Novels by Prettypen

Marcus arrived at the office within the hour, After he and Natalie agreed to meeg there. He found Natalie at her desk, scrolling through the same news reports that had ruined his morning. She looked up and offered a small, practiced smile, but he was in no mood for pleasantries. "Why is Jessica bankrupt because of that scammer?" he asked, closing the door behind him. "You said you would deal with it." Natalie sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I thought I did. I don't know how he got released and still went ahead to scam her." Marcus studied her face for a long moment. The lie was obvious. He had known Natalie for years, and one thing he knew for certain was that she never left loose ends. She was thorough to a fault. The idea that she would let something slip through her fingers was almost laughable. "Come on, Natalie. I know you. You are not that clumsy. Don't tell me you never did anything." She held his gaze for a while before finally dropping the act. "Okay, fine. I didn'

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Travis quickly shook his head, panic written all over his face. "Jessica, listen to me! That's only what Mr. Smith told me. I believed everything he said too. I got fooled just like you." He took a step closer, his voice filled with desperation. "Think about it. If I were part of his scam, why would I still be here? Why wouldn't I have disappeared with him?" Jessica's eyes were bloodshot from crying, but they burned with anger. "So now what?" she snapped. "You were the one who convinced me to invest! You kept defending him every single time I had doubts. If it wasn't for you, I would never have handed over my money." Travis bit his lips. She pointed toward the front door. "So you would better find him and get every cent of my money back. Until then, pack your things and get out of my house!" Mrs. Morgan immediately stepped between them. "Jessica, calm down," she pleaded. "Travis is a victim too. Mr. Smith deceived him as well. You can't just throw him out." Jessica turned t

Jessica refused to calm down even after the security guards surrounded her. "I said call the police!" she shouted hysterically. "I'll expose all of you!" Seeing that she refused to leave peacefully, the guards finally contacted the authorities. Twenty minutes later, Jessica and Natalie were both seated inside a nearby police station. Jessica pointed angrily at Natalie across the desk. "She's lying! She's preventing me from meeting Mr. Smith. He's one of the Langstone board leaders, and she's abusing her authority to keep me away from him!" The officer behind the desk looked from Jessica to Natalie. Natalie sighed, already exhausted. "Officer, there is no board leader named Mr. Smith at Langstone. In fact, there has never been one." Jessica slammed both palms onto the desk. "Stop lying! I met him! He introduced himself! I even met several other board members that day!" Natalie folded her arms. "And every single one of them was a scammer." Jessica glared at her. The officer

As Jessica arrived at the towering Langstone headquarters. Jessica managed to struck an opportunity. Natalie was just stepping out of her sleek black car, adjusting her tailored blazer as she prepared to enter the building. Seizing the moment, Jessica rushed forward, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. “Hey! Hey!” she shouted, drawing curious glances from passersby and security guards nearby. Natalie turned at the noise. The moment she spotted Jessica, her expression hardened. She tried to walk past, but Jessica darted in front of her, blocking her path. “Hey, wait!” Natalie stopped, visibly annoyed. She frowned deeply. “What the heck is this? What do you think you are doing?” Jessica stood her ground, breathing heavily. “I requested to meet you last time and you refused. Now here we are.” Natalie’s eyes flashed with irritation. “That should have given you common sense that I don’t want to see you!” “Look, I’m not here to cause a scene,” Jessica insisted, though

Marcus’s head throbbed as a high-pitched ringing filled his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but they were heavy at first, so he had to do it slowly… very slowly. As he did, light flooded in and blinded him for a moment. Everything was blurry. Then, little by little, shapes began to emerge and come into focus. A soft voice pierced through the haze beside him. “Marcus? Are you okay? Marcus, are you hearing me?” The words anchored him. He blinked hard, forcing his vision to sharpen. White walls, fluorescent lights, the faint smell of antiseptic and clean linen. He was in a hospital room, lying on a crisp hospital bed with monitors beeping steadily around him. Doctors in white coats hovered nearby, checking IV lines and reading charts. And right beside him sat Natalie, her face etched with worry, eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. He groaned, instinctively trying to push himself up. Pain lanced through his body, but he kept moving until Natalie’s hands pressed firmly against