Chapter 445
Rebecca gnashed her teeth. She didn’t want to die and couldn’t afford to. She needed to find a chance to get her
revenge.
Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Nathaniel slipped the prepared ring onto her finger, then slid his ring on and clasped their hands together.
The reporters took a few obligatory shots before quickly leaving. After all, the bride and groom’s expressions were so grim that the whole wedding felt eerie.
Once the reporters were gone, Nathaniel immediately released Rebecca’s hand.
They exchanged glances filled with pure loathing as if they wished they could destroy each other.
“Nathaniel, I must have been cursed in my previous lives to end up with you! You’re nothing but a useless waste, destined to be trampled under Damon’s foot. Whatever he tells you to do, you follow like a dog!”
As soon as she finished, Nathaniel seized her throat.
In the next moment, his face loomed large in her vision. Though he was handsome, his expression was dark and menacing, looking extremely terrifying.
“Useless? Say that again!” Nathaniel growled.
Due to the lack of oxygen, Rebecca’s face turned red, but she still managed to say, “I said… you’re… a… waste…”
Nathaniel’s grip tightened, and Rebecca’s face grew pale as blood drained from it.
Suddenly, the sound of a ringing phone broke Nathaniel’s focus. He quickly released Rebecca, picked up the phone, and stepped out onto the balcony to answer.
“What is it?” Nathaniel asked.
“Mr. Preston, Prospectus Technology has taken several of our major contracts today, and our company is now facing a risk of a cash flow crisis!” the person on the line reported.
Nathaniel’s face turned ashen. He had followed Damon’s instructions, only for Damon not to keep his word.
He ended the call and dialed Damon’s number.
After several rings, Damon answered. “Isn’t today your wedding day? Why are you calling me?”
Damon’s voice was calm but laced with underlying sarcasm.
“Damon, you promised yesterday that as long as I married Rebecca, you would leave the Preston Group alone.”
Damon chuckled. “I did promise to let the Preston Group survive, but there’s a big difference between thriving and merely scraping by.
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“You’re going too far!” Nathaniel clenched his phone tightly, his knuckles white with anger.
“If you don’t want the Preston Group, I can always buy it.” Damon’s tone was flat as if he were discussing dinner plans.
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Nathaniel knew this was a threat. If Damon wanted to, he could make the Preston Group change hands at any time.
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