eart of a devil, yet no method seemed to penetrate his armor.
million for one night what said,â
flash smile and said, âIf youâre considering a arrangement, I might be able to cut you deal, hundred million for an commitment Eighteen hundred million How does that sound
Audrey had walked away with nearly eighteen hundred million before.
she spoke large began to tumble uncontrollably down her cheeks.
Brian stared at . After a long pause he let go of her hand and released her.
Natalie the pristine white for few seconds before continuing, âMr. Howard, if you find me too soiled tastes, perhaps consider earlier proposal. But for someone of your statureâ¦â
Next week, come to my office to sign the contract Brian cut her off coldly, without waiting for her to finish. With , he stood and left the room without looking back.
Natalie shot from the bed staring in the direction had left stunned.
He couldnât be serious, could he?!
Natalie got out of bed a little after eight, still groggy, and made her way downstairs, planning to grab a breakfast bagel from the diner the street.
Just as she stepped out of her apartment building, she caught a glimpse of a little tyke in a school uniform, squatting by the side of the road.
She thought she was seeing things and took another careful look at the child.
Their gazes met, and the kidâs smile was so wide that nearly reached his ears. He got up and headed towards her with little and hurried steps.
Natalie stepped back in alarm and looked around quickly, but there was no sign of any Howard family members or their cars nearby!
âWhereâs your family?â she asked, blocking the boyâs attempt to hug her, furrowing her brows.
âIâm going to preschool by myself,â Nate replied, somewhat excitedly and stammering, his small eyes shining brightly at Natalie.
Natalie borrowed Rosieâs car and checked the rearview mirror several times, glancing at the small figure in the backseat.
She didnât know how to contact the Howard family, and Nate claimed he didnât know his parentsâ phone numbers either, insisting that Natalie take him to preschool.
He couldnât remember his parentsâ numbers, but he remembered the name of his preschool quite clearly.
âHow did you manage to wander away from the nanny?â Natalie finally asked after a long silence.
âThe nanny was shopping,â Nate said with innocent eyes, batting his long eyelashes that looked like little fans, so much like
Brianâs.
Natalie averted her gaze, feeling somewhat troubled. The preschool was not far from Natalieâs apartment, just a couple of streets over. With traffic lights included, it was less than a tenâminute drive. Natalie parked the car, opened the door, and let the
little one out.
Nate stood on the back seat and suddenly reached out, clinging to Natalie, his tiny arms wrapping tightly around her neck.
Caught off guard by his embrace, Natalie was hit by the faint scent of baby lotion mixed with the deeper and muskier scent she recognized as Brianâs.
She paused for a few seconds before putting Nate down on the ground and whispered, âGo to school now, your teacher is waiting.â
But Nate looked up at her, nearly jumping up and down in urgency. He clutched the hem of her clothes and looked like he was about to cry tears gathering in his eyes.
âLady, will you come pick up me after school?â
Natalie, unsure why the child was so insistent on her, frowned slightly and nodded noncommittally, âOkay, make sure you play nice with the other kids, boyâ
âI donât like playing with the other kids,â Nate muttered sullenly, pouting and kicking a small stone by his feet.
âWhy not?â Natalie asked, squatting down and gently pinching his chubby cheek..