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   Chapter 8 Weep Mr Nathan

The wife By Harmonicquill Characters: 7412

Updated: 2019-08-13 21:12

"Fear a woman with a purpose or just an intent."

Claire roughly snatched the paper from the man's hand.

"Yes! Yes! He has to see this."

Claire mumbled to herself. She needed to give this to Nathan as soon as possible.

The paper-man stopped her right where she was.

His eyes were somewhat bloodshot and his eyeballs preyed on her.

"What!?" Claire asked, puzzled.

"The papers Miss Adriana wanted you to get signed?"

Claire was speechless. This was also part of that Bi*ch's plan.

How could she be so dumb?

"You know of this too?" It was more of a surprise than a shock.

The man nodded, not interested in the conversation one bit as his eyes searched the table for the papers.

"Where are they?!" The man demanded, now in an angry tone.

Claire was just dumb. Every piece of puzzle was slowly coming together, or least how she could see it.

The old paper-man was said to have retired, she could sense why now. Adriana had probably planned all these from the start. It made Claire wonder if she was planning all this alone.

" The papers Miss! Your nephew is depending on you."

The mention of her nephew brought Claire back to harsh reality.

She reached for the paper which she had securely hidden under her dress. The man stretched his hand to receive the parcel but Claire drew back the paper.

"You don't have to this Mister. Help me and I'll make sure you receive a reward, you won't go to jail, I guarantee..."

Claire stopped speaking when the man burst into a snicker.

Why was he mocking her?

The man straightened his expression then spoke, "Most of us aren't after the money. We are loyal to the  Romero household."

"Why?!" Claire screeched.

They all seemed to have something against Nathan but there had to be something.

The man snatched the paper from her hands and answered, "This company is built on the suffering, ideas, and deaths of many. We are only doing the right thing, Miss Claire."

Were they right?

Did she not know Nathan?

Claire dwelled on the thought and watched the spy/collector leaving.

"My nephew?"

"Your nephew has been dropped at your house. Adriana doesn't back down on her promise, Sweet child. We had fun."


By this time, Miranda and the maid were already within close proximity.

"I am Adriana Romero COO of Transcorp and your biggest nightmare."

"What!", Miranda blurted, a cracker in her mouth scattering to the floor.

"Well, I have nothing to say to you then Get out!"

Nathan then reached out for Adriana's hand but she smacked them off.

Nathan was bewildered. She was courageous for a trespasser.

"I will be going nowhere!"Adriana retorted.

"I'll call the police." Nathan threatened, dialing a number almost immediately.

"In my house?"

Nathan's phone dropped, the elegant black screen shattering.


"Yes! This is my house Mr Nathan and only me says who will be thrown out as well as your company."

All jaws dropped. They couldn't take it.

"W—hat do yo—u me—an?" Nathan stuttered.

Adriana walked up to him and placed her lips near his erect right ear, resisting the overpowering urge to bite them off.

"It means I own you, Nathan!"

Nathan's shoulders dropped. His hands clenched into a fist then the inevitable happened.


Nathan could not believe what he just did, his hands still rested on Adriana's stung cheeks.


Adriana returns the favor. Hers more wicked than his.

Small drops of tears slid down Nathan's face to the tiled floor.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Tower" She retorted.

Nathan didn't know why the mention of Tower sounded familiar but it did and it symphonized with Romero.

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