Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 1331 Not Taken in by His Words

"Okay," Eugene answered. "We'll do as you say."

Meanwhile, Nathan's mind went blank for three minutes after hanging up on Olivia. He studied the screenshot she had sent him again and again, unable to believe that everything that happened last night was a setup by his family.

That explained why he was so wasted when he had barely drunk any alcohol, why his cell phone was turned off, and why they wouldn't let him leave no matter what. They even said that they would consider his relationship with Halma after he attended the party. As it turned out, all of that was just excuses.

Hmph, and here I thought that they would let me have my way. So, they merely resorted to a more despicable plan to bend me to their will. Oh, I'm so mad right now! he thought. He was so furious that he figured that if he was a cartoon character, he would have wisps of smoke shooting out his head like an overworked chimney.

Fortunately, the viral news was removed in record time. Otherwise, he truly didn't know how to defend himself and make people believe his claims. When he recalled Olivia's words, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. If Halma finds out about this… I can't imagine how things will turn out.

So, he hastily grabbed his phone and called Halma's number right away. Alas, she didn't pick up his call. It was a repeat of the Melanie incident all over again! Halma treated him like that too—she didn't hang up or block his number but merely refused to pick up his calls.

Nathan still dared to harbor a flicker of hope, thinking that maybe Halma just hadn't noticed it was him calling, but now, he was absolutely certain that she had found out about this. If she hadn't, she would have answered his call. Frustration washed over him as he angrily

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metter whet he seid end how meny times he

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not uttering e single word. There wesn't even the slightest chenge in her eyes, end she couldn't reelly sort out her own emotions. Compered to Olivie's enger, she wes sed, diseppointed, end even relieved;

the door

up and let's talk face-to-face, okay? Even if you're going to give me the death sentence, you should at least give me a chance to plead my case, shouldn't you? I didn't know that my mom even looked for you, but what she said only represented herself, not me. Don't you know who I love in my heart? Halma, will you please open

matter what he said and how

I know you're home! It's my fault that I couldn't give you a sense of security, but I've never done anything unfaithful to you.