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Chapter 731

Renamarc?

Timothy recalled that Johanna had founded an international fashion brand alongside two other partners. They also worked as designers at that company.

The knowledge that Hector had known Johanna for years and that their relationship could potentially be closer than his and Johanna's made Timothy uneasy. He felt threatened. Previously, he had joked about how Armand could not have Genevieve because there were too many men around her, but then he experienced for himself that karma was real.

"Timothy Jensen," he replied shortly, shaking Hector's hand as he glanced at Johanna. "I'm her ex-husband."

Hector's eyes seemed to glint when he heard that.

Although he had known Johanna for years, he had only connected with her on social media because he was abroad. He knew that she was married and had a child, but he was unaware that she was divorced. Timothy scoffed in his heart when he spotted the change on Hector's face. "What were you guys talking about?"

"We were discussing Jojo's career projectile," Hector answered candidly. "Renamarc will go public once we secure enough capital. It will be a waste to keep a talent like Jojo at the company then. She's a gifted designer, so I'm thinking about asking her to go to Kronos as the chief designer."

Kronos was a luxury fashion label under Centum Group, an international high-end company.

Hector seemed confident that Johanna could join Kronos as the chief designer. It occurred to Timothy that one of Kronos' stakeholders was also a Chanaean with the surname "Lee."

Timothy guessed that Hector must be somehow related to that person.

Seeing that Johanna had remained silent all that while, Timothy asked, "So, are you taking up the offer? You look happy."

"Can't I be happy without going to Kronos?" Johanna argued.

"Yes, you can, but regardless, you can't go to Kronos," Timothy said lightly. "It's based in Petalgrove. I won't be able to see Asel anymore if you bring her there. I'm busy with work, so I can't go to Petalgrove all the time."

Timothy stole a short glance at Hector. "If you really want to work at Kronos as a chief designer, then I'll become a shareholder at Centum Group. You'll be able to work remotely then."

Hector was taken aback at first, but then he smiled, shaking his head. "Mr. Jensen, it's not that easy to become a shareholder in Centum Group."

Centum Group was one of the luxury brand giants in the world. Even if Timothy had money, he could only buy their shares from the stock market. That would not be enough for him to have a say in the company, let alone help Johanna to get a job as the chief designer.

Timothy laughed.

When Johanna sensed the disdain in his laughter, she decided to cut in. "Well, he can, actually. Since you've spent most of your time abroad, you might not know that he," she said, pointing at Timothy, "is the owner of Forlisle Group."

Hector was dumbstruck.

It went without saying that he had heard of Forlisle Group. They were a world-renown pharmaceutical behemoth, offering products ranging from medical equipment to drug research patents. It was a business more profitable than any oil company.

Since Timothy had always worked at General Hospital, it was understandable that Hector had never heard of him.

Given Forlisle Group's financial clout, it would not be a problem at all for them to invest in Centum Group. In fact, they had what it took to even procure the entire company.

When Johanna saw how shocked Hector was, she reassured him, "What's with that look? You're not that bad yourself. You and your team brought Renamarc to where it is today. It would never be a global brand if it were not for you guys."

Hector smiled. "Well, we're where we are because of the design team. The operation team can go all out, but customers can still go for other products if the designs aren't fashionable enough. You are an essential asset to the company. You're practically my goddess!"

Timothy's face turned cheerless as they complimented one another.

Johanna had never praised him before, yet she appeared so concerned when Hector's feelings were affected. She even consoled and praised him. To Timothy, it was favoritism at its finest. Never in life had he ever felt that jealous.

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"I'll not disturb you guys then. I'll go check on Asel."

Timothy knew the best resort for him was to leave, or else he might start insulting Hector, and Johanna might come to his defense.

Hector's gaze followed Timothy as the latter walked out of the greenhouse. When he was gone, Hector gave a wry chuckle. "When I heard he was your ex-husband, I thought I could ask you out for dinner tonight and ask if you could give me a chance..."

However, he was not expecting Johanna's ex-husband to be more handsome and richer than he was.

"Is there still a possibility for us?" he asked.

"Well, there are limitless opportunities for our work partnership, but getting together? I don't think so." Johanna drew a clear-cut boundary between them.

"Is it because he's wealthier?" he inquired, still refusing to give up.

"Hector, I rake in more than a hundred million annually from Renamarc. Even if I lead a lavish life, it's more than enough," she answered with a smile. "You don't know Timothy. He gets jealous easily, and when he does, he can be really nasty. He would make sure other guys know who they are dealing with if they get too close to me."

Hector tried to recall their interaction from before. "I guess I should consider myself lucky then. He didn't do anything to me."

After a while, he asked again, "Do you still love him?"

Johanna did not answer right away. She tidied up the design drafts and put them all in a file. "Well, I didn't agree to go to Petalgrove with you after I got a divorce. I stayed in the house he bought and allowed him free rein to come to visit our daughter. What do you think?"

Hector understood what she meant, but when he looked up at her profile again, he still could not get over her.

"If both of you don't work out in the end, I hope you'll still consider me." Hector felt he should still make one last push for what he wanted.

He really admired Johanna. She was a motivated and talented woman.

"I believe in him, and I believe in my choice of man," she insisted with a glimmer of confidence in her smile as she passed a document to Hector. "I'll go have lunch with them first, then. See you around." Back in the house, the nanny was with Asel beside the floor-to-ceiling window. She was helping the child with some baby exercises under the sun.

When the nanny saw Timothy coming in, she got up and greeted him.

It had been some time since Timothy last saw his daughter, which was back at the hospital. The baby had grown a lot and now looked chubby and cute.

When she saw Timothy, she waved her limbs at him, giggling and babbling.

"She knows you're her dad," the nanny remarked, also smiling.

"Come here. Let me carry you," Timothy cooed. He picked her up the way the people at the hospital had taught him. When he brought her closer, a sweet-smelling scent of milk came rushing at him. Asel seemed happy and burbled in his embrace.

Timothy pecked her across her clothes, knowing that it would be dangerous to kiss her directly as she was still very young.

Then, he took many photos of his daughter. Looking at those pictures, he was reminded of how Lucian and Amanda had not enjoyed the company of their father over the past five years. He could imagine how lonely and sad they must feel.

When he looked back at Asel, who was holding on to his finger, he said gently, "Asel, I love you so much."

He picked up one of the toys and played with her for some time. Busy with work at the company, he had not been resting well recently. Eventually, he accidentally dozed off beside the stroller.

When Johanna came in after sending Hector off, she did not expect to walk in on Timothy sleeping beside the child.

Asel lay quietly next to him without crying. When she saw her mother, her eyes curved into a crescent shape happily.

Johanna went up to kiss her.

Then, she picked up the blanket on the couch and spread it over Timothy. Suddenly, his phone in the stroller lit up. He had a few unread messages on WhatsApp.

Charlotte had sent some images.

She said: Could you help me choose a ring?

Chapter 733 A ring?

Johanna's eyes narrowed. So it only took them days from eating together to choosing rings together? Anger rose in Johanna's heart, and she struck Timothy with the blanket. Timothy jerked at the unexpected assault. He shot up instantly, looking at Johanna in confusion, but the latter threw the blanket in her hand away and went into the dinette. Timothy heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Asel was still playing on her own and was not frightened by what had happened. He grabbed his phone and followed after Johanna.

When he saw the messages Charlotte had sent, he was speechless. He ignored them and went into the dinette.

"Since when did I say you could stay to eat here? You're just here to see Asel," Johanna snapped once he pulled out the chair opposite her.

"There are so many dishes. There's no way you can finish them alone," Timothy replied, still sitting down.

Since the dishes were served and no one came in after him, Timothy knew immediately that Hector was not joining them for lunch. He felt delighted.

After tasting the soup, he praised, "Mm! This soup is good."

"Oh, really?" Johanna sneered.

Timothy frowned at the bitterness coming from Johanna, wondering if he had done something wrong back at the greenhouse. However, he was certain that he had kept his temper under control. He had not said anything offensive to Hector either.

Don't tell me she thinks I'm shameless for staying for lunch?

That was the only possibility Timothy could think of. He coughed dryly and continued eating as if he did not hear her scoff.

Back when he was buying this house, Timothy had even asked the seller to find a cook who could make a variety of food so Johanna and the baby could be well taken care of. The cook was handsomely- remunerated.

When Timothy finally had the chance to taste the cooking, he thought it was worth paying tens of thousands every month.

Ring! Someone called while he was eating.

Seeing that it was Charlotte, Timothy stole a glance at Johanna and put Charlotte on speaker. "What do you want? I'm eating."

"Timothy Jensen!" Charlotte roared. "I want you at General Hospital in ten minutes!"

Timothy was startled. "What for?"

"Just get here in ten minutes! I'll jump off from the rooftop if you don't get here in ten!"

The call ended.

Timothy regretted picking up Charlotte's call, but from her tone, it did not sound like she was joking, so he had no choice but to put down his cutlery.

He took his phone and got up. "I'm going to the hospital," he said, looking at Johanna.

She did not look back up. "I don't care. You don't have to come back anymore. You've already seen Asel."

Timothy's chest tightened when he heard that, but he did not have a choice.

Since Johanna's place was close to General Hospital, it only took Timothy a short while before he reached via the tunnel. When he arrived, he gave Charlotte a call and went to the inpatient department. She was standing outside Jeremiah's ward but kept peering inside through the window in the door.

When she heard footsteps and saw that it was Timothy, she quickly ran over, grabbing and dragging him around the corner. "I was choosing a ring, and then my dad came to the hospital to see your dad. My dad told Mr. Jeremiah that it was about time they chose a date for our wedding. Both of them seemed to agree on the idea," she informed him nervously.

"Come on! Do something!" she urged while gripping his arm tightly.

He pried her hand away and said, "You're the one who got us into this mess. Who asked you to drag me along when your dad asked you to bring your boyfriend?"

"Who asked you to pick up his video call at the rooftop garden the other day?" Charlotte retorted. "Just so you know, I'm not the one in hot water right now. I have nothing to lose if I marry you. After all, your family is rich, and our union will benefit my family's company. You, on the other hand, had better think about your baby daughter. She's getting a stepmother if we get married!"

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Timothy's face fell, and his smile vanished instantly.

Charlotte had never seen Timothy this floored. "I'm sorry. I'll stop teasing you," she said immediately. "What about you tell them you want to remarry Johanna?"

Timothy glanced at her. "And let Mr. Benson harass Johanna and my daughter? You should call your boyfriend here now."

"He's filming in Petalgrove now."

"Fine. I'll play it by ear then," Timothy snapped, walking right into the ward toward Jeremiah and Jiminy.

From the smile on their faces, it seemed like they were having a good time talking to one another.

"Dad. Mr. Benson," he greeted.

"Tim!" Jiminy smiled at him. "Look at you, young man. You must be really tired. Your dark circles are so deep!”

"I'm good, Mr. Benson," Timothy replied, getting a cup of water from the water dispenser.

Charlotte also came in and greeted the two men before going over to Timothy. Then, she took the cup of warm water he had filled up from him.

Jiminy felt glad watching their intimate interaction. "Lottie is the most mischievous among all my kids. I used to worry that no one would want to marry her, but it seems like I've worried unnecessarily. Tim has only taken over Forlisle Medical for a while, and now everything is going phenomenally in the company. He's capable and treats Lottie well. I feel comforted knowing she's in good hands." Charlotte choked on the water upon hearing her father's words.

"I was just talking to Jeremiah about the wedding. I'm giving Lottie a few houses and cars when both of you get married. I'll also be giving two billion in cash for her dowry," Jiminy said to Timothy. Charlotte's face twitched. Wow, Dad. You're staking too much just to marry me off.

"Mr. Benson, I've just taken over the company and am really occupied. I don't have time to think about anything else other than work now. Besides, Lottie is young and beautiful. A lot of men would love to have her hand in marriage. You don't have to worry about her not finding a suitable candidate."

Jiminy begged to differ, but before he could say another word, Timothy beat him to it.

"Mr. Benson, I've known Lottie for years. If she really gets married one day, I'll give her my sincerest blessings. I'll even give her a huge congratulatory gift during her wedding."

Jiminy knew what Timothy was trying to say and looked disappointed.

Given how successful Timothy was, he could easily find a wife from the ladies among other distinguished families. It made sense that he did not have eyes for someone imperfect like Charlotte, so after talking to Jeremiah for a while, Jiminy left with Charlotte.

Jeremiah had just recovered from his sickness. The ordeal had taken a toll on him, and he looked much older lying on the bed. There was no color on his good-looking face.

"I heard from Jiminy that you and Lottie were getting along really well. You even took time to eat with her and go shopping together, so why did you turn down the wedding just now?" Jeremiah asked, taking the orange Timothy gave him.

"I owed her a favor, so I had to return it when she asked for help. Since I don't have any feelings for her, I won't marry her," Timothy said clinically.

"Then who do you want to marry?"

Timothy lowered his gaze. "Your granddaughter is not even three-months-old. I want to see her grow up and love her like a father."

Timothy did not want Asel to suffer the same fate as Lucian and Amanda.

"You should bring her here one day. I've never seen her before," Jeremiah answered.

"That baby is about to be born in a few months," Timothy said with implied meaning.

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Jeremiah froze.

"I don't think I have to tell you the relationship between Jojo and Ms. Quayland," Timothy said, putting down the orange he peeled on a plate before wiping his hands. "She forced Jojo to abort the child and even tried to poison her and the baby when she was unconscious just because she was afraid Jojo would disrupt her perfect life. Do you think she will truly love any child? I understand why you remarried after Mom died. Although I never once called Ms. Quayland 'Mom,' I respected her throughout the years after she married into the family, but what she did to Jojo is the last straw for me."

Timothy threw the tissue paper into the trash can and stood up. "I have many ways of making money and don't have to worry about not having enough to live by. If you really want that child, then I'll quit the company. After all, Forlisle Medical doesn't hold sway in my heart, and I can still practice as a doctor. However, I will never go back to the Jensen family again. I'm your son, but I'm also a woman's husband and a child's father. I can't just let anyone walk over my wife and me."

Jeremiah had remained silent throughout. He simply listened to Timothy as he looked intently at his son.

He had busied himself with his business, flying around the world his whole life and rarely bothering with Timothy. When he finally had time to rest again, he realized his son was already in his twenties.

From his recollection, Timothy had never grumbled about his life, but neither was he satisfied with it. He had always been unaspiring. There was never a woman that he particularly loved. He would date them, and if things did not work out, he would end the relationship.

Back then, Jeremiah was concerned about Timothy. He was afraid that if he were to leave one day, Timothy would never be able to assume the responsibility of leading the company, but at that moment, it dawned upon Jeremiah that Timothy had already grown so much.

There was a woman whom he loved, and he had become a father.

He recalled what Johanna had told him at the hospital garden the other day. "You have never really cared for him, so it makes sense that you don't believe he's capable of doing anything, but I do. If he's jobless and penniless, I will keep him. I don't mind doing that for the rest of my life because I know he loves me."

It occurred to Jeremiah that the morsel of trust he had for Timothy was nothing compared to a woman who had only married him for a few years.

Jeremiah was silent until Timothy was about to leave. "I thought you got married just for fun, but you ended up marrying a good wife from that rash decision."

Timothy stopped at the door and looked back at his father, perplexed.

"I believe she will marry you again," Jeremiah said, waving at him. "You should go home and rest. You look more tired than I do. Pick me up at nine in the morning tomorrow. I want to go to the company." "Dad, is there something you're hiding from me?" Timothy asked.

Jeremiah did not answer but hurried him off.

Meanwhile, Cooper was driving Nathalia home when a Rolls-Royce Ghost suddenly accelerated and braked noisily right in front of Cooper's car, forcing the latter to stop.

Jack got out of the Ghost and walked over. "I'll bring her for lunch," he volunteered.

His face darkened when he saw the sexy woman with a bob cut in the passenger seat.

"She's not Genev," Cooper said, looking at Jack.

Cooper was afraid that Jack might strangle her to death if Nathalia were to say anything that provoked him.

"I know," he seethed. "I want Genev back, so I won't kill her."

"Do you actually think I will believe you?" Cooper questioned, eyeing Jack's tight grip around his own car window. His fist was clenched so tight green veins showed underneath his skin. It was apparent that he was in a foul mood.

The situation became tense when Jack demanded for Nathalia, but the other man refused to let him have her.

"Seriously?" Nathalia chimed in lazily. "Open the door, please. I'm hungry. I don't have time for games."

Cooper hesitated for a few seconds before unlocking the door.

After Nathalia got in the Ghost, Jack entered the car.

Cooper watched the Rolls-Royce speed off, feeling worried. Just as he was about to chase after Jack, Armand sent him a message.

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Over in a private room at Golden Restaurant, Sylvie took a sip of coffee cautiously as she sneaked a glance at the man sitting opposite her.

He was wearing a lightweight black turtleneck and slacks. The metal lighter in his hand flickered intermittently in his hand as he sat there quietly playing with it. It was as if he was living in his own elegant void, unperturbed by the world.

A frown sat on Sylvie's brows when she glanced at him another time.

Sylvie had heard of the man's talent. It was him who had reminded her of her lines while they were filming For Elise together.

He was able to ease into just any role within a short period of time.

She wondered how someone without a prominent family background like him managed to give people the impression of an unapproachable aristocrat.

Has he always been this distant to everyone?

She tried to recall what things were like between them when they worked together, but her train of thought was interrupted when the door swung open. The waiter ushered in Jack and Nathalia. The glass in Sylvie's hand almost dropped the moment she saw Jack.

After experiencing Jack's atrocious cruelty herself, Sylvie had been traumatized.

She thought Jack had only asked her and Bruce there for a meal that day, but when she saw Genevieve, she was afraid that Jack would give Genevieve the leeway to deal with her however she liked.

Sylvie peeked at Bruce, who had not moved an inch at all ever since he came in, and felt assured. Bruce had told her that he married her because he owed someone else a favor, so she figured that he would not just sit idly by if anything happened to her.

When Jack and Nathalia came in, Armand looked at them and saw Nathalia's cold and languid gaze.

One glance was enough to dishearten Armand.

Nathalia sat down as if she did not see the other two people in the private room. She picked up the menu, ordered seven to eight dishes, and flung the menu at Jack.

Jack was not interested in eating. Instead, he looked up at Nathalia and said, "You're not saying hi to your old friends?"

Although he had heard the conversation between Cooper, Timothy, and the doctor from the listening device, he still could not reconcile himself with the fact that Genevieve had developed a split personality disorder, so he deliberately arranged for a meal with the people Genevieve was most familiar with and hated the most.

Nathalia raised her head, sweeping her gaze between Sylvie and Armand. "What do they have to do with me?" she scoffed.

Then, she called the waiter over and ordered a white peach cocktail.

"I'm sorry," the young and charming waiter answered in a melodious voice. "Our restaurant doesn't have a bartender. What about a canned cocktail?"

Nathalia glanced at him and reached for her bag, pulling out a stack of cash. "Get me one, then. I don't take canned alcohol."

He stared at her for a moment before taking the money and going out.

Meanwhile, Sylvie had been observing Genevieve ever since she came in. She realized that her fashion style, behavior, and diction were unusual.

She knew that Genevieve had been injected with some drug so she could not fall in love with men.

That was why she was unfazed even after spending so much time together with Jack, a debonair and affluent nobleman. Thus, it made no sense for her to suddenly tease a mere waiter.

Is she trying to make Jack jealous?

Sylvie was still chewing on the question when she saw Jack's face was as severe as it could get. It seemed as if Genevieve had exasperated him beyond measure.

Then, Genevieve turned the plate of fruits on the turntable to Jack. "Peel an orange for me," she demanded.

Jack did not like her tone, so he did not move. Instead, he lifted his hand and pointed at Sylvie. "She killed Jane and almost killed Johanna. Do you not want to punish her? She's all yours, so you can kill her. I'l take care of the body," he promised.

Sylvie's body froze, and her face paled.

"Well, those who died are not related to me, so why should I avenge their deaths?" Nathalia asked. She pursed her red lips in indifference as if she did not feel any hatred toward Sylvie.

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She turned the plate of fruits to Armand, who had yet spoken a word, and said, "Peel me an orange."

Armand put down his lighter, wiped his hands clean with a hot towel, and took an orange. He peeled the skin and the pith off before placing the orange on a small plate.

Nathalia turned the small plate toward herself and ate happily. "Armand, you're more obedient than her one-night stand."

Sylvie was stunned when she heard that.

Jack stared at Nathalia coldly and asked, "You could see everything she did?"

"I have all the memories of her growing up." Nathalia suddenly leaned toward Jack and put her arm over his shoulder.

With a finger pointing at the man sitting opposite, Nathalia whispered into Jack's ear, "She has slept with that celebrity a few times before. If I'm not mistaken, ever since last year's New Year's day, they had been staying together and sleeping in each other's arms."

Jack grabbed Nathalia's hand and squeezed it hard.

He knew it was Genevieve's body, so he had only used less than half of his strength. Still, Nathalia gasped in pain, and a red mark was left on her wrist.

Armand's gaze darkened, but he didn't show any unusual expression.

Right then, the servers came in and served up the dishes. The male server from before went in as well, and he served Nathalia a glass of cocktail.

The male server was wearing a black-and-white uniform, which outlined his pair of long legs and a sturdy figure. He looked rather attractive.

Nathalia took a sip of her cocktail and smiled. "This is nice."

She then opened her purse and took out a couple of bills. Instead of giving them straight to the male server, she placed a note in between her fingers and reached out toward the male server. "Do you want the money or my phone number?"

Her voice was placid and alluring.

Veins were popping on Jack's forehead. He then glared mercilessly at the male server to warn him silently. It was as if he would chop off the male server's hands if the latter decided to take the note.

The male server sensed the murderous intent in Jack's stare, so he took the bills and left in a hurry.

"You don't have to get jealous." Nathalia chuckled. She wasn't happy with him chasing her prey away. "I'm not her."

Nathalia picked up her fork and was about to dig in.

She pushed the plate of shrimps toward Jack. "I want some shrimps. Peel some for me."

Seeing that Jack was ignoring her, Nathalia pursed her lips and pushed the plate of shrimps toward Armand instead.

"I dare you to peel them!" Jack glared at Armand.

Although the woman before his eyes wasn't Genevieve, he still wasn't willing to see any man doing her favors, especially Bruce. Armand lifted his hand and lowered it again after he heard those words.

Nathalia didn't want to bicker with Jack. Hence, she pushed the plate of shrimps toward Sylvie and ordered, "You do it, then."

Sylvie would soak her hands in milk every night so that she would have beautiful hands. Plus, she had just done her nails a few days ago. All this while, I was pampered and treated like a queen. People would peel shrimps for me. How am I supposed to know how to peel them?

Jack had kept silent, so Sylvie was afraid that something would happen to her if she refused. Thus, she gritted her teeth and began peeling the shrimps.

Since she had long nails, she was having trouble peeling them. Left with no choice, she pulled the manicure on her thumb off.

Soon, she was done peeling all the shrimps. Nathalia ate in satisfaction, savoring the tasty shrimps. She ordered another plate of shrimps and two crabs.

Sylvie was so busy peeling shrimps and crabs that she didn't even have the time to take a sip of water. By the time she was done, her fingers were reddened and swollen.

Once Nathalia was done eating, she put her fork aside.

After that, when she was taking her phone out of her purse, she whipped out an emerald and tossed it toward Sylvie. "Treat it as a payment for your service."

Sylvie caught the emerald and took a closer look. This is the emerald sold off at an auction last year. The shape and color are perfect. I think it was sold at a high price of fifty million.

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Jack's expression turned grim when he saw the emerald. "How dare you give away something I've given to you as a gift?"

Nathalia shrugged. "It's just a stone."

Jack clenched his fists and refrained from choking Nathalia to death. He snatched the emerald from Sylvie and dragged Nathalia out of there forcefully.

The private room went silent. Sylvie looked at Armand and asked, "Did you notice something wrong with Genevieve?"

Genevieve had made it clear she wasn't herself.

"I don't know." Armand acted like he was unbothered. He got up and said, "I have something to attend to in the afternoon. I'll be leaving now."

Sylvie was perplexed as she watched Armand leave. Since I'm already so afraid of Jack, shouldn't Bruce be even more afraid of him after having slept with Genevieve? How is he still so calm? I wonder who Bruce is indebted to. Otherwise, why is he not scared of crossing Cooper or Jack in order to help her?

On their way back, Nathalia found a motorcycle store and asked the driver to bring them there. She then picked a motorcycle and brought Jack around the city for a test ride.

Jack's expression turned even grimmer when he noticed her exceptional riding skills. Four years ago, Genevieve and the kids had always stayed by my side in Dartan. When she came back to the country, she also had bodyguards with her all the time. She had only ever driven a sports car a few times, no? Where did she learn how to ride a motorcycle?

After buying the motorcycle she liked, Nathalia went straight home.

Jack called his subordinates and asked if they had found a way to get Genevieve back. He was willing to do whatever was required to get her back.

Suddenly, someone hugged her from behind and uttered, "Jay."

Upon hearing the woman's sweet voice, Jack turned around immediately and stared at her.

The woman raised her head and flashed him a faint smile.

"Genev." Jack put his phone aside and caressed her delicate cheek. With a sigh of relief, he said, "You're finally back."

The woman hummed in response and stood on tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him.

The intense smell of perfume on her and her hot breaths woke Jack up immediately.

He snapped back to his senses, shoved her aside, and shot her a murderous stare. Genevieve had always been shying away whenever I tried to touch her. She would never take the initiative and kiss me. After stumbling a few steps backward, Nathalia quickly went up to him again and took his hand, pressing it against her cheek. "I know you've been yearning for this. This is your chance."

With that, she grabbed the man's finger and moved it toward the strap on her shoulder.

Jack's gaze darkened. He pulled his hand away and choked her. After pinning her on the bed, he gradually tightened his grip.

Although Nathalia was gasping for air, she still flashed a confident smile.

Jack let go of her neck all of a sudden and warned, "You better keep your hands to yourself! Don't you dare do anything indecent with this body! Otherwise, I might really kill you!"

He got out of bed, stormed out, and slammed the door behind him.

Nathalia felt the pain caused by the strangulation. When she looked into the mirror, she saw a red mark left behind. She didn't bother to treat it, though. Instead, she went to the walk-in closet and got changed. Rosa was frightened when she saw the grim look on Jack's face when he left.

Right after that, she saw Nathalia walking out of the room in revealing clothes. "M-Ms. Rachford, are you heading out?" she stammered.

Nathalia hummed in response and went to the entrance to change her footwear.

Rosa quickly chased after her and said, "Mr. Valentine told me to keep an eye on you and keep you in."

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"When he calls, tell him I'm asleep." Nathalia put on her high heels and stood up. "I might not be coming home tonight."

She then waved Rosa goodbye without even looking back.

Rosa was left standing there in a complete daze.

Nathalia rode her motorcycle to Golden Restaurant. Coincidentally, a few servers had just finished their shifts, and they were heading home. One of them was the male server who served Nathalia a glass of cocktail during lunch.

Nathalia purposely stopped the motorcycle in front of him and took off her helmet to reveal her beautiful face. "Hi! We meet again!"

The male server's name was Finn Lambert. Under his colleagues' envious gazes, he got on the motorcycle. Nathalia then grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist.

Even after getting into the bar, Finn still couldn't believe his luck.

He turned around and saw Nathalia cupping her face and smiling back at him. His heart was fluttering when he saw her alluring eyes.

Finn opened his mouth and said something.

"What did you say?" Nathalia leaned in, her perfume enveloping Finn.

In a daze, Finn asked, "Why me?"

Nathalia patted his cheek under the dim lights in the bar and answered lazily, "You're my type."

Despite being a womanizer himself, Finn was completely mesmerized by the alluring woman before him. She's too pretty and sexy. Every time she speaks, my heart would race. Nathalia took a sip of her cocktail and left her lipstick stain on the glass. She then gave the glass to Finn, and she asked, "What do you think about two hundred thousand per month?"

Finn was stunned because he couldn't believe his ears.

"What about four hundred thousand?" She inched closer.

"Sure." Finn finished the glass of cocktail. After chatting for a while, he went to the restroom and sent out a text on his phone.

When he returned, Nathalia dragged him to the dancefloor.

Not long after they started dancing, a woman was seen looking around the booths to find someone. When she spotted Finn, she rushed toward him.

"Finn!" the woman shouted before tugging him aside.

Nathalia immediately shoved the woman aside. Wearing a glum expression, she yelled, "He's mine! I dare you to touch him again!"

The woman glowered at Nathalia before lunging at her. "You're a shameless mistress!"

Before the woman could lay a finger on Nathalia, Finn pushed her away. "Yvette, I've broken up with you!"

The woman, Yvette Owen fell to the ground, and she was trembling in pain.

Is he protecting her? Yvette's heart was broken. Her boyfriend broke up with her right after he found another beautiful lady. To make matters worse, he was so protective of the new lady he had found. Yvette called her friends as soon as she left the dancefloor.

In the meantime, Finn fed Nathalia a slice of watermelon and uttered, "I'm sorry you got scolded. I've already broken up with her."

"It's all right." Nathalia ate the slice of watermelon.

Finn was captivated by her rosy lips. After leaning toward her, he said in a hoarse voice, "I still don't know your name."

"Oh?" Nathalia chuckled softly. "My name is "

Before Nathalia could finish her sentence, a few men ambushed their booth. One of the men grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it against Finn's head. "What a shameless couple! How dare you bully my wife's friend? I'm going to kill the both of you!"

Finn's skull managed to withstand the impact without getting damaged, but his head was spinning. When he saw the men approaching them, he used his body to shield Nathalia.

After receiving a few kicks and punches, Finn took a bottle and smashed it against one of the men so that Nathalia could escape. After that, he lunged toward the man and fought him.

Nathalia was horrified when she saw Finn's head bleeding. As she was sprinting out unsteadily, she slipped and fell, bumping into a passerby.

Chapter 740

"Be careful." The man helped Nathalia up out of kindness.

Nathalia raised her head and looked at the man before grabbing his hand and saying, "Please go over and help! They're beating my friend up."

"Genevieve?" Yuvan was stumped when he recognized the familiar face.

When he recalled how Genevieve and Cooper acted during his grandfather's birthday, he forcefully shoved Nathalia's hand off of him.

Yvette caught up to her and fumed, "B*tch! You're dead!"

Terrified, Nathalia quickly hid behind Yuvan. While grabbing onto his shirt, she retorted, "We only got together after he broke up with you! You should just go for plastic surgery to fix your ugly face. Why are you blaming me?"

Yvette's face scrunched up in anger. She wanted nothing more than to tear Nathalia apart at that moment.

Nathalia was still hiding behind Yuvan, so Yvette couldn't get to her. Yvette ended up tearing Yuvan's clothes apart.

Yuvan lost his patience, and he pushed Yvette aside. "Enough!"

He wanted to just get out of there and stay out of the mess. However, Yvette saw how Yuvan had been protecting Genevieve, so she yelled for the men who were still beating Finn up. "Hey! This man is also the mistress' lover!"

"Lover? What?" Yuvan was infuriated. Before he could explain himself, two men with wine bottles came at him and bashed his head.

Yvette took the opportunity and grabbed Nathalia's hair. She then hurled insults and punches at her.

The crowd surrounding them stopped dancing and watched in amusement.

Suddenly, a team of policemen rushed in and sealed off the bar. One of the policemen went onto the stage and switched off the music. "This is a routine inspection. Please cooperate."

The crowd grumbled and waited to get inspected.

When the police noticed the shattered glass on the floor and a fight was still ongoing, they immediately broke up the fight.

Some of the policemen stayed in the bar to carry out the inspection, while the others brought Nathalia and the rest to the police station.

Upon arriving at the police station, Yvette was still itching to have a go at Nathalia. She kept insulting Nathalia by saying how Nathalia had stolen her boyfriend. She was so agitated that she wanted to go up to Nathalia and beat her up.

Finn shielded Nathalia and told Yvette off.

When Yvette's friends saw that, they wanted to beat Finn up.

Seeing the commotion, a policeman reprimanded, "This is a police station! Behave yourselves!"

Since it was just a personal conflict, the police asked if both parties were willing to let it go.

Yvette and the rest didn't want to get locked up, so they agreed to settle the matter privately without getting detained.

Before Nathalia could utter a word, a man was heard uttering in a cold voice, "We're not settling!"

Cooper rushed into the police station and saw Nathalia's disheveled state. Her hair was messy. Besides, there were also cuts on her face.

Cooper then glared coldly at Yvette and the rest before giving the police the surveillance footage taken from the bar. "This surveillance footage is taken from the bar. This is enough to prove that these people had assaulted my sister first. Not only do I not want to settle the conflict personally, but I also want to sue them for assault!"

"Your sister is a mistress!" Yvette pointed at Nathalia and fumed, "She stole my boyfriend! My friends only went after her because they wanted to teach her a lesson!"

Finn immediately responded, "She's not a mistress! I've already texted you and said I want to break up with you!"

Cooper's expression turned grim. He took Finn's phone and compared the time the text was sent and the attack. He then showed Yvette and her friends the phone and said, "According to the timeline, your boyfriend had already broken up with you over a text before getting intimate with my sister."

After leaving everything to the police, Cooper brought Nathalia away.

Finn endured the pain from his injuries and chased after them. "Mr. Sutton, Ms. Rachford's face is injured. I would like to bring her to the hospital."

At that point, Finn had recognized Cooper. It was no wonder he thought Nathalia looked familiar when he saw her earlier in the day.