The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 833

Both Cloud and Zephyr confirmed the woman's identity with a glance at each other.

"That dude with the tan is Claude. Some say he has close ties to the mafia and is actively involved with them. This man can be regarded as a minor leader in Essley. He has strong ties to the black market."

Cloud's heart sank as he listened to Zephyr's explanation.

None of them expected Roxanne to be as stubborn as a cockroach that refuses to die. She may be on her deathbed, but she could still stir trouble. It was a mystery how, by some twist of fate, she ended up with Claude.

Both of them were now silently staring in that direction.

Having won the auction, Claude cuddled up to her and gave her a passionate kiss and a gentle touch.

He then decided it would be improper to continue their intimacy in the club. He skipped out on the auction and went off with Roxanne instead.

Cloud and Zephyr were not in the mood to hang around after they left.

They rushed back to the manor.

Cloud enthusiastically informed Jean of Roxanne's sighting tonight.

When Jean learned of this, his complexion darkened. The fact that Roxanne was still alive shocked him.

Ian experienced a similar shock.

"Sir, should we tell Mrs. Beauvort about this?" he inquired, concerned.

Without much reflection on the matter, Jean flatly declined, "No. Tell her nothing about anyone or anything connected to the Garcias. Don't say anything. She already has a lot on her mind."

He didn't want these issues to bother her.

Cloud and Ian exchanged glances before concurring.

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Simultaneously, in the same city. A remote villa was brightly lit.

As they returned to the villa, Roxanne held Claude's arm. She took the initiative to throw herself into his arms as soon as they walked through the door.

"Are you happy now?"

Claude's large hand touched her cheek flirtatiously. He had a frivolous look in his eyes.

Roxanne grinned. "I'm happy, my dear," she twisted her waist and said sweetly. Thank you for finding a heart that matches mine. You have kept every promise you made."

"Of course, it's nothing!" Claude exclaimed, laughing heartily.

Roxanne's fingers slid across his face, a hint of seduction in her touch.

"You're so incredible; you've completely won me over. From now on, you have my unwavering love."

Claude was pleased with this statement. He smiled, bent his head, and gave her a passionate kiss.

Roxanne did her best to keep her disgust at bay so she could return the kiss. She then took a few steps back.

"I have to go into surgery tomorrow. Can you make one more promise to me? As soon as I wake up from surgery, please tell me the good news."

Claude was very agreeable, with his beloved in his arms and being sweet-talked.

"All right, say it; as long as you want it, I'll fulfill all of your requests."

Roxanne's eyes flashed with a cold and ruthless light. Word by word, she whispered in Claude's ear, "I want Neera...dead!"

A light flickered in her eyes. She quickly changed her mind.

"Oh no! Actually, I don't want her to die. I want her to have a life that's worse than death. Oh, my love, are you able to assist me in capturing her? Every waking second of her life should be spent being tormented by me."

She didn't bother to mask her animosity as she squeezed this sentence out.

Roxanne couldn't helped but fantasize about how great it would be if Neera were one of the women being sold like waste in the club tonight.

She hoped that the b*tch would be treated like a dog and subjected to insults, play, and humiliation.

That thought delighted her.

That was the only way she knew to calm the anger inside her.

When Claude heard this, he pinched her chin and gave her a playful look.

"It seems you hate this Neera very much. All right, since she's the cause of my princess's distress, I'll do as you say and put her through hell."

Then, with lust in his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You have to go to the hospital tomorrow, Princess. So you'll have to look after me tonight. Once I'm satisfied, I am confident that your wish will be granted as soon as you wake up."

Roxanne pretended to be shy. She encircled his neck and buried herself in his arms.

In actuality, she was disgusted on the inside and wanted to vomit.

She was ready to enter the operating room the next day after completing her medical check-up.

Susan stood at the door, holding her hand, and crying. She urged worriedly, "Roze, I'll be outside waiting for you. You must return safely."

Roxanne had no desire to engage in any mother-daughter affection drama with her.

Her thoughts were occupied by what Claude had said the night before. She couldn't stop sneering.

"Don't worry, I'll do it. How could I give up when I haven't even seen Neera tortured to death?

Susan, too, had a venomous look in her eyes. She clenched her teeth and muttered ominously, "Yes, that little b*tch is still alive."