Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1323 Being Wealthy and Powerful is Different The door to the private suite suddenly burst open as a group of wealthy patrons attempted to enter. What they witnessed was Nathan in the midst of tearing someone's dress Betty's back was to them, her face unseen, leading them to assshe was merely one of the Sky Gallery's hostesses.

"Mr. White, enjoying yourself, I see," one called out.

"What kind of girl has captured the great Mr. White's attention?" another teased.

The group continued their banter, completely missing how thunderous Nathan's expression had become.

In one swift motion, Nathan removed his suit jacket and draped it over Betty's shoulders, then roared at the intruders, "Get out! All of you, get out! Now!" Terrified by his fury, they scattered like frightened animals.

Nathan slammed the door shut, his chest heaving with rage. "My people are already investigating the matter. We'll have results by tonight at the latest. Lettake you home." Betty stood silently, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. She blinked rapidly, looking upward to force them back, then turned to him with a forced smile.

"Mr. White, so powerful," she said mockingly. "Money and influence really do make a difference. With your commanding presence, how could I ever have mistaken you for a delivery man? How blind I was." The unspoken thought hung in the air: how foolish she had been, deceived by his delivery man persona, naively giving herself to him.

Nathan stood by the door, feeling as if countless blades were piercing his heart. He opened it slightly to let fresh air circulate through the suffocating atmosphere of the room.

"I'll take you home," he repeated.

Betty lowered her gaze and followed him quietly.

Outside Sky Gallery, she moved toward her own car.

"Mr. White, that won't be necessary. I need to return to the film set tonight." Nathan felt a hollowness inside him. "Don't you want to know the truth about Paul?" he pressed. "My associates are helping with the investigation. With both the Perez and White families involved, we should have answers before dawn." After considering for a moment, Betty stepped away from her car.

She said, "Then I'll go to White Villa and wait for the results there." Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! Nathan tensed, his grip tightening on the car door. He hadn't been staying at White Villa recently, but rather in the apartment where Betty had once lived with her parents. He couldn't bring himself to tell her this her parents remained her deepest wound, her most painful memory.

"Very well," he said, opening the passenger door for her.

Betty got in, and Nathan took the driver's seat, steering toward White Villa.

The mansion now housed only servants nearly every member of the White family had been sent away by Nathan. Sitting in the grand living room, Betty felt an oppressive stillness, a cold that seemed to penetrate to the bone.

She remained motionless on the sofa as Nathan disappeared into the kitchen. The sound of running water reached her ears. Ten minutes later, he emerged with a plate of unevenly cut fruit and thoughtfully provided toothpicks, placing them before her.

Betty glanced at the offering without appetite, but politely murmured, "Thank you." She took out her phone and began scrolling through news, avoiding further conversation.

Nathan sat quietly beside her, both waiting for information from outside.

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Meanwhile, Paul-who had received rigorous training-had managed to jump from the carljust before impact. However, the shockwave from another vehicle crashing down had thrown him into a nearby lake, rendering him unconscious.

He had regained consciousness briefly, attempting to swim to shore, but exhaustion overchim and he e passed out again. Fortunately, during his periods of unconsciousness, his head remained above water, allowing him to float. After drifting for an unknown duration, he was spotted by passengers on a passing boat.

Someone hurried to report to a man in a black shirt. "Mr. Perez, there appears to be a person floating in the river."

Walter Perez, examining a chessboard, looked up. His fingers were unnaturally white, as though they'd never seen sunlight. His entire NO frwas thin and pale the very picture of ill health. "Dead bodies are common. Not my concern," he replied dismissively.

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