The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585 The Filth Befits The Fraud

Natalie stared at Harper in astonishment but managed to recover very quickly, for half the face that she used to spook the latter was precisely her own.

“What ghost, Harper? There’s no ghost here,” said Natalie as she held Harper’s hands.

“It’s her! That’s the ghost that’s been haunting me!” Harper shook off Natalie’s hands violently and hollered at Yara, “Don’t think that you’d be able to deceive me by creating half of that missing face you didn’t have! Just leave me alone!”

“Where did this crazy woman come from?” Yara furrowed her brows.

“Show your true self, evil spirit!” Harper surveyed her surroundings until her eyes fell upon a bucket on the floor. Then, she grabbed ahold of it and hurled its contents at Yara. “With so many people around, I have no reason to be afraid of you! Try to pick on me now, b*tch! I’d show you what’s what!”

Dank and grimy, the water that was used to mop the floor left Yara soaked through and completely ruined the getup she had meticulously put together.

“Security! Security!” Yara was hopping mad. “Where the hell are you? Hurry up and get this lunatic out of here!”

Harper’s visceral reaction took Natalie by some surprise, with the former in a seeming lack of care for whether Yara was human or not when she flung that big load of wastewater onto her.

Nevertheless, the filth befits the fraud. So I guess there’s nothing unbecoming at all about that.

It did not take long before security mobilized and took the raving and ranting Harper away.

Natalie was considering pulling out for the time being when she was stopped by Yara.

“Hold on.”

Momentarily taken aback, Natalie turned and regarded Yara. “Is there something I can help you with, miss?”

“Are you in league with her?” Yara was obviously still stewing, and it showed in the way she was glaring at Natalie.

“No.” Natalie returned her counterpart’s gaze without flinching. “You could see for yourself how I’ve held her and tried to restrain her, and I was just as surprised that she reacted as strongly to your presence as she did! But half an hour before, she did tell me that she saw a half-faced ghost that may have shared some resemblance to you. Perhaps, it might have been a ghost that looks like your twin?”

The mention of the word ‘twin’ put a taut furrow between Yara’s brows. It bothered her so much that ridding herself of the cruddy water became the least of her concerns.