Chapter 1711 Nathaniel Shows Up
Finally, it was time to send Gregory and Audrey to school. After that, I changed my clothes and prepare to head out to the company, bar, and the spot where we ran into each other again, among others. I’d rather cling to a slim hope than wait at home aimlessly.
I had just stepped out when a black Lincoln limousine rolled to a stop before me, effectively blocking my path.
The car window rolled down slowly to reveal Nathaniel’s hypocritical expression. His eyes were crinkled up in a smile, as usual, hiding all the secrets deep within his heart.
I glanced at him briefly before deciding to ignore him. However, Nathaniel called out, “Scarlett, don’t you want to know what Ashton is doing now?”
Without warning, I felt the urge to grab his collar harshly so he could reveal his real colors. Alas, I had to hold back my anger.
Realizing I had made up my mind, Nathaniel ordered the chauffeur to open the door on the other side.
I stalked over and got into the car without hesitation.
Nathaniel brought me to the highest building opposite Fuller Corporation. We entered the elevator and went to the top floor.
Once the doors slid open, there was a path leading to a huge space. The decoration was simple—a glass table beside the table and a simple chandelier above it.
There were some elegant decoration items, exquisite Ustranasion cuisine, and red wine placed on the table. The bright and striking colors seemed like a utopia in the middle of a desert.
After dismissing his men, Nathaniel strode over to the table and took his seat. Lifting the wineglass, he swirled it gently while taking in its scent. He then took a sip of the wine and studied the sight of the busy city underneath him.
Ashton often did the same thing. However, he’d stand in front of the window and think of his plans silently without all the fancy stuff.
“It’s not time yet. Have a seat and drink some wine,” he ordered. Clearly, he assumed I’d obey his instruction to find out Ashton’s whereabouts.
Nevertheless, my patience was at its limit. Refusing to play along, I stood still and announced, “Don’t blame me for being rude before I see Ashton.”
Nathaniel paid no heed to my threat. He placed his wineglass on the table before pointing at the chair opposite him, gesturing for me to sit down.
His gaze was so confident that it came as a provocation to me.
Fine. Let’s see what he’s up to.
I went over and told and plonked down in the seat. My expression was grim as I demanded, “Okay, can you spill the truth now?”
Nathaniel’s lips curved into a strange grin. He propped his arms on the table and pointed at me in an authoritative manner. “I promise that’s the best viewing spot, Scarlett. You won’t regret it,” he said.
I wanted to tell him I had already regretted my decision. So to a strangely confident man like him, keeping me hanging and guessing gives him a sense of achievement?
I couldn’t help but adore Ashton more after learning that.
Folding my arms, I glared at him viciously. If someone else were here, it would seem like an interrogation where I was the interrogator.
However, we were the only ones here. As though he wanted to torment me slowly, Nathaniel started eating his steak slowly.
“Don’t tell me you’re trying to provoke me this way. When I lose control of my emotions and harm you, a bunch of police will rush upstairs to arrest me and lock me up. Am I right?” Perhaps I was too flustered, for I made a joke in a fit of exasperation.
Nathaniel burst into laughter at my joke. He wiped his lips with the napkin and commented, “You’re funny.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” I slammed on the table, on the verge of losing control. Glowering at him, I gritted my teeth and gave my last warning. “Compared to that, I’d rather find out where Ashton is!”
Leaning back, Nathaniel spread his hands. “As you wish.”
The sound of wheels rolling reverberated in the air. I looked up at the source of the sound and saw a rolled-up screen descending behind Nathaniel before unfolding into a screen.
