Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 163

“Miss Natalie, is everything okay?” Reid glanced at Natalie through the rearview mirror, noting her expression seemed off. He spoke with a soft concern, breaking the silence of the car’s interior.

It took a couple of calls of her name before Natalie snapped back to the present.

Locking eyes with Reid in the mirror briefly, she replied softly after a pause, “I’m feeling a bit under the weather. I want to head back to Prestige Penthouses to rest. It’s quieter there.”

“Sure,” Reid nodded, his response quickly and accommodating.

Natalie hastily deleted the video Brian had sent to her phone and shoved the device back into her purse. Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her hand, which had touched the phone, was somehow tainted, and a wave of nausea threatened to overcome her.

When she entered her home at Prestige Penthouses, she made a beeline for the sink and vigorously washed her hands with sanitizer. No matter how many times she scrubbed, her skin beginning to peel at the fingertips, she still felt unclean.

It wasn’t until her phone, lying in her bag on the floor, buzzed that she snapped out of her trance.

Natalie swabbed down her phone with an alcohol wipe, patiently waiting for the chemical to evaporate before answering the relentless calls.

the other end, his voice low. “Azure, there’s an opportunity in the next few days. They’ll be at a street parade tomorrow and giving a public interview the day

jet for me. Direct flight to

of the hospital early as she needed to attend to an important matter. That would align perfectly

packing her things, she texted Reid. [I’m not feeling well. I want some quiet time. I’ll stay

Reid texted back, [Okay, got it.]

as Reid left the building and got into his car. Turning away, she grabbed her suitcase and pressed

…

atop her luggage, idly scrolling through

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three politicians who had been attacked the day before, two dead on the scene, and the third declared brain dead that morning. Confirming her mission accomplished, she promptly texted Remington. [Task complete]

had a reputation that no mission was ever

Do you need a flight back home arranged?] Remington replied.

erasing Remington’s contact