The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 37

**Dreams Rise Again by Braxton**
**Chapter 37**

As Samuel’s driver approached the roadblock, a stark warning sign loomed ominously ahead, prompting him to bring the car to an abrupt halt. The vehicles trailing behind him screeched to a stop one after another, a cacophony of brakes echoing in the still air.

Anthony Lester, Samuel’s driver, swung open the door and stepped out, his brow furrowed with concern. “Fritz, what’s going on here?” he inquired, his voice laced with urgency.

Fritz, who was responsible for driving Nina, responded quickly, his tone grave. “Ms. Summer has informed me that a severe storm is imminent. It poses a real threat—possibly even a landslide.”

He gestured toward the warning sign. “She instructed me to block the road and set this up.”

Anthony’s expression darkened with worry as he turned to Nina, who stood nearby, clutching a large black umbrella from Fritz’s truck in one hand and a pet carrier in the other. “Ms. Summer, do you have any proof of this?” he pressed, seeking reassurance amidst the chaos.

Nina’s demeanor was serious, her eyes reflecting a deep conviction. “I’m an animal communicator; I can converse with animals,” she stated, her voice steady. “The sparrows on the mountain are agitated; they can sense the storm approaching.” She paused, her expression somber. “And the ground… it’s trembling slightly—there’s a significant chance of a landslide.”

Anthony, aware of Quentin’s explicit instructions to prioritize Nina’s well-being, hesitated for a moment. Then, with a quick nod, he sprinted back to the car to relay her urgent warning to Samuel.

However, upon hearing Nina’s claims, Samuel erupted from the vehicle in a fit of rage. “You again?” he shouted, his cane pointing accusingly toward the pristine sky above. “If you’re going to fabricate stories, at least make them somewhat believable.”

His voice dripped with disdain. “I suspect you’re just trying to avoid leaving, concocting this excuse to stay at the manor overnight. You’re trying to manipulate Quentin into a deal with you.”

Nina met his gaze coolly, unfazed by his accusations. “Mr. Hayes, you’re overanalyzing the situation. I have no desire to remain at Pinehill Manor. My only concern is ensuring you don’t meet a tragic fate on your birthday.”

Both drivers exchanged stunned glances, taken aback by Nina’s boldness. They hadn’t anticipated that she would match Quentin’s sharp tongue with such confidence.

“You—” Samuel sputtered, his anger palpable.

“Listen, I have to descend the mountain today to sign an urgent contract,” he declared, his cane nearly thrusting into Nina’s face. “This isn’t just any contract; it’s worth eight million dollars. If Zach’s business is delayed, who do you think will foot the bill?”

Zach, the half-brother Samuel referred to, was none other than Zach Hayes, Quentin’s sibling. Time and again, Zach had faced failures in his business ventures. Yet, after returning to the country, he had finally secured an eight-million-dollar deal, claiming it was a birthday gift for Samuel. But for that gift to materialize, he needed Samuel’s endorsement.

Samuel’s heart swelled with excitement at Zach’s newfound success, and he was eager to rush down the mountain, only to be thwarted by Nina’s intervention.

“Fritz, remove the car and the sign immediately!” Samuel barked, impatience radiating from him.

Nina frowned, knowing all too well that Samuel had never held her in high regard, and thus, his skepticism was no surprise. She didn’t wish to engage in a prolonged argument, yet the stakes were too high. If anything were to happen to Samuel, Quentin would be distracted, jeopardizing Shadow’s treatment.

Determined, Nina dialed Jason. “Mr. Sinclair, please inform Quentin that a heavy rain is on the horizon and a landslide could occur. Samuel refuses to believe me and insists on heading down the mountain.”

After hanging up, she glanced over to see Fritz already dismantling the warning sign that blocked the road, preparing to move the car. After all, Samuel’s authority outweighed her warnings.

Just as Fritz began to turn the vehicle around, his phone rang, prompting him to shut off the engine abruptly. He stepped out, looking troubled. “Mr. Samuel Hayes, I’ve just received a call from Mr. Quentin Hayes. He instructed me to keep the road blocked.”

Samuel’s fury ignited anew. “Are you seriously going to listen to me or that brat?” he thundered.

Fritz lowered his gaze, his silence speaking volumes. “Mr. Quentin Hayes is concerned for your safety,” he replied cautiously.

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