The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417

Chapter 417

Nathalie stared at him, unable to argue with his logic.

She looked away and walked into the living room, asking over her shoulder, “Do I need to prepare anything?”

“No. Just show up with me,” Lance replied smoothly.

“Fine.”

Nathalie’s stomach tied itself in knots.

Once she met this person, she would finally know who wanted her dead. The suffocating cloud of mystery that had been hanging over her would finally clear.

But the anticipation brought a wave of intense anxiety.

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Over the next three days, with proper medication and care, Lance’s wounds healed at an impressive rate. Soon enough, the day arrived.

Nathalie video-called Leda first to make sure she was doing well, relaxing only when she saw her grandmother looking stable and happy.

When Nathalie stepped out of her room, she saw Lance waiting for her. He was dressed simply in a white button-down and tailored trousers, the top two buttons left undone, giving him a relaxed, effortlessly commanding aura.

“Are we leaving now?”

Nathalie asked, her palms slick with nervous sweat.

“Yeah.”

Lance nodded, walked over to her, studied her for a moment, and then took her hand. “Don’t

be afraid.”

Nathalie’s eyelashes fluttered. She firmly pulled her hand back and said, “I’m not afraid. I’m just a little anxious about finally finding out who’s behind all this.”

With her hand gone, the space between them felt as cold and distant as ever.

ce calmly slipped his hands into his pockets. “For a setting like this, you’re going to need to operate with me.”

Nath looked up at him suspiciously. “Cooperate how?”

“As my

te, you need to link arms with me. We need them to think you’re just some insignif nt arm candy,” Lance explained, raising an eyebrow at her defensive posture.

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Chapter 417

Nathalie’s eyes narrowed with doubt. “Are you serious?”

“The guy we’re meeting is a foreigner, and he’s highly paranoid in this regard. If he thinks you’re approaching him with an agenda, he won’t give us a damn thing,” Lance reasoned

Nathalie still didn’t completely trust him.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was digging a trap and casually waiting for her to step right into it.

Lance turned and headed for the door, his deep voice floating back to her. “You don’t have to believe me, but then you’ll just miss this opportunity.”

Nathalie pressed her lips together and followed him, staying silent for the entire ride.

However, once they arrived at BlueNight and stepped out of the car, she silently slipped her arm through his.

Lance glanced down at their linked arms, the faintest ghost of a smirk touching his lips.

before he led her inside.

The private room was on the sixth floor.

A waiter respectfully opened the door, bowing low as Lance and Nathalie stepped inside.

The room was expansive and already filled with people.

Bagot was there, deep in conversation with a man sitting dead center on the plush leather

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