The next day, Noah updated Justin about his schedule as Justin began his work in the study of his presidential suite.
"Mr. Harper, we have a meeting with a few department heads at ten. These are trustworthy individuals who can keep your presence here confidential. At noon, Ms. Natalie Ford will be coming here to meet you. After lunch, you have a video conference meeting with..." Noah continued listing the day’s tasks, concluding with, "In the evening, you can meet with the interior designer we hired for your new home."
Justin hummed in acknowledgment, glancing at his wristwatch, mentally calculating how long it would be until he met Natalie again. By the time it would be a lunch time so this seems to be a good opportunity to have a lunch with his step-sister while they chat.
The morning meeting stretched longer than expected. After it ended, Noah handed Justin a cup of coffee and noticed his boss checking the time. Understanding the unspoken message—Justin didn’t like to be kept waiting—Noah quickly said, "Ms. Natalie should have been here half an hour ago. I’ll check where she is," and pulled out his cellphone.
Justin sipped his coffee, his intense gaze on Noah, who nervously put the phone on speaker mode. The line rang, but no one answered. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Noah dialed Natalie’s contact number again.
This time, the call was answered after a few rings. "What do you want?" came the angry voice of a woman, catching both of them off guard. They hadn’t expected such a tone from someone who had agreed to the meeting.
Noah quickly gathered himself and responded, "Ms. Natalie, you were scheduled to meet Mr. Harper half an hour ago."
Her voice, still angry and louder than before, cut through the air. "Tell me, is your boss my husband, Aiden Handrix? If not, don’t bother me."
The unexpected outburst left Noah momentarily speechless. He looked at Justin who was drinking coffee quietly to know what he wanted to say, but Justin chose silence.
"Ms. Natalie, Mr. Harper is not Aiden Handrix. He just wants to meet you—"
"Tell him to go to hell and never bother me again. If he’s not my husband, I have nothing to do with him."
"Ms. Natalie, your wedding certificate—"
"Throw it away."
"Ms. Natalie—"
Beep... Beep... Beep...
The call was abruptly cut off. Noah turned to Justin, unsure of what to do next.
"Find out where she is," Justin ordered calmly.
"Yes, Mr. Harper," Noah responded, quickly getting to work.
By now, Justin had his own judgement about Natalie despite what others thought of her. He understood Natalie was straightforward person but not an unreasonable one.
If she had agreed to meet before and now her behavior had drastically changed, something significant must have happened. Her voice wasn’t just angry; it was trembling, as if she was struggling with something emotional.
"Ms. Natalie is at the parking lot of the City Center Hospital, sitting inside her car alone," Noah reported after checking with the people assigned to follow and observe Natalie.
Justin raised an eyebrow. "Hospital?"
"She seemed to have some conflicts with her family there," Noah put the tablet in front of him, "Here is the video from the hospital."
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