Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 118
Natalia’s lips were a tight line as she faced the man before her. She could still
hear Alden’s words in her head. Orpheus had been reprimanded by Hamilton for
meddling in business that wasn't his to meddle with.
So, now, she instinctively gave this man a wide berth.
“Sorry, I've got to run.”
With that, she sidestepped Orpheus and headed straight for the private room.
Orpheus didn’t stop her. He just watched until she disappeared inside the room,
then a cold smirk flashed across his otherwise fierce face.
“Go, pick the best-looking escort we've got and make sure he takes good care of
that lady tonight.”
The man beside him hesitated and asked, “Boss, who is she?”
Orpheus let out a chilling laugh, “Hamilton’s woman. I want to see what happens
when she cheats on him.”
His eyes gleamed with malice. He also wanted to test if Hamilton was really as
untouchable as he seemed.
No sooner had Natalia entered the private room than she was met with a
cacophony of howls and laughter.
Tess, the carefree spirit at work, had dressed to kill tonight. Spotting Natalia, she
was the first
to rush over.
“Boss, you finally made it! What took you so long?”
Natalia chuckled, “You're the ones who are early. If only you were this eager at
work, I'd give you bonuses every month.”
Tess stuck out her tongue playfully, then glanced behind Natalia and asked, “Did
you really come alone?”
Natalia didn’t reply, just walked further into the room.
Tess followed and said, “We all brought our other halves tonight, and here you
are, solo. It's kinda awkward. Should I call a friend over for you? You could meet
someone new.”
Natalia smiled, “Tess, no more jokes. I'm just here for a bit and then I'm gone.
You guys have fun.”
Tess wanted to hook Natalia up; it seemed a crime for such a stunning woman to
be single. But Natalia’s attitude left her no choice but to let it go.
Once Tess left, Natalia found a corner and sat down. She was about to grab a
drink when the
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door opened and a stranger walked in. Guided by a server, he headed straight
for Natalia. She frowned deeply, but before she could speak, he sat down beside
her.
Silence fell over the room.
All eyes were on Natalia.
Her expression soured as she asked, “Can I help you?”
The young man looked hardly over twenty, clean—cut and rather handsome.
“I'm your company for the evening,” he said with a smile.
Natalia’s face grew darker as she asked, “Who sent you?”
“Our boss, Mr. Fowler.”
She paused, then frowned, “Which Mr. Fowler? Hamilton or Orpheus?”
The young man’s smile was disarming as he said, “Come on, like I'd ever get to
meet Hamilton. It's Orpheus, of course.”
Natalia felt a headache coming on. She thought she’d just been a blip on
Orpheus’s radar. Yet here he was, remembering her and setting this up.
“I don't need company. Go back.”
But the young man wouldn’t budge.
“Is it something I did? Just tell me, and I can change.”
Natalia’s patience was wearing thin.
Tess sent a flirty look her way. “I hear these guys are all packing. Why not keep
him? It's not like you've got someone else.,
Natalia’s frown deepened. She stood up and headed out.
The young man followed.
“Don't go, I'll be sad,” he pleaded.
Natalia didn’t stop. She left the room and found herself looking into a pair of
familiar eyes.
Hamilton was lounging at the other end of the hallway, exuding casual elegance
in a black shirt tucked into tailored pants. Despite his seemingly bad mood, his
aristocratic aura was undeniable.
And beside him, a young girl, probably in her twenties, looked up at him like a
delicate jasmine flower.
Natalia didn’t expect Hamilton to be here. He was a regular at Royal Club, not
this establishment run by Orpheus.
Yet, tonight of all nights, he was here. And she had walked right into this mess.
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Hamilton's gaze was indifferent as it fell first on Natalia and then on the young
man by her side. Victor chuckled, “Ms. Jenkins, what a coincidence.”
Natalia looked away, ignoring him, and continued toward the front desk.
Victor's voice was taunting, “What's the rush, Ms. Jenkins? Heading to a room
with your new friend? Or are you afraid Hamilton will find out what kind of woman
you really are?”
Hamilton took a drag from his cigarette, his lazy eyes settling once again on
Natalia.
It happened in a flash, a shiver crawling down Natalia’s spine.
But Hamilton said nothing, simply turning on his heel to enter the VIP lounge
behind him.
Victor lingered a few seconds before speaking. “Ms. Jenkins, hope you're having
a blast.”
Natalia’s lips twitched slightly. In the end, she headed for the bar.
The young guy was still tailing her.
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Natalia took a deep breath and asked, “Would you zip it, please?”
With that, she reached the bar. She was about to say something when she was
suddenly intercepted.
Natalia recognized the man. He was Hamilton's bodyguard.
With her mouth set in a thin line, she faced the man before her.
The bodyguard nodded at her and said, “Ms. Jenkins, Mr. Fowler would like a
word with you.”
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The bodyguard, however, showed no signs of letting her leave. “Ms. Jenkins, Mr.
Fowler is waiting for you.”
It was clear, she wasn’t going anywhere unless it was to see Fowler.
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inhaled deeply and made her way to
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The bodyguard gave him a shove and said, “You too.”
Natalia, accompanied by the young man, entered the lounge.
As soon as they stepped in, they saw Hamilton sprawled on the central sofa, his
black shirt unbuttoned at the top.
What should have been a roland air
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impassive face, and suddenly, he let out a mocking laugh.
“Ms. Jenkins, looks like you're living it up tonight.”