The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458 Samuel Is Here Too

“Come on, Yandel. Just do as I say.” Natalie looked at him from the corner of her eyes and insisted.

Yandel felt unsure about it, but still, he played along.

Little did he know, Samuel was indeed sitting in his office and sipping from his cup of tea as he observed their every move from a screen in his office.

Samuel started this black market when he was only eighteen. Since he did not launch this project under the family’s name, this was considered his own asset.

It was put under the management of another proxy, Weston Yount, so no one knew Samuel was the real owner. All they knew was that this black market was worth a handsome amount of money.

It so happened that Samuel was there that day to see how things were running in the market. He did not expect to run into Natalie here.

If it were not for some urgent work he had to attend to, he would have gone to her. Although he could not spend time with her, he still wanted to know what she was up to on his turf, so he asked Weston to show him the surveillance footage.

It went without saying that Weston was not aware of Samuel’s intention. He thought Samuel wanted to know how things functioned on the ground at the market, so he did his job and showed him the footage, waiting for his comments solemnly.

Samuel noticed that Natalie vanished from his sight for a while. When she reappeared, she was wearing a mask that Samuel had never seen before, but still, he was able to recognize her.

Just what is she up to?

Samuel smirked looking at the mischievous woman.

Meanwhile, Weston was still running Samuel through every single procedure in their operation with undiminished dedication. He was totally unaware that Samuel was not paying attention to him until Samuel’s cup fell to the ground.

Crash!

When Samuel saw Yandel putting his arm over Natalie’s shoulder, the cup in his hand slipped.

Weston jumped at the noise. More importantly, he felt it was a shame that the priceless antique passed down generations ago just shattered.

Did I say something wrong?

“I’ll get you another one right away, Mr. Bowers,” the poor man quickly said, while he thought hard about what he said in the past few minutes.

Gosh, I swear I didn’t do anything wrong!

Don’t tell me breathing itself is a sin.

Weston could only conjecture in his mind because when he met Samuel’s icy cold glare, he knew he would be digging his own grave if he were to ask some stupid question.