Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

The next day Nathalie was sitting in her cabin and her eyes were skimming through the footage shown to her. There was a piqued irritation on her face after witnessing the video clip of the street from where her uncle, Mr Jones had been abducted. It was themost absurd thing she had heard that day, it was a big question considering that he was a Lancaster family member.

“This is insane! How is this even possible?”

She yelled at the secretary who nearly jumped in his place after hearing his boss’ loud yell. The fine middle aged man had no idea how the culprit managed to pull such a task. The whole abduction felt fishy to her yet Nathalie had no proof or clue to proceed with. A proper investigationwas required but where to start since the captor had left no clue or trace.

“Are you sure you have found the right footage and it is not some staged performance going on?”

Nathalie lifted her head to see the man who settled his specs and nodded to his boss after a little hesitation. Her PA was aware of the sensitivity of the matter yet he was equally confused as his boss.

“Okay, you can go now!”

She waved him to dismiss himself and the man gulped but hurriedly walked away and shut the door behind him. He must have inhaled deeply to gather his courage and breath again after coming out of the cabin. Nobody had the courage to suggest anything to the queen of business unless they wanted to land in some perilous situation.

Nathalie was left in the room alone and began to replay the clip where a few cars of same color halted in front of the building. And soon a few men clad in black uniforms crept out and then a jury of older people in matching dress code arrived. It appeared a well planned abducion that perhaps not an ordinary man could attempt. The person had to be some bigshot or someone with an influential backup.

“How can someone pull such a stubt on such scale that no one would be able to find the culprit at all!?”

Yes! A few pedestrians were deliberately supposed to dress as of Mr jones and the cars and men dressed in black all were nearly similar.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Later on two men dragged each of fake “Mr Jones” into the car, so it would become impossible to track who was the actual Jones since all were dressed same!

Such a game!

Then all cars travelled towards one direction and later on splitted into various paths at the junction. Thus, there was no clue left!

“It must be some big family behind this. But the allegations upon him are a bit unbelievable, If I think about what kind of man he was.”

Nathalie knew something was amiss and she had gotten the idea that there was someone powerful behind all that mess.

“But who could he be?”

Nathalie replayed the clip to find any hint or anything which could give her the name. And possibly how could the person be related to her grandpa?

“Why am I even worrying about it? If grandpa knows him or her by any chance then he must have sorted out this stuff earlier.”

Nathalie had known her grandpa and was aware that he would not do something which is against his own safety.

She tossed the tab aside and inhaled deeply then shifted her focus on the work, Nathalie wanted to ask from her grandpa too; but when he didn’t involve her in the mess, she didn’t want to bother herself too.

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[At the Jones villa]

Whereas when Mrs Jones returned home from the shopping, she was encountered by someone unfamiliar in her own villa. The hag entered the lounge and got frightened by the man sitting on the sofa with a set of teapot on the table.

“W- who are you!? And how did you get in here?”

She called out to the man who had been carelessly enjoying his afternoon tea, without even bothering that he was an intruder in her home. It was obvious that the man was not there to harm her or else he would not be sitting there calmly under roof.

He lifted his head and a sharp penetrating stare was bored into her face which scared the old woman. She could sense evil coming from his gaze and appearance. The man was sitting there comfortably when the whole house seemed to be unnaturally quiet. Mrs Jones was also unsure about what to do since she could not simply act rashly considering the man had ways to get his deeds done.

It was the moment when she saw one of her butlers laying on the floor nearby, blood was oozing out of his forehead. After witnessing her own people like that Mrs Jones was terrified and curious about that man. She had no clue who he was or what did he even want from her. Everything about him appeared mysterious and dangerous.

“That’s not important I believe,”

He stood up from the sofa and shoved his hands in the pockets then gestured at the dead man. The person aimed to infest fear in her mind knowing that the old lady was an easy target.

“And oh about him, I didn’t like his tea that’s why I gave him what he deserved.”

The unnamed man responded as if a life mattered nothing to him. Of course, he could see the chnaging expressions of Mrs Jones after he said that.

“W-what do you want from me?”

She knew immediately that the man had been waiting for her and that was why he intentionally killed the butler to impose his authority.

“I know who killed your husband.”

He sat again with a grin and interlaced his hands making sure she hear him quietly.

“I cna tell you but you have to do something in return.”

A smirk appeared on his face.