Fearful of causing a scene, Dalores quickly retrieved the bag, emptied its contents, and threw it back at the girl. âFine! Take it! Itâs just a bag. Take it and get out of here right now! And donât come back!â Daloresâ face turned red with anger.
Worried about her reputation, Dalores looked around to ensure no one had witnessed the altercation. The girl caught the bag and shook it before cursing, âBitch, youâve already used it! How much am I supposed to take from a second-hand bag? If I knew you were so useless, I wouldnât have asked for your help!â Her voice grew louder, causing Dalores to feel embarrassed.
Dalores wished she could disappear into the ground. As she angrily turned to return to her workstation, she noticed Natalie staring at her. Natalieâs gaze only fueled her fury. Losing control, Dalores stormed towards Natalie, roaring, âBitch, what did you do to seduce Draco? How is it that he listens to you and not me?â
âYou were the one making promises you couldnât keep. n ov el oz -Thatâs not my fault,â Natalie retorted indignantly. She didnât believe a word of what Dalores was saying. Leaning closer to Natalie, Dalores warned in a low voice, âRemember, this isnât over.â
After her outburst, Dalores returned to her desk as if nothing had happened. âThat little bitch is definitely something,â she thought to herself. She had managed to win over someone as powerful as Draco. The more Dalores dwelled on it, the angrier she became with Natalie. It was clear that Natalie also wanted to hire acquaintances, just like Dalores did. But Natalie pretended to be innocent and got away with it, leaving Dalores to shoulder the blame.
In that moment, Dalores made a firm decision. She would stop at nothing to ensure that Natalie and Tasha were kicked out of w Marks.
After escorting Tasha to her cubicle, Natalie returned to her seat and immersed herself in work. However, her mind was preoccupied with the strange incident involving her laptop. She had searched online for answers but found nothing. Although the issue hadnât recurred, she couldnât log in to the website anymore, severing her only connection to the mysterious drug dealer. Frustrated, Natalie decided to focus on her work for the time being and tackle her problems one by one.
As the day neared its end, Elizabeth packed up her belongings, intending to leave early. Natalie glanced at the clock and asked curiously, âThereâs still fifteen minutes left. Where are you headed?â
Elizabeth pulled out a powder compact and began touching up her makeup, enhancing her already beautiful features. With a hint of wistfulness, she replied, âI have to go now. Iâve finished todayâs tasks anyway. Jorge is waiting for me downstairs, and I donât want him to wait too long. See you tomorrow, Natalie.â Natalie nodded and bid her farewell, unsure if Elizabethâs relationship with Jorge was healthy or not. Nevertheless, Elizabeth seemed happier now.
Shortly after Elizabethâs departure, Tasha also prepared to leave. She approached Natalieâs workstation, finding her still engrossed in her work. âAre you planning to work overtime?â Tasha inquired.
Natalieâs eyes remained fixed on the computer screen as she responded, âYes, I havenât completed my tasks for today, but it wonât take much longer.â
âAlright then. Donât stay up too late, okay? Iâm heading home. Bye!â Tasha waved goodbye and left. Natalie continued working diligently, and by the time she finished her design, she realized she was the last person remaining in the office, surrounded by darkness outside. Suddenly, her phone rang.
âWhen will you get off work, you workaholic?â Brandonâs familiar and gentle voice brought a smile to her face.
âWhat time will you pick me up?â Natalie checked the clock, discovering it was almost 7 oâclock in the evening.
âWait for me. Iâll be there in ten minutes.â After ending the call, Natalie swiftly packed her belongings. Just as she was about to descend the stairs, she received a peculiar text message.
Initially dismissing it as spam, something caught her attention. The sender claimed to be Charis Turner. Shocked, Natalie tapped on the message and read it carefully. âYou havenât forgotten me, have you, Natalie? Itâs me, Charis. Youâre the one who set me up. I canât wait for you to join me in hell.â
Before she could finish reading the first text, her phone began incessantly pinging with more messages flooding in. Natalieâs fi**gers trembled, and beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead. With each incoming message, her heart raced faster. Who would play such a cruel prank on her?
Annoyed and anxious, Natalie contemplated turning off her phone.
Suddenly, the messages ceased, plunging into silence. Natalie breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to stow away her phone. However, the screen lit up once again, displaying an unknown caller. After a momentary hesitation, Natalie answered the call, lowering her voice in an attempt to remain composed. âHello? Whoâs this?â
âAre you happy now, Natalie? Youâve finally killed me...â A ghostly female voice emanated from the other end, bearing a striking resemblance to Charisâs voice.
âDonât worry. Iâll escort you to hell personally. Iâll be back again soon!â The voice on the other end of the line erupted into maniacal laughter, sending shivers down Natalieâs spine. Gripping her phone tightly, she struggled with how to react. Taking deep breaths, she reminded herself not to show fear, knowing it would only encourage the person behind the threats. With resolve, Natalie decided to hang up. But before she could, the voice on the other end interrupted, âIâm looking right at you, Natalie. Hanging up wonât change a thing.â
Natalie realized that it wasnât Charisâs ghost haunting her, but rather someone alive who was watching her nearby. Relief washed over her as she smiled and calmly responded, âThen come out and face me. I wasnât afraid of you when you were alive, and I certainly wonât be afraid of you now that youâre dead. If you truly are Charis Turner, why donât you reveal yourself and tell me what drug you used on Brandon? It would save me a great deal of trouble. I could use the money Iâd save to buy you some more flowers.â
The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband ï¤Chatper 417 The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)
ï¤Chapter 1329 Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ï¤Chapter 1187 Silence fell on the other end of the line, leaving Natalie wondering if the so-called ghost had grown tired of the charade. She decided to take a different approach. âWould you like to have a drink with me?â Natalie suggested, maintaining her composure. âYou sound tired.â
The ghostly caller responded with a chilling declaration, âIâm coming for your life!â Then, the call abruptly ended, leaving Natalie staring at the blackened screen. Breathing a sigh of relief, she grabbed her bag and hurried downstairs.
Waiting for her in the lobby was Brandon, who had been there for a while. Spotting Natalie, he rushed over, concern etched on his face. âWhatâs the matter? You donât look so good. Are you feeling unwell?â Brandon took her bag and examined her closely.