Chapter 95
Noah’s POV:
“Mr. Noah,” Simon greeted. “How can I help you?”
“Simon,” I began, pacing again. “I need you to go to Samuel’s house. Now.”
“Samuel’s house?” Simon asked, confused. “Is something wrong?”
“He hasn’t been answering my calls for some days now.” I replied. “I want you to check on him and let me know if he’s alright.”
“I don’t understand, Sir.” He countered. “A few days ago, Samuel said that he was going on a leave for a few days to take care of his wife and he had already discussed everything with you. How is it now that you are unaware of his whereabouts?” Simon inquired.
“I suspected that to be his reason for being unavailable. But now that you’ve just confirmed that he lied, I am starting to think that things aren’t the way it seems.” I replied. “Just do as I said, go to Samuel’s house and check up on him. Then I will know what to do next.”
“Understood, sir. I’ll head there immediately.”
“Good. And Simon.” I added. “Be discreet. If something’s wrong, I don’t want word getting out just yet.”
“Of course, sir.”
After ending the call with Simon, I tossed my phone onto the desk and ran a hand through my hair.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it quickly, hoping for it to be Mirabelle, but I saw that it was a message from Gary.
Gary: “I found something strange on our private investigator site.”
Underneath, there was a file attached.
“What the hell now?” I muttered, opening the file.
It was a document gotten from a private investigation done on me. The file detailed my business dealings over the years, scandals (all clean), and even personal relationships. Everything about my private life was in there, including my past with Natasha.
“This… this isn’t normal.” I muttered.
I called Gary immediately. He picked up on the first ring.
“Gary, what the hell is this?” I demanded.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Gary said. “This file was uploaded recently. Someone hired a private investigator to look into you.”
“Do you know who?” I asked, my grip on the phone tightening.
“Not yet.” Gary admitted. “But I’ll find out soon. This is fresh, which means whoever did this hasn’t had time to cover their tracks.”
“Good.” I said through gritted teeth. “Find out who’s behind this and why. And Gary-”
“Yes, sir?”
“Make sure this doesn’t go public. Find a way to take it down from the site.”
“Understood, Mr. Noah. I’ll handle it.”
Then I hung up.
Someone is watching me.
Someone suspects me.
But who?
The Chinese government?
Or maybe it’s Natasha? No, she was reckless, but this felt….
Natasha’s POV:
The music was blaring, vibrating through the walls of the suite. My voice rose above it, loud and carefree. I swayed to the rhythm, spinning in front of the floor-length mirror in nothing but black lace lingerie. The cigarette in my right hand trailed smoke in lazy spirals while the bottle of champagne in my left hand sloshed with every move.
The speaker was dialed up to its maximum, and I sang out the lyrics with a wide smile: “I can buy myself flowers… Write my name in the sand…”
My hips swayed seductively. The bass thumped through my veins as I flipped my hair and turned, my feet carrying me across the plush carpet.
A grin stretched across my face. “Talk to myself for hours… Say things you don’t understand…”
The champagne bottle found my lips, and I took a long swig, the bubbles dancing on my tongue. The liquid was doing its job; I felt alive. Invincible. And powerful.
“I can take myself dancing… And I can hold my own hand…”
My free hand ran down my body, tracing the curve of my waist. The cigarette dangled between my fingers as I raised it for another drag, exhaling slowly, letting the smoke swirl around me.
“Yeah, I can love me better than you can.”
I laughed, spinning on my heel, my head thrown back. The irony of the song wasn’t lost on me. Noah can shove his
love for Mirabelle down his throat.
I am Natasha Banks, and I don’t need anyone. Certainly not a man to validate me. But I won’t lose to someone as worthless as Mirabelle. I will definitely steal him away, and if I can’t….
Then I will ruin him as well.
“Can love me better… I can love me better, baby…”
As the last line left my lips, a loud knock shattered my mood. My movements froze mid-step. Slowly, I turned toward the door, a cigarette perched on my lips.
My brows furrowed. Who dared to interrupt my moment?
The knocking continued, more insistent this time. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and made my way to the speaker. My fingers hovered over the pause button before pressing it, sending the room into an abrupt silence.
The knocking persisted.
“Coming!” I called out, my voice was filled with irritation.
I strutted to the door, not bothering to cover up. The lingerie was my armor, after all. I unlocked it and swung it open, only to be met by a tall, impeccably dressed man. His uniform and name tag gave him away as hotel staff. His features were sharp, his jawline chiseled, and his dark eyes made my pussy tingle.
“What do you want, darling?” I asked, a coy smile spreading across my lips.
He cleared his throat, his gaze briefly darting to my attire before quickly looking away. “Good day, Ma’am. We received a report from the occupants of the rooms beside and opposite yours. They’ve complained about the volume of your music. I’m here to ask if you could kindly turn it down.”
“Umm…” I tapped my chin playfully, leaning against the doorframe. “On one condition.”
His brows furrowed slightly. “What condition, Ma’am?”
“I want you to help me make some other noise.” My smile widened into a devilish grin.