The results came out soon.
This day, Natalia received an invitation for a fashion banquet.
The banquet was hosted by a brand that she liked a lot, so she decided to attend.
Coincidentally, Victoria, Laura, Hamlin and Stephen were there too.
They were in the same business, but they rarely had the opportunity to all get together in one event.
So Natalia, in her joy, drank a bit more than she usually did.
She wasn't particularly good at holding her drink, and she hadn't eaten dinner before coming tonight. Drink on an empty belly made for easy intoxication, so after downing a few, she felt a surge of drunkenness.
Natalia stopped drinking and told Victoria and gang she was going to the restroom.
Nancy followed her all the way. With her suit and cold face, she was every bit the strong capable woman.
Natalia give Nancy her bag and had her wait outside. She would come out after she was done.
The restrooms on this side were all sealed with only one exit, so Nancy wasn't worried and let her go in.
After Nancy finished going, she was washing her hands when she felt a chill on her spine, as if a large carnivore had set its eyes on her.
She instantly turned alert and spun, barking, "Who is it?"
But before she could finish, a hand extended from her back and clamped over her mouth, dragging her to a cubicle.
It was dimly lit inside the cubicle.
Natalia was pressed up against the door, her mouth covered, not daring to move.
She widened her eyes, but in the poor lighting, she couldn't see their face.
In the dark, she heard a man's breathing, and her own hammering heartbeat.
Her entire body tensed as she felt the man's head rub up against her ear, as if holding something back deliberately. Hot, frantic panting tickled her neck.
"It's been a while, little Seven. You don't recognize me?"
Natalia's pupils dilated as she trembled.
It was him!
She knew that voice better than anyone.
After all, for a thousand days and nights, he'd stayed by her side, guiding her, helping her.
It could be said that he was an important figure in her life, someone she owed, but also...
An enemy that she didn't want anything else to do with in her entire life!
Natalia frowned and mumbled incoherently.
The man chuckled.
His voice was light and shallow, without a bit of heat.
"Seems like you recognize me, little Seven. That's good. You've forgotten my taste, but still remember my voice. That makes me a bit happier."
After a while, he finally loosened her mouth.
Natalia glared at him.
She couldn't make out his features, but she still glared at him furiously, gritting her teeth. "What are you doing back here?"
The man chuckled again. "Looking for you."
"I no longer have anything to do with you!"
"Tsk, that's going a bit far, don't you think? All those sweet 'big brother', 'big brother's, and it's only been a few years, hasn't it? You won't have this big brother anymore?"
Natalia sneered.
"No brother would do something like this! And I already told you back then, I've given back everything I owed, and I'm no longer your sister!"
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