The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 91 

After that, Natalie hung up the call. 

Perhaps out of guilt, she immediately switched her phone to airplane mode after hanging up. 

This guy slept with me and then maintained an ambiguous, intimate relationship with Yara for these past few years. And now, he‘s trying to act as if he deeply loves me. Does he really think that I‘m some young and oblivious girl? 

Natalie wrapped her arms around her legs and curled into a ball while muttering to herself, “You‘re such a liar, Samuel! I’d never believe you!” 

Staring at the darkened screen on her phone only made her even more desolate than she‘d ever felt before. 

Meanwhile, at the CEO‘s office in Centurion Corporation, Samuel was feeling so frustrated that it was nearly hard to breathe. 

Is she really willing to leave me for just ten million? If she wanted money, I would have given it to her. She could ask for all of my assets and properties and I would still give them to her. She could ask for all of me and I would give myself to her. But she‘s afraid of breaching some contract, and that‘s why we can never meet up anymore? 

“Natalie..” Samuel‘s gaze darkened. “You‘re mine. There‘s no way you can escape from me.” 

Elsewhere at the KINGS bar, Natalie entered a private room that Yandel had booked to see both Yandel and Ross, who were waiting for her. 

Yandel approached Natalie to butter

picked up a bottle of wine and continued, “This is Romani Conti from 1982. It was super hard to

give it a

her compliment. If he had a dog tail, it would

. 

as you like it!“. Ross, sitting off to one side and listening in on the entire exchange,

clearly not Natalie. So why is Yandel

back to reality. “I thought your boss was Natalie. Just how many bosses do you

hyper–realistic mask of a face full of freckles tonight. Instead, she was wearing Vivian’s face.

all, it would not have been convenient to access the bar with the freckled

as

forgotten that this was something

smirked, gradually saying, “I‘m

open in utter shock. “How

“My face?” 

the edge of her jaw before yanking the hyper–realistic mask off her face, thus exposing her