The words hit Natalie like a physical blow. She closed her eyes, trying to quell the rage rising in her chest.
“Check who’s been in my office recently.”
Luna hesitated. “Only Jerome.”
Natalie stormed out of the office. It all came back to her now. Jerome had destroyed her sketches, but he must have photographed them first.
Luna followed close behind, her voice cold. “I checked the security footage. He took pictures before he tore them up.”
Natalie’s eyes welled up with tears. For the past two years, she had put everything on hold to care for Sebastian, entrusting her company to Keith. If she hadn’t wasted that time, her business would have been thriving by now.
It was true what they said: men only slow you down.
Luna drove Natalie to find Jerome. He was at a garage, checking his race car.
He looked up and saw Natalie approaching, a storm cloud on her face. A look of disgust crossed his features. “Natalie, what are you doing here? I haven't even settled the score with you for what you did to Dad last night.”
Natalie marched up to him and slapped him hard across the face.
“What the hell, Natalie? Are you crazy? You think you can just hit me?” Jerome exploded, his handsome face twisting into an ugly, venomous snarl.


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