Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 87: I Won’t Be Able to Stop Myself from Killing You First, Then Dying!
"What did you say?"
Natalie Kendall instinctively tightened her grip on her phone, "Who are you? What do you mean? You..."
"Nat."
At that moment, the door was pushed open.
Julian Beckett saw Natalie Kendall holding her phone, her face full of urgency and anger, and walked in asking, "Nat, what’s going on? Whose call was it?"
The call was abruptly disconnected when the voice on the other side heard him.
Natalie Kendall quickly brought the phone to her eyes, found it had hung up, and immediately dialed back.
The first time, it went through, but no one answered.
The second time, it was directly turned off.
"Nat, what happened?"
Julian Beckett, seeing her strange reaction, frowned and held her shoulder, "What is it?"
Natalie Kendall didn’t know how to explain.
After all, the other party hadn’t said anything clear.
Moreover, her intuition told her not to let her big brother know for now.
She didn’t even know why she had that intuition.
So she just followed her hunch.
"Nothing, it was a wrong number call."
"A wrong number call?"
"Yeah, nothing." She put down her phone and asked, "Brother, what did you want to talk about?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
"It’s time to eat." Julian Beckett didn’t press further, "Let’s go down. Mom and Dad are waiting for you."
Natalie Kendall intended to say she wasn’t hungry and wouldn’t eat, but in the end, she followed her brother downstairs.
At the dining table.
Matthew Beckett mentioned she should accompany him to a dinner party the next night.
"Some important shareholders and executives from the Beckett Group will be there. Since you’re now the person in charge, it’s good to foster a relationship with them."
Natalie Kendall put down her chopsticks and said, "Understood."
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The next evening, Natalie Kendall left the house with Matthew Beckett.
This dinner was, essentially, about ingratiating themselves.
After all, in the eyes of those shareholders and executives, she was just an incapable girl.
"Boring, aren’t they?"
A young man around Natalie Kendall’s age, the son of a shareholder, asked.
He had been sitting beside Natalie Kendall from the start, occasionally trying to make small talk with her.
Natalie Kendall remained polite, responding occasionally.
"I saw you drank quite a bit just now." Logan Cole leaned closer to Natalie Kendall, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
This was already breaching social boundaries.
Natalie Kendall frowned slightly, moved aside, and replied with slight indifference, "I’m fine."
Logan shrugged, suddenly stood up, and left.
Soon he returned and said to Natalie Kendall, "I ordered you a hangover drink."
Soon the hangover drink was brought over.
Mr. Cole glanced over at them and smiled, "Logan and Miss Kendall seem to get along well, why not exchange contact information and become friends?"
Matthew Beckett smiled and said, "Just call her Nat. Nat, Uncle Cole suggested you and Logan share contact information. Go ahead."
Natalie Kendall’s face turned cold, showing no intention of reaching for her phone.
Mr. Cole noticed and sneered, "Oh, does she look down on our Logan? Well, forget it then."
Matthew Beckett frowned and called Natalie Kendall, "Nat."
Still, Natalie Kendall didn’t move.
She detested such behavior.
Then Logan spoke up, "Dad, Uncle Beckett, we’ve already added each other."
He gave Natalie Kendall a way out, "Nat and I share similar interests; we’ll definitely become good friends."
Mr. Cole smiled contentedly, "Good, good, young people should spend more time together."
Everyone else laughed in agreement, even teasing Natalie Kendall and Logan Cole.
None of those at the dinner regarded Natalie Kendall as the heir of the Beckett Group; they just treated her like a younger generation they could dismiss.
"Wanna go get some fresh air?" Logan Cole suggested.
Natalie Kendall indeed felt stuffy and wanted to leave, so she didn’t refuse.
As Logan’s father watched them get up and leave together, a dark look passed in his eyes.
Natalie Kendall and Logan left the private room, walked down the corridor to the crossroad, where Natalie intended to part ways with him.
"I’d like to walk alone."
Logan shrugged, "Alright, but don’t go too far."
Natalie Kendall turned and walked to the right.
Behind her.
Logan watched her back, a sinister smile on his face.
To be honest, he quite liked Natalie’s looks.
Besides, her figure seemed pretty good too.
Either way, he wouldn’t lose anything.
Thinking of this, Logan started to follow her.
As he rounded the corner, he saw Natalie Kendall leaning against the wall, bent over as if she couldn’t steady herself and was very uncomfortable.
"Are you alright?"
He hurried up and supported her shoulder.
"What are you doing!"
The moment his hand touched her, Natalie Kendall got goosebumps all over and pushed him away.
Logan raised his hands, leaning against the wall, "I just wanted to help since you seemed uncomfortable."
Natalie Kendall was indeed very uncomfortable.
Totally weak.
Inside her, there was also a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
It felt like a fire was roasting her body.
Her throat was dry, itchy.
Even worse, she felt an inexplicable longing for something.
So when Logan touched her, her response was particularly strong.
Because even as she felt revulsion, there was an unspeakable desire to be close to him.
She realized someone might have drugged her.
What went wrong?
When did it happen?
Everyone at the dinner was from the Beckett Group, and her father was there too.
Who could it have been?
"Nat, you look really unwell, let me help you."
Logan moved closer again, putting his hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her into his arms.
When Natalie Kendall pushed him, it took the last bit of her strength, and now she was completely powerless.
She could only be dragged along by Logan Cole, with no ability to resist.
Logan led Natalie forward; she was cold with sweat, trembling all over, her legs weak, almost dragging as they moved.
Just as they were about to exit through the door, someone blocked their path.
"Who are you? Get out of the way!"
Logan glared at the figure in front.
Tristan Jordan looked at Natalie by Logan’s side, clearly unwell, with a terrifyingly cold expression.
——
"Can’t go home... go, go to a hotel... cold water..."
Natalie Kendall leaned over, clutching Tristan Jordan’s arm, swaying, "Hotel... cold water..."
"I know. Stay still, I’m driving, it’s dangerous this way."
Natalie’s head was a chaotic mess; she heard the words "driving," "danger" in snippets.
She curled up in the seat, but it didn’t help; the heat was unbearable.
She began to pull at her clothes unconsciously, yanking the collar wide open, revealing her fair, delicate skin.
Tristan stole glances at her condition now and then, more concerned than ever.
The fleeting look almost caused him to crash the car.
He was a man.
Not exactly a Galahad.
Especially when it came to feeling sympathy for Natalie Kendall.
So seeing her nearly half-naked, he had to rely on deep breaths, and the car’s open window blowing wind to cool down.
Finally, they reached the hotel.
Tristan Jordan wrapped his coat around Natalie Kendall, holding her as they headed upstairs to the room.
The first thing Natalie did was break free from Tristan’s arms, rushing into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
She stood under the shower, blasting cold water over herself for a long while.
Then she filled the bathtub with cold water and lay in it.
"Miss Kendall! Knock, knock! Are you okay?"
Outside, Tristan Jordan was knocking and asking how she was.
Natalie heard his voice and wanted desperately to run out and hold him.
She cried in anguish, clenching herself tightly, pulling at her hair, hating herself for having such thoughts.
Who knows how much time passed.
Suddenly Tristan’s voice came from outside again:
"Miss Kendall, your phone... Isaac Vaughn is calling."
Natalie barely understood, catching only the name "Isaac Vaughn," mistakenly thinking he was here. She excitedly rose from the bathtub, stumbling to the bathroom door.
Opening the door, she appeared drenched completely.
Her clothes clung to her, outlining her underwear, all the curves exposed.
Tristan gritted his teeth, looking away, handing her the phone.
"Isaac Vaughn..." Natalie grabbed the phone, but her wet hands almost made her drop it.
After some effort, she finally pressed the phone to her ear, hearing Isaac Vaughn’s tightly clenched, chilling voice:
"Little Ear, I don’t care what you do, just hold on! I’m coming!"
"If you dare let Tristan Jordan touch you, I won’t be able to stop myself from killing you first, then myself!"
