Richest Mogul

As Natalie watched Jeremy disappear into a car, a wave of nausea washed over her, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. Her mind reeled, struggling to grasp the reality before her.

The driver had to call out to her several times before she finally snapped back to reality, her face pale.

The car Jeremy was in disappeared from her sight.

“Sorry. Let’s go,” Natalie mumbled.

The driver noticed Natalie’s pale face. She had been so lively and cheerful when she got into the car. He then remembered her phone call. Putting two and two together, a flicker of understanding crossed his

face.

some time for yourself

losing oneself didn’t always signify being loved more. He viewed men

driver saw no need to elaborate further, sensing Natalie’s Intelligence.

The driver’s words, though kind, seemed distant

moved mechanically through the motions of returning home, and before she knew

startled her. It was Austin. “Are you home?”

Natalie replied, her voice muffled. Only then did she realize she had been crying Into fier paste just moments

was thick with

paused briefly before asking, “Are

I. I just watched a show,” Natalie stammered. “The male lead deceived the female lead.

still lied to her. Are there no good men left in this world?”

plea for reassurance that contradicted a belief that seemed to be crumbling