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Chapter 308
Underneath the Twin Towers, Isabella was having a tough conversation with the receptionist for the umpteenth time without success. She stomped her foot in frustration, “I’m an artist with Starlight Medial Why can’t I go upstairs?
Sorry, Ms. Taylor, only individuals with a Twin Towers employee pass are allowed to enter the building.”
“Then why did Xanthea get to go in just now?”
The receptionist remained silent, offering no response to her query.
The CEO’s assistant had instructed that if Ms. Nightshade came looking for the CEO, she could take the express elevator straight to the 66th floor.
“Is Mr. Lockwood available?”
can’t disclose that information.
ion. If you need to see the CEO
I to see the CEO, you should contact Cedric for an appointment.”
Pleage, can’t you make an exception? I really have an urgent matter.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.
Isabella had secretly followed Xanthea to the Twin Towers, her heart heavy as she watched Xanthea looking utterly devastated in tears, as if pushed to the brink of despair. She feared Xanthea might do something drastic.
Now, being blocked in the lobby, her phone drenched and unusable from the rain, she couldn’t reach anyone. What should she do?
As she anxiously wondered what to do, she noticed a phone on the reception desk,
“May I use the phone, please?”
“Sure.”
Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number she had committed to heart years ago.
“Hello?”
A few seconds later, a crisp and clear voice came from the other end of the line Isabella heard it and her voice trembled with nervousness, “Hello, Mr. Nightshade, it’s Isabella…..”
“Boom!”
A clap of thunder accompanied by a fierce flash of lightning, suddenly illuminated the spacious office through the floor-to–ceiling windows, revealing the man’s contorted yet handsome face on the sofa.
His jet–black brows were damp with sweat, beads of which trickled down from the
o comers traces–and slid slowly down his chiseled face, vanishing into his pure black silk shirt.
of his eyes–marked with deep red
Outside, the storm raged on and the deafening sound of thunder seemed to last forever so long that night had fallen and dark clouds covered the entire city.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
A series of urgent knocks sounded at the door, followed by Cedric’s voice, “Sit Mr. Samuel Nightshade is here. Ms. Nightshade.”
Mr. Samuel Nightshade?
That was Samuel?!
Xanthea snapped out of her dazed and confused state, frantically patting the man.
“Orion, Ori, don’t. Samuel’s here!”
“Samuel’s here.”
Her attempts to break free were futile against his firm grip.
He says he’s looking for
Orion opened his blood–red eyes and bit down on her soft, smooth neck, holding her like a wolf with a whimpering fax in its jaws. His gaze was fierce and predatory, “Samuel?”
“Yes, Cedric’s knocking outside. He might come in any moment now. Let me go, or we’ll be caught!”
Her fear of being discovered made him even more relentless; his dark pupils became ominously intense, “Are you afraid your family will find out about us? How about I just hold you like this when we meet Samuel?”
Xanthea was shocked, her jaw nearly dropped,
What nonsense was he spouting? Had he lost his mind?
Or was he Jealous?
After all, Matthew had always visited the Nightshade family home as he pleased, while she kept Orion hidden away. He must be thinking along those lines, this ridiculously jealous man!