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“Don't worry. I know what to do,” Natalie assured Shane.
After breakfast, she headed out.
Golden Era Club was located in the city's north. If she dallied any longer, she wouldn't reach there by 10 a.m.
There was no telling what the man would do if she were to arrive late.
At that thought, Natalie sped up and finally arrived at Golden Era Club at 9.50 a.m.
The moment she stepped in, a server came to her. “Are you Ms. Smith?”
Natalie was stunned, but she quickly regained her composure and nodded. “Yes.”
“Mr. Sean is waiting for you in room 202. Please come with me.” The server signaled for Natalie to follow her.
Natalie followed behind her.
At the door, the server suddenly stopped her. “Ms. Smith, I'm afraid your bodyguards can't follow you in.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNatalie knew her bodyguards were too ostentatious for Sean to let them in. Calmly, she nodded in response.
“Wait for me at the door,” she turned and told the bodyguards.
“Yes, Madam!” they replied in unison.
Natalie glanced at the server. “Done.”
“Alright. One last thing,” the server said with a polite smile.
Natalie frowned. “What is it?”
“I need to search your body to prevent you from bringing any electronic devices that could leak our client's
privacy.” The server whipped out a metal detector and scanned Natalie's body.
After confirming Natalie had none of those, she opened the door and said with a grin, “Ms. Smith, this way, please!”
Natalie glanced at her briefly before walking into the room.
The room was dark, and classical music was playing. Sean, seated on a couch, was swirling a wineglass in his hand
lazily with his eyes closed.
“Mr. Sean,” Natalie came to a stop behind his couch and greeted him.
The man stopped swirling his wineglass and opened his eyes slowly.
He wasn't wearing glasses, so his gaze was sharper than ever. It was like having a deadly viper targeting you.
Natalie immediately looked away.
Sean chuckled and glanced at his watch. “It's 9.58 a.m. Not bad. You aren't late.”
Natalie said nothing.
Patting the empty space next to him, Sean invited her to take a seat. “Why are you standing there? Come, have a
seat.”
“Thank you, Mr. Sean.” Natalie thanked him before walking toward the couch.
Instead of sitting where he indicated, she went to a single couch across from him so she could keep a distance from
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhim.
Sean noticed her action but took no notice of it. He finished his wine and placed the wineglass on the table. “What's
with your bodyguards? Clearly, they are from Thompson Group's security department. Without Shane's approval,
they can't leave the company. Does Shane know about our meeting?”
He stared straight at her.
Calmly, Natalie met his gaze. “I don't know. I told him I'm going to meet a difficult client, so he sent two bodyguards
to protect me. They are outside and can't see you. Don't worry.”
She was evidently calling him difficult indirectly. Instead of flying into a fit of rage, Sean's lips curved into a smirk.
He seemed extremely pleased. “I trust you, Nat. I know you dare not lie to me for the consequences are too much
for you to bear.”
Natalie's gaze shifted downward quietly.
Sean poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Natalie.
Natalie didn't want to accept it, but she still took it out of courtesy. After they clinked glasses, she pressed her lips to
the glass and pretended to take a sip when she didn't. “Mr. Sean, if you have questions, go ahead and ask them.”
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