From Divorce To Dominance (Natalie Xavier)

Chapter

9

Natalie's movements were playful and nonchalant, prompting Darren to angrily pull his chin away from her touch. Natalie didn't seem fazed at all; instead, she batted her mesmerizing eyes, her allure as playful as it was enticing.

Darren averted his gaze, fidgeting nervously with his fingers. But the thought of her manipulating him made his blood boil. Clenching his teeth, he snapped, "It's been a while since we last met, and you've really shown your colors. I underestimated you today, and I'm definitely looking forward to our next round, Ms. Xavier."

With a radiant smile, Natalie replied, "Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Luther! Now that we're all squared away, I'm going to head out."

'Why can't she just talk normally? Why did she have to use that flirty tone? Does she think I am one of those guys who could be easily swayed?' Darren seethed inwardly.

"Bye, Mr. Luther." She waved her delicate hand at him, and as she turned, Arthur quickly stepped forward to assist her.

Leaning on his support, Natalie stood up confidently, her posture proud and regal, strutting out like a queen in her element.

This was a side of her that Darren had never seen before. It was fresh and captivating, drawing his gaze without effort. His eyes followed her graceful figure, his throat itching with a feeling he didn't want to confront. Realizing his reaction, he quickly turned away, feeling frustrated.

In an instant, the room that had been bustling felt empty with Natalie's departure, a heavy silence left in her wake.

The moment the door shut, Darren, in a fit of rage, grabbed the nearest object and hurled it against the wall.

Tony rushed in from outside, still trying to grasp what had just happened. He had been pinned down by the bodyguards and couldn't break free. Normally, Tony could handle himself, but those guards had completely restrained him.

Tony's face turned sour as he surveyed the chaotic scene. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Luther, I... I just-

Darren cut him off, his lips pressed into a tight line.

interacted felt too genuine to have developed in just a few months. He guessed, 'Has she already gotten close to that guy before our divorce?' As the thought crossed his mind, Darren clenched his fists. If

it!" Darren urged again, his voice low but urgent. "I

they had reunited, was overwhelming. Natalie had changed completely-from her style and makeup to her demeanor. She was no longer the obedient and dull girl he used to know; she had become sharp-tongued and quick-witted. Not to mention, he noticed that everyone around her, from bodyguards to doctors, were top-notch professionals. In his eyes, Natalie was just some country girl from the mountains. There was no way that all these elite people were willing

a phone broke the silence in the room. Darren glanced at the screen; it flashed "Grandpa." His eyebrows raised involuntarily. It was his grandfather who had pushed

he answered

home. I have something to discuss

"Okay."

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Chapter 9

The call ended abruptly.

knew his grandfather was still upset about the divorce, but he

*****

Lincoln limousine pulled up. Arthur helped Natalic into the car, his hand on her waist to guide her safely inside. Once settled, Natalie became engrossed in her phone, scrolling through trending topics. Her long lashes cast shadows, hiding her true emotions. Arthur took off his glasses and rubbed his

a slight smile.

directly; instead, he let out a

my ex-husband. Only he would have the time and pettiness for

demeanor cracking to show a wide, mischievous grin. "Spot-on. So,

address it in a few days." "Are you really just going to let those commenters tear you apart?" Arthur asked, his sharp eyes filled with

silent, struggling to find a reply. This was classic Natalie-always lost in her own world, saying things that were too clever

was born, she was a prodigy. By five, her abilities were already shining. For her, nothing seemed too tough; she learned things easily and often impressed

share their knowledge. But she had no patience for anything uninteresting; if people didn't flatter her,