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Chapter 121

Autor: Anney GW
last update Última actualización: 2025-08-05 18:15:03

ANTHONY’S POV

She arrived unannounced.

The knock at the door was chipper, casual, like it was someone I was already expecting.

Mark opened it. I heard the pause, the familiar register of her voice. By the time I walked out of the back room, she was already inside, already sitting on the arm of one of the chairs like she owned the damn place.

“Natalie,” I said flatly.

She smiled like we were old friends. “Anthony! London suits you.”

I didn’t answer. I just looked at Mark.

He shrugged lightly, a silent apology. “She wouldn’t leave.”

Of course, she wouldn’t.

She crossed one leg over the other, laptop under one arm, her whole posture suggesting confidence she hadn’t earned.

“I came to help,” she said brightly.

“With what?”

“Harvest Bloom. Zenith. You’re clearly stuck. You approached it the right way, now it’s time to twist some arms!”

“We’re not twisting arms,” I said firmly.

“Well, if it comes to that…”

“It’s not coming to anything, Nat, I don’t want you working on Zenith, it’s my pr
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