The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 769

The atmosphere in the Sinclair Residence was incredibly warm and harmonious. For the first time in what felt like ages, Nathalie felt entirely at peace, as if she had retreated to a hidden sanctuary untouched by the outside world.

After dinner, she stepped outside for a walk. The estate grounds were beautifully curated for every season. Though winter was setting in and the holidays were just around the corner, vibrant plum blossoms clung to the branches, painting a striking, elegant picture against the twilight.

Lance’s security detail had already established their perimeter. The lead operative approached Nathalie directly to debrief.

“Mrs. Adams. I’m Jordan Carter,” the man said, his expression strictly professional. “Let’s exchange contact information. If anything looks out of place, I can notify you immediately.”

Nathalie nodded and swapped numbers with him, running through a few quick questions about their shift rotations. Jordan answered every inquiry with absolute precision.

The evening breeze carried a sharp chill. Nathalie pulled her scarf tighter around her neck and typed, “You can get back to your post. I’m just going to walk around for a bit.”

Jordan nodded sharply. “Understood.”

His figure quickly melted into the shadows of the estate, moving with near-invisible efficiency.

Seeing their absolute competence, Nathalie felt a profound sense of

relief.

She pulled out her phone and sent Lance a quick text.

Nathalie: [Thank you.]

Lance had installed a screen reader app on his phone, allowing him to navigate messages and emails despite his blindness, though replying was still a tedious process for him.

However, he had recently mastered sending voice replies via the accessibility tools.

Nathalie tapped the audio message he sent back.

His deep, resonant voice flowed through the speaker. “What are you thanking me for?”

Her slender fingers danced across the screen.

Nathalie: [For taking such good care of my grandma.]

A low, rich chuckle played through her phone. “Didn’t I tell you? What’s yours is mine.”

His tone was incredibly soft, wrapped in a dark, seductive affection that felt far more intoxicating than the fruit wine she had drank at dinner.

She replayed his voice message one more time, letting the silence stretch around her, before finally slipping her phone into her pocket and continuing her evening stroll.

Back in the city, Lance frowned slightly when she didn’t send another reply.

Just then, a knock broke the silence, and Aaron stepped into the office. “Boss, Lawrence replied to our ultimatum. He said if you interfere with his business again, he has no problem eliminating his biggest headache

first.”

“Heh…” Lance let out a dangerously cold scoff. “Threatening me. It seems he really is done playing nice. Put a bounty on his head. I want him dead.” “Understood,” Aaron replied sharply.

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Meanwhile, halfway across the world.

Lawrence had just survived a brutal ambush, Covered in dirt and blood, he dragged himself onto an extraction helicopter. The deafening roar of the rotors battered against the cabin, while the relentless crack of gunfire continued to echo from the jungle below.

A feral, psychopathic gleam burned in his striking blue eyes. He pressed a hand har ainst a gunshot wound on his abdomen as a combat

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