hapter 405
Chapter 405
The waiter nodded. “Yes.”
In Europe, tucked away in a presidential suite of a fancy hotel, lay a man sprawled across a king–size bed. With his long limbs taking up most of the space, his face was like a masterpiece of ancient Greek art–handsome and serene, possessing an innocence that only sleep could bring.
But as soon as his phone rang, shattering the silence, he opened his eyes, and the whole room seemed to chill. His sharp, hawk–like gaze swirled with an icy detachment, making it clear he wasn’t someone you’d want to mess with.
Glancing at the caller ID, he swiftly answered, “Hello.” It was the quickest he’d ever reached for his phone.
“Sir, as you instructed, we’ve been keeping a discreet eye on Ms. Nathalie. Her life’s pretty straightforward. She’s just been at work and home mostly. She does pop by to visit the Browns at the hospital now and then. But tonight…” The caller hesitated.
on,” the man urged, his voice carrying a weight that could make anyone shiver.
“Ms.Nathalie had dinner with Benjamin tonight…” The caller faltered, clearly unsettled by the man’s menacing aura.
“Who made the first move?” The man’s voice was so icy it felt like it could freeze over the entire
“It seems Ms. Nathalie was the one who invited Benjamin out…”
“What?” His voice was laced with surprise.
Silence followed–a long, tense silence.
“I see.”
globe.
With newfound determination, he said, “Stir up some trouble for the Rowlands. Make sure Benjamin’s too preoccupied to bother.” “How much trouble are we talking about, sir?”
“Enough to keep him busy,” he said through clenched teeth. “The bigger, the better.”
Suddenly, recalling something, he added, “And send some projects Nathalie’s way.”
“Got it.”
Hanging up, he sighed in frustration, scrolling through his contacts until he found Nathalie’s number. He traced the digits with his fingertips, over and over.
Finally, he hit the call button.
Back in the capital, Nathalie was in a hotel suite, watching Benjamin sleep like a rock on the bed. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.
should
Should she plot against Benjamin?
Inside her head, two voices battled it out. One urged her to go ahead, citing Mason and Gavin’s generations–long bullying of Nathan. The other resisted, disliking the idea of becoming manipulative.
She paced the room, unable to decide.
Then her phone rang. Seeing an unfamiliar number, she picked up, almost as if in a daze. “Hello?”
There was a long pause on the other end.
“Who’s this?” she asked.
“It’s me, Nathalie.”
She froze, stunned.
Months had passed since she last saw Nathan, and now, hearing his voice, something seemed different. He sounded more mature, his voice rich with the allure of a seasoned man.
She glanced at Benjamin, who was tossing and turning in his sleep, and whispered, “Nathan, how have you been? Why’s it been so long since I last heard from you?”
“Where are you? And why are you whispering?” Nathan’s voice was cold, authoritative.
Feeling guilty, Nathalie replied, “Oh, it’s not really a good time to talk…”
“Why not? I’m video calling you–I need to know you’re safe.”
Nathan ended the call, and seconds later, a video call request popped up.
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