"Then why are you driving me away?"
"The Young Madam is about to come out. You're not allowed to meet her!"
"Oh."
Natalie Niles released her grip, watching the elevator doors slowly close, her gaze becoming indifferent.
Whenever she encountered Isabella Weaver, she never won once.
As far as she knew, even Cherry Lewis, who was once arrogantly unstoppable, lost miserably.
After leaving the elevator, Natalie didn't leave.
She found a tall tree, climbed up effortlessly, and lay on a branch, looking at the ground.
Ten minutes later, she saw Harry Hunter walking out of the hotel lobby.
Though the distance blurred Harry's features, one could still sense his remarkable aristocratic aura.
This outstanding man first attracted her with his extraordinary demeanor.
He held his young wife by the waist, almost carrying her in his arms as they walked. Even from afar, Natalie could feel his intense yet restrained affection.
