Chapter 63

"Thanks…" Natalie politely expressed her appreciation to the people inside the elevator. But her smile instantly faded when she saw who was there. Imogen sneered. "Is this the job you were talking about, Natalie? Playing errands girl?" Rowan's face mirrored the same disdain. "I earn my own keep. I don't steal, nor do I rely on being someone's mistress to make money," Natalie shot back. Imogen's face twisted with fury. "You—" Natalie cut her off, her voice rising, "And after leaving that bastard, I've been living quite comfortably. In fact, I should thank you for handing me proof of Rowan's cheating. Without it, I wouldn't have escaped that marriage so quickly." The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open on the 12th floor. "Are you looking for a beating, Natalie?" Imogen lunged forward, ready to strike. "That's enough. Don't jeopardize the business we've here for," Rowan snapped. Imogen glanced at him nervously. Afraid he'd explode at Natalie's words, she obediently retreat