Natalie replied, “I have something to tell him.”
Martha assumed Natalie wanted to clarify what happened the night before, so she gave Shane’s address to her.
She had not been told to keep it a secret anyway.
Natalie smiled in gratitude when she received the address. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Wilson. I’m going to look for him now. Please take care of the kids.”
“Don’t worry, madam. I’ll take good care of them.” Martha nodded.
Natalie left and got into her car.
An hour later, she arrived at Shane’s residence.
After exiting the elevator, Natalie managed to find Shane’s unit number. She then rang the doorbell.
Jacqueline opened the door. Puzzled, she blurted, “Who is it?”
“Why are you here?” Natalie, in turn, was baffled to see Jacqueline too. A ball of rage welled up within her. Shane had given his address to Jacqueline, but not to her, his wife.
No wonder Natalie could not find Jacqueline at the villa. She was here all along.
Jacqueline was stunned because she did not expect Natalie to be standing outside the door. But her face soon broke into a grin. “Oh, it’s you, Ms. Smith. What brings you here?”
She spoke as though she was the lady of the house.
Natalie’s hand curled up into a fist.
She had come here to tell Shane that they had gotten the wrong culprit.
But seeing how things had taken a turn, that would be unnecessary.
Natalie did not reply. She lowered her gaze, concealing the pain she felt, and turned to leave.
Seeing her leave, Jacqueline did not ask her to stay, smiling triumphantly as she shut the door.
Jackson came to the foyer holding a glass of red wine. “Jacqueline, who were you talking to? What took you so long?”
“Just someone from maintenance,” she said with a smile, and then she took his arm. “Shane’s not back yet?”
“No, he’s just left the company after the meeting ended. He asked us to wait here.”
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