Roger always took on shady jobs. Whenever he accepted one, he would be gone for a few months, sometimes even up to a year.
His b*ody now lay at the bottom of an unfinished structure.
Vivian had chosen the particular building for her plan to get rid of Roger as it was marked as hazardous. There was not a single soul inhabiting the building and no one would enter it casually. It was the perfect place as no one would find him there.
Vivian was confident that by the time someone found Roger’s b*ody, all that was left would be skin and bones. He would be unrecognizable.
She calmed herself down as she got into her car, assuring herself that everything was over. She then drew in a deep breath, started the engine, and drove off.
Meanwhile, Natalie went home to get her things. She then made lunch for Brandon before departing for the hospital.
Natalie felt something was amiss as she entered Brandon’s ward. The atmosphere was depressing and b*odyguards were standing in every corner of the room. She glanced around and felt that the ward became dimmer with so many people blocking the lights. She found this weird as the VIP room was spacious enough to have a sofa and bed and still have enough room for walking.
Natalie widened her eyes in surprise and asked, “Why are there so many b*odyguards in the ward?”
Brandon was sitting on a sofa instead of lying on his bed. Beside him were two strong and tall b*odyguards standing straight and alert. There was also a man and a woman with sacks over their heads kneeling in front of him.
Natalie looked at Brandon doubtfully and questioned warily, “Honey, what’s going on?”
“Why didn’t you lock the door?” Brandon said accusingly as he frowned at Sean.
He then turned to Natalie and said gently, “Don’t worry about this. I don’t want to get you involved. Wait for me outside, okay? I’ll be quick.”
He obviously did not expect Natalie’s arrival.
Sean hung his head and apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Larson. I was in a hurry and forgot to lock the door.” He then walked to the door and opened it. “Mrs. Larson, would you like to go out and wait for a moment?” he said awkwardly but firmly.
Sean was not his usual gentle self. He was worried that Natalie might be frightened if she witnessed Brandon’s anger.
“I have something to discuss with my husband in private,” Natalie said with determination.
Walking over to the silent Brandon and holding his arm, Natalie looked at him and said softly, “I don’t want to go out. My life was never in peace, and there’re always people trying to hurt me. I’m not afraid, and I wanna know what happened. You never treated me like a weak woman in the past, so why try to protect me from this now?”
Brandon raised his eyebrow, and he looked conflicted. He held Natalie’s cheek and said gently, “I remember everything.”
Natalie was stunned. She saw the familiar look in his eyes and subconsciously blurted out, “You remembered everything? I thought you just remembered a part of it.” Since Brandon lost his memory, she had appeared gentle, calm, strong, and resilient. She wanted everyone to know that she was capable of taking care of Brandon and herself. She didn’t need anyone’s pity.
No one would know the pain she felt in her heart except herself.
Now that Brandon’s memories had finally returned, all Natalie wanted to do was to hug him tight and never let go. Brandon kissed Natalie on the forehead and intertwined his fingers with hers. He pulled her into his arms and said softly, “I need to deal with this first. We’ll talk about this later, okay?”
Brandon then turned to the b*odyguards standing beside the man and the woman and ordered, “Untie these two.” The b*odyguards obeyed and untied the sacks and ropes. When Natalie saw the man’s and the woman’s faces, she couldn’t help feeling surprised. Weren’t these two people Ameer, the old man who had offended her at the award ceremony, and his lover, Kathie?
“Mr. Ortiz, looks like you were just putting on a show when you beat up Kathie that night?” Natalie asked as a cold smile appeared on her face.
“No, Mrs. Larson, it’s not like that,” Ameer said hurriedly while waving his hands.
Kathie untied the cloth that g*agged her when they freed her hands and tossed it on the floor. She glared at Natalie and cursed, “Wasn’t it enough for you to embarrass me that night? Why are you doing this? Why did you take me here? Are you going to kill me?”
Kathie broke down and cried bitterly. Her voice was full of grievance.
“I’m not the one who brought you here,” Natalie said helplessly. She was also clueless about the entire situation. Feeling confused and a little frustrated, she whispered into Brandon’s ear, “Honey, what’s going on?” Brandon tapped his fingers on the sofa’s arm impatiently and whispered, “I suspect they are the ones who tampered with the car.”
So this was what was going on.
However, before Natalie could speak, Ameer immediately- rebutted fiercely and it was so loud that it resounded through the ward, “Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?”
Suddenly, a crisp slapping sound was heard as Ameer struck Kathie squarely on her cheek. She tilted her face to one side, and a red palm print instantly appeared on her smooth cheek.
Kathie cursed, “How dare you hit me again! You snob! Had I known you were such a wimp, I would have left you for another man!”
“Can’t you see what’s going on here? We are now being interrogated by Mr. Larson and we can’t afford to offend him. Tell him exactly what you did now!” Ameer roared madly.
He had seen how scheming Kathie was before. He now suspected that she had indeed done something behind the scenes to offend the Larson Group.
Ameer turned to Brandon after he gave Kathie a piece of his mind. He forced a smile and begged for his life, “Mr. Larson, I’ve taught her a lesson. Can you please let me go after Kathie tells you the truth? I’ve already sincerely apologized to Mrs. Larson that day. I wasn’t involved in anything else that happened after that incident at the party.”
Ameer was indeed very old. He already felt his b*ody going sore within the first ten minutes of kneeling.
Looking at Ameer’s pathetic begging, Kathie realized that they were caught for a reason different from what she had in mind. She raised her head and stared into Brandon’s cold eyes, sending shivers down her spine. Seeing how an old man could give up his dignity so easily, she felt Brandon’s terror as clear as day.
“Mr. Larson, I really don’t know anything,” Kathie cried as she knelt on the ground. She begged for mercy over and over. “I haven’t even seen Natalie since I was beaten up by Ameer that day.”
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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