Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 363

Nathaniel watched as her slender figure disappeared from his vision. Who is this person she has to meet?

Without spending much time pondering, he followed her.

The cafe on 87th Street served only members, so ordinary people couldn’t enter.

Upon arrival, Christina mentioned Francis name, and the waiter led her to a table by the window.

A soft glow illuminated the cafe’s interior space. The man dressed in cool-toned casual attire to obscure his exceptional presence. His gray-blue hair and chiseled, profound facial features gave him an aloof and mysterious vibe.

When Francis looked up, his sparkling dark eyes shimmered slightly. “Christina.”

Reunited after four years, he found her radiant and captivating as ever.

Christina sat down. A cold and distant expression filled her amber eyes as she held his gaze,

“Who leaked the information back then?” She cut to the chase.

Francis’ heart ached slightly as he stared at her. “Christina, can’t we just chat like old friends, as we used

To

“That’s not necessary. I just want to know who the whistleblower was,” Christina responded indifferently.

Her body emanated a faint floral fragrance, which smelled refreshing and pleasing, like the morning air.

His heart skipped a beat when he met her gaze. “Are you still mad at me for what happened back then?”

Scenes from the past flashed across Christina’s mind, prompting a prickling pain to creep into her chest. Nathaniel held her captive in the past, but Francis posting those photos on Twitter was no different from pushing her to the brink of desperation.

“Would being angry allow me to see my granny one last time? Will staying mad make up for anything?” Her tone was heartbreakingly calm.

No one knew how devastated she felt at that time. It was as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss where only darkness reigned.

It was only later that Francis learned about the death of Christina’s grandmother.

He was merely focused on provoking Nathaniel during that time and neglected Christina’s situation. He regretted it afterward and wanted to find a chance to make amends with her.

They were supposed to leave according to the plan, but halfway through, she vanished without a trace.

Time ticked by.

Meanwhile, outside the café, Nathaniel stood under a street lamp.

His eyes were fixated on the window.

The sunlight at noon was dazzling. He narrowed his pensive, dark gaze, standing rooted to his spot expressionlessly like a perfectly sculpted ice statue. It turns out the person Christina has to meet is Francis! So,

he’s the unimportant person she has to discuss an important matter with? What exactly is the matter? I’ve yet to settle the score with him for helping Christina escape from me!

Nathaniel clenched his jaw. If it weren’t for his current status, he’d have rushed in to teach Francis a lesson.

His eyes darkened as he quietly observed the situation inside.

At the same time, inside the shop, the waiter served a cup of cold brew coffee on the table. Christina took a sip before uttering. “If you don’t want to reveal who the whistleblower is, I think we have nothing more

to say.”

She placed down her cup of coffee and was about to leave.

“I know who that person is, of course.” Francis stopped her.

Taking in her fair, flawless countenance and overly impassive gaze, he felt a great distance between them.

Realizing Christina was there to meet with him because she wanted to help Nathaniel, Francis had to admit he was jealous of Nathaniel at that moment.

Instead of responding, she bored her eyes into his impeccable handsome face, waiting for him to finish his

sentence.

Francis had already found out that Christina had returned to Scenic Garden Manor.

He thought she would never set foot in that mansion for the rest of her life.

Christina gazed downward, concealing the expression in her eyes. “That’s my freedom. I don’t need to explain it to anyone.”

At that point, the people around them were all looking in their direction.

Those who weren’t aware of the circumstances might think they were a couple having an argument.

Christina didn’t like others regarding her with peculiar gazes. She warned Francis in an undertone, “Let go. You’re hurting me.”

Francis hesitated and was about to loosen his grip when a shadow suddenly showed up in front of him in at flash.

By the time he regained his senses, he had already been punched.

A loud crash reverberated, startling Christina. Isn’t this Mr. Bodyguard standing before me? Why is he here?

Francis steadied himself by holding onto the table, shaking his head to regain his bearings. The metallic scent of blood filled his oral cavity.

He glowered at the man with bright blonde hair. Even with his facial features hidden from view, that man’s aura and height somewhat overlapped with Nathaniel’s regal image in Francis’ mind.

Nathaniel glared at Francis with sunglasses on. Clearly, he wasn’t able to vent his anger with that single punch. Is Francis trying to incite Christina to leave me again?

An eerie atmosphere spread inside the café as the trio stared at each other.

Francis asked frostily. “Who is he?”

“His identity isn’t important.” Christina grabbed Nathaniel’s wrist, pulling hard to get him moving.

The two hastily exited the café.

She finally let go of him when they were outside. I seriously suspect that Mr. Bodyguard is possessed by Nathaniel. Why must he throw punches at any men who came close to me?