Half an hour later, Connor finished his routine patrol, leaving the other bodyguards to continue guarding the periter of Harry Hunter’s villa, while he went ho for a al.
The dining table was set with porridge and a few simple dishes. Natalie Niles, dressed neatly, sat at the table waiting for him.
Connor felt for a mont that this was what married life would be like.
He sat down, took a sip of the porridge, and then asked, "You’re not drugging , are you?"
Natalie took the bowl from his hand and drank two sips. "Does this prove anything?"
"Not necessarily; you’re ruthless enough to scam even yourself."
Anyway, Connor couldn’t casually throw thirty million for others to spend.
"Johan will be coming down shortly to drink this porridge too; I won’t drug him."
"Not necessarily; you’re ruthless enough to collide with your own brother."
Natalie laughed in annoyance, "I got up early to make you breakfast; shouldn’t you at least say thank you to first?"
"Thank you."
"That’s more like it."
"But that doesn’t stop from suspecting you."
Natalie sighed; she’s done so many bad things that even when she does sothing good, no one believes it.
Indeed, she’s still suited to being a villain!
"Natalie, you can’t live here. I know what you’re thinking. Stay away from the Young Master; otherwise, it’s as good as asking to die."
"When did I get close to him? I’m actually cozying up to Mr. Price, aren’t I?"
"Getting close to won’t work either, because apart from the Young Madam, I’m the person closest to the Young Master. You can’t use ."
Natalie was surprised; Emtt Price actually had a brain! Not an easy feat!
Could it be that she’s used so many tactics that it’s raised Connor’s IQ?
She smiled at Connor, "You’re overthinking it. I just fancy you; otherwise, I wouldn’t ask to marry you!"
Connor reached out and knocked her on the head, "That smile is so fake; stop pretending!"
Johan Niles had just co downstairs and saw this scene, shouting imdiately, "Emtt Price, what’s wrong with you, hitting my sister on the head again?"
Connor was speechless; the light bulb’s timing was indeed impeccable!
He reached out to Johan, "Give back my house key!"
"Why?"
"You’re not allowed to co here anymore!"
"Uh... well... I lost the key."
"You barged into my house at midnight last night, and now you’re telling the key is lost?"
"It was... just lost this morning."
Connor rubbed his forehead, "Why is there such a big difference between you twin siblings? Your sister is smart enough to be a genius, and you’re dumb enough to be a pig. You can’t even lie properly."
"We’re fraternal twins, not identical twins. Personality, appearance, and intelligence are different from identical twins; having a difference is normal, you dical novice!"
Johan said this and sat beside his sister, pulling her into his arms with a proud look, "The chance of fraternal twins is only one in a thousand; we are very lucky!"
Natalie leaned her head on his shoulder, laughing gently. Her brother is truly foolish, yet he feels lucky to be siblings with soone like her!
"Johan, do you want so porridge? I made it."
"Sure, I’ll have so!"
Johan released her, served himself a bowl of porridge, drank two sips, then turned and asked, "Sis, you didn’t drug , right? I heard you even put laxatives in the pears you gave Connor? I lost a lot of dicine; did you steal them? When will you return them?"
Natalie was in stitches, hardly knowing whether to laugh or cry!
They’ve grown vigilant!
No one believes her anymore!
She’s dug herself a huge hole!
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