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 to explore. Sometimes,

losing oneself didn’t always signify being loved more. He viewed men as generally practical and realistic

saw no need to elaborate

mind a tangled mess. The driver’s words, though

returning home, and before she knew it, she had finished her bowl of

phone startled her. It was Austin.

I’m home,” Natalie replied, her voice muffled. Only then did she realize she had been crying Into fier

voice was thick with

asking,

stammered.

him so much, but he still lied to her.

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