Chapter 252

To be honest, Isabelle Ryan never saw Natalie Young as any kind of threat. A woman like her? Just another outfit Jareth Carrington could toss aside whenever he got bored. Totally not worth the mental energy. The driver rolled down the window and called over one of the security guards who was still trying to keep Natalie under control. After exchanging a few words, the gate started sliding open slowly. The car was just about to drive through when, out of nowhere, Natalie darted past the bumper, trying to sneak inside. She didn’t get far—one of the taller guards with quick reflexes stopped her dead in her tracks. “Ma'am, you can’t go in,” he said, visibly stressed but still respectful. Though Natalie was yelling like crazy, trying to break free, he wouldn't let go and started pulling her back firmly. “What gives you the right to block me? Do you even know who I am?” she shouted, not even caring that her sophisticated outfit was getting messed up. Her face, usually striking, twisted in an