Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 371

“Wait for me at the front, Nathaniel. I want to visit the restroom.” She clutched her bag and peered at him.

“Mmm, be careful.” Nathamel didn’t suspect anything.

Without delay, she left in the opposite direction, trekked through the crowd, and arrived backstage.

However, she didn’t see any familiar faces, only a few staff members preparing for their performances.

She continued ambling forward. The staff were so preoccupied with their tasks that they ignored her.

Suddenly, the door next to her was opened, and she was pulled into the room.

After the door was shut tight, she was pinned to it. Right before she was about to scream, she recognized the person before her.

“Francis?” Christina lifted her eyebrow. “Were you the one who sent me the message?”

“Yep.” replied Francis.

He never stopped chasing after the truth for Christina. Finally, after years of effort, he found a reliable lead.

“Tell me who’s the culprit.” Rage swirled in her eyes.

While he was happy about his guess, he was disappointed she was only interested in seeing him because of the information he had.

Gazing at her, he proposed, “Let’s trade, Christina.”

“What?” Christina knitted her eyebrows..

Francis pinched her chin, speaking to her in a threatening tone. “Why should I provide you accurate intel without receiving anything in return every time?”

“I can discover the truth myself. And if I can’t, Nathaniel can.” Without hesitation, she shoved his hand away furiously and prepared to leave.

“It took me years to discover the truth. Furthermore, that necklace of yours hides another mystery.” He stepped closer to her like he was a demon from hell.

With a devilish smirk, he spat icily, “Sure, you can discover the truth by yourself, but your search will take years. Are you sure you don’t want the intel that is already in my possession?”

No expressions were visible on Christina’s fair countenance as she stayed quiet.

Leaning even closer to her, Francis persuaded in a provocative tone. “Let me help you. I’ve never given you a tough time before.”

Compared to Nathaniel, he was a lot gentler. At the very least, he wouldn’t trap and monitor her in a

house.

“What’s your condition?” She relented.

“I founded an entertainment company recently, and I want you to be my stylist there.” Francis scrutinized

her, attempting to locate a trace of emotion on her composed countenance.

It was a condition she found acceptable as it was within her capabilities. “Fine. Can you tell me the truth

now?”

“You’ll know once you sign a contract at my company tomorrow.”

“Sure.” Christina promptly turned around, preparing to leave.