Chapter 676 Severed Ties
Natalie went into the bathroom, doffing her white suit as she entered. Then, she put on the gown Diane lent her earlier on.
Given Diane’s bigger body frame and broad shoulders, there was no way the gown would be a perfect fit for Natalie, but because she did not have ample time, Natalie could only settle for it.
She removed the hyper-realistic mask from her face, revealing the wound on her forehead.
Her blood had coagulated into a light red blood clot near her scalp, and when she accidentally brushed over the wound while combing her hair with her hand, a pang of raw pain elicited a cringe on her face.
She ignored the pain, shuffling through the bottles of cosmetic products besides the sink before patting some powder on her face.
She had to conceal the wound so it was not visible. Before long, she took an intent look at herself in the mirror and smacked her red lips. “You’d better watch your back, Yara Nichols. It’s time you get a taste of your own medicine.”
It was true that Yara left Franklin and Sophia unharmed, but still, Natalie no longer saw Yara as her sister.
Their familial ties were severed when Yara burned her alive five years ago.
Meanwhile, a woman in sunglasses stepped into Imperial Hotel confidently.
As she had told Martin earlier, Yara did not believe that Natalie would be able to escape from under her nose with the head injury she suffered. As long as she was still not out of the hotel, there would still be hope for Yara to turn the tables.
Upon Yara’s entrance, all the hotel employees bowed to her courteously, while she strutted in arrogantly.
She went straight toward the elevator, making her way to the twelfth floor.
After getting out, she began looking for Natalie in the corridors and escape routes.
Now, now, where are you? It’s pitch dark here, so there’s no way you can go far.
When she failed to find Natalie on the twelfth floor, Yara started making her way down. To her, Natalie would not have luck on her side all the time. She was certain that Natalie would not survive this time.
Just as her search was getting desperate, Yara spotted a white figure on the tenth floor.
The white suit caught her eyes and it was evocative of the outfit Natalie wore at Shine Charity Gala.
A brief glimpse was sufficient to assure her that the person she saw was Natalie, so Yara hurried over.
When Natalie felt someone catching up behind her, she struggled to quicken her steps.
Witnessing this, Yara became more confident about her guess. Since Natalie suffered a head injury from Martin, it would be difficult for her to move around agilely although she was still mobile.
Got you!
You won’t get away with that body of yours.
“There’s no use running away, Natalie Nichols!” Yara cried out as she rushed over.
Before she could even reach that woman, the latter slumped to the ground.
“Ha!” Yara smirked at the sight. “I told you. You won’t get away. Not tonight!” she chaffed, slowing down as she encroached closer. “There’s no use trying. You’ve walked right into my trap, Natalie!”
The woman sat on the ground without saying a word. Her shivering body emboldened Yara as she thought that was a display of fear.
Yara reached out her claws and grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to look into her eyes, but just as she was about to savor that moment of victory, the woman flashed a pocket knife and slashed Yara’s neck.
Thud!
Before Yara could even let out a scream, she fell to the ground and fainted.
When her task was completed, the woman in the white suit looked at Yara before casting her gaze toward Natalie. “Ms. Nichols, is there anything else I can do to be of service?”
“There’s still another assignment for you,” Natalie replied, glancing coldly at Yara. “You may return to your mistress after this.”
“Yes.”
