The music was approaching its final notes, the elegant rhythm slowing. Yet, the man never once broke his gaze from her, his eyes holding hers with a steady intensity every ti they faced each other.
As the final notes of the music faded, Natalie, realizing she was running out of ti, mumbled under her breath, "Justin?"
In that precise mont, the man gracefully twirled her away, sending her into a series of elegant spins. By the ti she stopped, the music had ended, and when she looked back to find him, he had vanished.
The lights in the hall flashed on, montarily blinding her as she squinted toward the exit. The mysterious man and his entourage were already making their way out.
She decided to follow him, but as Emcee announced, other couples flooded the centre of the hall and the music started.
’Damn!’ Knowing she wouldn’t be able to make it to the exit, Natalie hurried towards one of the balconies attached to the hall. Reaching it, her eyes imdiately locking onto the group of people below. She watched as luxury cars pulled up in front of the group.
Natalie, still filled with doubt, pulled out her cell phone and dialed Justin’s number. If it’s him, he’ll have his phone on him. The phone rang several tis before the call was finally answered.
"Ms. Natalie," Noah’s familiar voice greeted her.
"Where are you and where is Justin?" she asked, her eyes stuck to the man below and also wondering where Noah was. If this man was Justin, then Noah should be with him, but he was not.
"Ms Natalie, Mr Harper is busy but if there is any ergency I can let you talk to him."
"Yes. give him a phone," Natalie ordered and also watched a luxury car stop in front of that man and a bodyguard opened the door for him. ’It’s not Justin’s car.’
"Hmm?" She heard the familiar voice on the other side of the phone while at this mont the man she was watching had sat in the car.
’Am I mistaken. If this man is Justin, how can he answer ?’ "
Where are you," she asked anyway.
"Just finished so important matters. It ended early, so I’m heading back to our ho," Justin replied smoothly. "Why? Missing already?"
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Not exactly, just checking sothing."
"Or maybe you just miss ," he teased.
"My ass," she shot back.
"It’s beautiful to look at," she heard him chuckle softly.
Natalie’s eyes widened in shock. "You pervert!" She imdiately hung up and watched those cars drive away.
Seems like I was wrong. But why can’t I shake the feeling? And if it’s not Justin, who spends two billion just for a dance with ?
At that mont, Mia ca onto the balcony, her face full of playful curiosity. "My love, did one dance really make you chase after him? Feeling thrilled, aren’t you?"
Natalie sighed and shook her head. "Thrilled? Soone just dropped two billion like it was pocket change for a pointless dance. I’d rather beg him to invest that money in my company."
Mia considered it for a mont but then shrugged. "Honestly, seeing the looks of pure defeat and anger on the faces of Briena and that idiot Ivan, was worth losing two billion. And let’s not forget that slap—absolute perfection!"
"They’re not worth a single cent, let alone two billion," Natalie muttered, leaning against the balcony railing. "I wish I could march over to the charity gala organisers and demand fifty percent. I’m the reason they even got that money."
Mia chuckled. "So sad, but rules are rules. You can’t." Then she turned serious, "Okay, so who was that masked man?"
Natalie shrugged. "I have no idea."
Mia stared at her for a while before speaking. "How is it that you have all these mysterious n showing up in your life? One marries you, another agrees to play your fake husband, and now this guy drops billions for a dance. What kind of secret life are you living, Nat?" Mia teased. "Honestly, mysterious n seem like a lot more fun than the ones we actually know."
This reminded Natalie sothing and she asked, "Why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be dancing with the guy who spent three hundred million on you?"
"Hah! Let him dream. Just because he bid doesn’t an I’m obligated to dance with him. He can find soone else."
Natalie grinned. "Fair enough. I’m exhausted. Should we call it a night? You’ve got plenty of material to show your grandma now."
"Yeah, let’s get out of here before any more ’mysterious n’ in your life show up," Mia joked, linking her arm with Natalie’s.
Just as Natalie and Mia were about to leave the balcony, Ivan stord in, his eyes locked on Natalie. "Who was that man?" he demanded.
Natalie barely glanced at him as she replied curtly, "I don’t know," and continued moving forward, pulling Mia with her. She had no intention of wasting her breath on him.
"That man spent two billion on you, and you don’t know him?" Ivan’s voice dripped with mockery. "How many n have you been with behind my back?"
Mia stopped abruptly, "Ivan Brown, watch your—"
Natalie squeezed Mia’s hand, silently telling her to stop.
She turned to Ivan, her expression calm but icy. "If you had asked any valid questions to on our wedding day, I would have answered anything. But that ti has passed. We have nothing to do with each other, and I am no longer obligated to explain anything to you," Natalie finished.
"You betrayed , and you think you’re not obligated to answer?" Ivan shot back, disbelief and anger flashing across his face.
"Betrayed you?" Natalie repeated, her voice cold. "Yes, I did. So, what now? Do you want to beg for your forgiveness?"
"You should," He spat out.
Natalie’s smirk deepened, her eyes narrowing. "And then what? You’ll leave your pretty fiancée and co back to the ’scandalous’ woman like ?"
Ivan seed taken aback, unable to find a response.
Natalie, seeing his stunned silence, continued, "Instead of sticking your nose in my business, you should go back and comfort your fiancée. She must be crying over how miserably she failed tonight."
Without waiting for a reply, she turned her back on him, leaving him standing there, speechless.
Mia offered him smirk and caught up to Natalie. "That was aweso, Nat."
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