Mr. Harrison, Wake Up—Your Wife's Gone novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Nathan didn’t say much more, just pushed the case containing the tanzanite deeper into the car.

The tanzanite–he wasn’t giving it to Vivian.

That’s why he’d bid on the pigeon blood ruby pendant.

By giving Vivian the pendant, he only needed a lame excuse to keep the tanzanite.

But even now, Nathan couldn’t figure out why he needed an excuse at all.

He’d never needed reasons for anything before.

Meanwhile, Amelia had gotten off the helicopter and was now in a Maybach heading back to the hospital.

The car glided smoothly as she curled up in the back seat.

“How you feeling? Okay?” Louie asked worriedly.

Amelia just shook her head slightly to show she was fine, staring out at the streets.

One charity gala had completely drained her mentally. The psychological exhaustion was worse than her physical weakness.

Night had fallen hard.

Strong winds whipped cotton fluff from the street trees, spiraling it up like mini tornadoes.

When was the last time she’d been this mentally wrecked?

Probably four years ago in Seattle.

On that ocean liner, during that double no–limit war, amid all the booze and schmoozing, someone had gripped her hand tight, raising paddle after

paddle.

While others wavered, he’d orchestrated a bidding war between two other players.

Watching them fight until they were red–faced under his invisible manipulation, easily torching half a city’s worth of wealth, he’d held her hand and whispered:

“Amelia, in business, letting emotions take over is death–just like them right now.”

That year they’d worked together, coordinating multiple parties to trigger that double no–limit battle, bleeding their target’s funds early so they could more easily grab their real prize.

Finally, clutching their winnings as they boarded the speedboat that came to extract them, watching the massive liner descend into chaos, she’d stood right beside him.

The wind on deck that night had been brutal, but he’d shielded her from most of it.

He’d said he wouldn’t throw the word “love” around easily, but she was part of his future plans.

Back then, she’d thought those were the most beautiful words ever.

She’d also believed that real love meant two equals working hand in hand, so he’d tried just as hard.

But then…

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Amelia closed her eyes.

Then Vivian showed up.

Next to her, Louie told the driver to be careful, then scrolled through his phone.

The more he read, the more pissed he got.

Amelia picked up on his mood and turned: “What’s wrong?”

Louie didn’t want to say.

But Amelia just stared at him.

Finally, he realized that even if he didn’t tell her, with all the online spin happening, she’d find out soon enough anyway.

So he handed her his phone.

Amelia took it and scrolled through the bullshit.

Beside her, Louie’s face was twisted with rage: “What the hell is this garbage online!”

“Shouldn’t they be praising you for having the balls to challenge Nathan’s no–limit bid and actually holding your own psychologically? Why is it all Vivian worship?”

“And there are rumors you’re a donation fraud?”

“That’s fucking insane! That tanzanite was yours–you definitely put in way more than Vivian. If anyone’s freeloading, it’s her!”

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