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President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 292

Archie naturally ignored them, but Natalia didn’t want to draw attention and ruin her cover, so she politely engaged.

At that moment, Nancy whispered, “She’s here.”

Natalia’s gut clenched and she looked over. At the doorway, a lavishly dressed lady walked inside, accompanied by a man.

The woman was in a woolen coat and clutching a limited-edition handbag. Her hair was impeccable, and she emanated sophistication and elegance.

Still, though, she wore a glum face as she walked inside, listening to the man next to her.

Halfway there, she stopped, looked towards the man, and said a few angry words.

Because they were too far away, Natalia couldn’t hear her clearly.

The two didn’t look happy, though, so it couldn’t be anything pleasant.

She murmured towards Archie, “Should we go over now?”

Archie’s expression sharpened slightly. “Wait. Let’s see where this goes.”

Natalia nodded.

After the two argued for a few minutes, they stopped. The man turned to leave while Faye stayed there. The meeting hadn’t gone well, apparently.

Natalia chuckled, “Looks like they’ve got a strange connection with each other. Have you seen him before?”

Archie shook his head.

Natalia thought about it, then gave Brian an order.

“Follow that man out. Investigate his background and history.”

Brian nodded and went outside.

The three continued to stand there. After a while, it seemed Faye had calmed down and started walking back inside.

The trio followed. After a while, she’d found the bald man who’d come up to them earlier and given him a whole pack of cash.

Archie’s face darkened.

Faye was dealing with him.

“Here’s a hundred thousand. It’s not a lot, but it’s all I can take out right now. You promised me I wouldn’t net a loss, but look at me now! I don’t care, you have to make it all back! Otherwise, I won’t let you go!”

The man stroked the cash in his hands and grinned, “Why so angry, Miss McCarthy? Prospecting is about luck in the first place. Besides, I’ve always introduced ores that turned out to be valuable, haven’t I? You were just too greedy and wanted a big sweepstakes. What could I have done about that?”

Mentioning that, Faye’s temper flared.

“Didn’t you encourage me back then? Saying that it was all expertly examined with precious stones inside, and that buying up enough could make me a shareholder here. I believed you, so how could you shirk your relationship now?”

The man chuckled. “Fine, I’ll skip those useless platitudes. The past is the past. But Miss McCarthy, one hundred thousand isn’t going to net you anything here, you know? Want to sweeten the pot?”

Faye snapped, “You know full well I don’t have the money!”

The man tutted and shook his head.

“You’re joking. As a lady of the McCarthy family with your brother and his wife both dead, at least half of the McCarthy property has to be in your pocket now, right? I don’t believe you really don’t have any money.”

Faye’s face changed right then and there.

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