Chapter 371 Drive Me Crazy
“Wait for me at the front, Nathaniel. I want to visit the restroom.” She clutched her bag and peered at him.
“Mmm, be careful.” Nathamel didn’t suspect anything.
Without delay, she left in the opposite direction, trekked through the crowd, and arrived backstage.
However, she didn’t see any familiar faces, only a few staff members preparing for their performances.
She continued ambling forward. The staff were so preoccupied with their tasks that they ignored her.
Suddenly, the door next to her was opened, and she was pulled into the room.
After the door was shut tight, she was pinned to it. Right before she was about to scream, she recognized the person before her.
“Francis?” Christina lifted her eyebrow. “Were you the one who sent me the message?”
“Yep.” replied Francis.
He never stopped chasing after the truth for Christina. Finally, after years of effort, he found a reliable lead.
“Tell me who’s the culprit.” Rage swirled in her eyes.
While he was happy about his guess, he was disappointed she was only interested in seeing him because of the information he had.
Gazing at her, he proposed, “Let’s trade, Christina.”
“What?” Christina knitted her eyebrows..
Francis pinched her chin, speaking to her in a threatening tone. “Why should I provide you accurate intel without receiving anything in return every time?”
“I can discover the truth myself. And if I can’t, Nathaniel can.” Without hesitation, she shoved his hand away furiously and prepared to leave.
“It took me years to discover the truth. Furthermore, that necklace of yours hides another mystery.” He stepped closer to her like he was a demon from hell.
With a devilish smirk, he spat icily, “Sure, you can discover the truth by yourself, but your search will take years. Are you sure you don’t want the intel that is already in my possession?”
No expressions were visible on Christina’s fair countenance as she stayed quiet.
Leaning even closer to her, Francis persuaded in a provocative tone. “Let me help you. I’ve never given you a tough time before.”
Compared to Nathaniel, he was a lot gentler. At the very least, he wouldn’t trap and monitor her in a
house.
“What’s your condition?” She relented.
“I founded an entertainment company recently, and I want you to be my stylist there.” Francis scrutinized
her, attempting to locate a trace of emotion on her composed countenance.
It was a condition she found acceptable as it was within her capabilities. “Fine. Can you tell me the truth
now?”
“You’ll know once you sign a contract at my company tomorrow.”
“Sure.” Christina promptly turned around, preparing to leave.
However, Francis grabbed her wrist and presented a keychain to her. “I think this souvenir that is based on the amusement park’s mascot suits you.”
Without warning, the door was kicked open by Nathaniel, who glowered at the two of them with hellish
wrath.
The humiliation of being deceived felt like a slap to the face for him.
He strode forward and punched Francis’ face.
Francis dodged the attack as he didn’t want his countenance to be injured before his performance.
Worry flooded Christina’s heart as she knew how violent the battle between the two men could become. There are too many people outside right now. If they cause too much of a commotion, news about their conflict will spread
Hence, she stood between the two men and hugged Nathaniel. “Stop! Don’t be rash, and listen to me.”
Nathaniel ceased his movements, though he still glared at Francis.
Meanwhile, Francis felt as though he just received a blow to the head upon seeing Christina’s tender body. pressing against Nathaniel’s.
“Let’s leave here first. Then, we’ll talk.” Christina started pulling Nathaniel out of the room by his hand.
Before she succeeded, Francis blurted. “Do you think it’s fun restricting her like this, Nathaniel?” It was difficult to tell if he said that out of jealousy or resentment.
That spurred Nathaniel to halt his steps and turned his wrathful scowl at Francis again.
“Stop talking. Francis.” While Christina wasn’t sure what Francis was planning, she was confident it wasn’t anything good.
The look in Francis’ eyes turned gloomy. “Why don’t you tell him how much you hate staying with him. Christina? Express your disdain for everything about him and the constraints he imposed on you!”
Christina was taken aback. I thought about those things before, but I never said it in front of Nathaniel because I knew I wouldn’t achieve anything even if I did. We’ve been avoiding the topic during our recent time together, but Francis just has to bring it up, as though he’s forcing us to confront the issue.
Standing before Francis, Nathaniel almost lifted the former by the collar.
“Are you going to hit me? I won’t let you off this time.” While Francis’ wound had mostly subsided, he still had to cover the bruise with a liquid foundation. It was his fault I couldn’t attend the fashion show. If he touches me again, I’m going to sue-
“Can you shut up, Francis?” Christina scowled at him. Did he forget what happened last time?
Separating the two men was a ma*sive undertaking for her. When the people outside heard their argument, they entered the room to check out what was going on. Francis’ a*sistant immediately sensed something was wrong and informed him. “It’s about time for your performance, Mr. Fernando. You mustn’t get into any accident right now.”
More and more people gathered at the entrance while the production a*sistant outside shouted for the staff members to enter the stage.
Hastily, Christina dragged Nathaniel out of the room by his hand.
After that, Nathaniel led her to a fake mountain, which wasn’t as crowded as the other locations. “It seems you enjoy going to the restroom with Francis.” They disappeared in the restroom four years ago, too.
He pushed Christina to the fake mountain too quickly, causing her pain.
“You’ve misunderstood. 1-” Before she could complete her sentence, Nathaniel pressed his lips on hers. domineeringly, making breathing difficult for her.
He was so forceful that he likely would’ve crushed her shoulders if he used a little more strength.
“Let me go… It hurts…” Christina smashed her fist onto his shoulder, but it was no use.
Moments later, she heard tearing sounds and felt her shoulders getting chilly. Her coat had been ripped __apart.
As though her brain was struck by lightning, her body froze. She couldn’t believe Nathaniel would do such a thing in public.
Most tourists had gathered at the stage, though some still occasionally pa*sed them by.
What if someone sees us? Christina whimpered, “Are you crazy, Nathaniel?”
Nathaniel gazed at her sharply and growled, “Yeah, I am, and it’s all because of you! Whenever I see you with him, I wish I could kill him! Why must you keep clinging to him?”
