“Crazy b*tch!”
Chris had just stepped into the Gold residence when he received the text. He was so irritated by it that he deleted it immediately.
“Welcome, Mr. Nacht!”
He must be beginning to believe the lie he is telling so often to be calling me Mr. Nacht in his own home!
“Apologies for keeping you waiting, Mr. Gold.” Chris strode over as he rearranged his expression to something more amicable. “It’s been a hectic couple of days. Now that I’m finally here, we are going to get drunk.”
Jesse was in high spirits. “Hah, good man! I have a couple of reds that I know you will enjoy.” He turned to a servant. “Have Ms. Nancy come down here.”
“Yes, sir!” The servant set off at once.
“Is she…” Chris’ voice trailed off uncertainly. Nancy’s reaction had been a strong one that morning when she found out that he was a fraud.
“Don’t worry. I’ve spoken to her.” Jesse wiggled his eyebrows, looking pleased with himself. “My daughters are very obedient.”
“Oh, good to hear. I-” Chris was suddenly interrupted by a sneeze. Without thinking much of it, he rubbed his nose and continued speaking.
Soon, he realized that he was beginning to exhibit flu-like symptoms. His joints ached, and he felt feverish.
“Could it be that you have caught a cold?” Jesse asked with concern.
“I might have…”
Chris suddenly recalled Charlotte’s text and felt uneasy. With some difficulty, he pulled himself together by reminding himself of the tests he had done.
“Nancy.” Jesse beckoned at her when she appeared. “Sit next to Mr. Nacht.”
Chris raised his eyes at the sound of his host’s voice and gazed at her with desire.
Though Nancy felt revulsed by the gaze, she suppressed her emotions in preparation to take her seat when Chris sneezed again.
Nancy grimaced in disgust before leaning away from him.
“You should get yourself checked out,” Jesse suggested. “It wouldn’t do to put it off. You might end up feeling worse.”
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