All Chapters of THE SUPREME NATHAN THORNS (The City's god): Chapter 241
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Chapter 241
Natalia stepped back into the house, her heels clicking lightly against the tiled floor. But just as she turned toward the living room, she stopped dead in her tracks.There, on the rug, her mother and sister were knee-deep in the boxes of gifts Heath had brought. Bright fabrics, designer perfumes, expensive wines, and golden-wrapped boxes filled the space. Laughter echoed between them.“Oh my goodness, Joyce, look at this one!” Thelma gasped, holding up a shimmering scarf. “This fabric alone could buy a whole shop.”Joyce giggled, running her hands over a crystal vase. “Mother, he even brought imported wine and chocolates! He’s such a gentleman.”Thelma turned, smiling dreamily. “I told you. It would be amazing if we could have a relationship with the Grover family. Heath is a gem.”“True, Mother,” Joyce agreed, clutching one of the gift boxes to her chest. “The Grovers are a big deal. Heath’s so thoughtful too. I mean, who visits a friend’s family with this much? He did all this to
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Natalia chuckled bitterly, the sound hollow. She gave a slow, sarcastic clap, her expression cutting. “Yeah, yeah. It’s always about what you can get from people. Always by using me.”Thelma’s eyes widened in sudden outrage. “No, you—”“Enough.” Natalia’s tone dropped, sharp and steady like glass under pressure. “You always go to extreme lengths to use me to get what you want.” Her eyes burned, but her voice stayed calm. “The last time, you did a terrible thing to Taylor just because of greed and selfishness. Nothing good can come out of you.”Her words hit like cold water.Thelma froze, her mouth parting, eyes searching Natalia’s face as though hoping she’d take the words back.But Natalia didn’t.Instead, she exhaled deeply, the kind of exhale that carried years of frustration and silent pain. Then, with the calmness of someone too tired to fight, she turned away. Her footsteps were soft but steady as she walked toward her room, her mother’s words echoing behind her like a wound she
Chapter 243
Gregg’s palms were slick with sweat. The icy air from the air conditioner blew directly at him, yet his shirt clung to his skin as though he stood under the hot sun. He sat stiffly on the edge of the chair before the Italian man he secretly worked for, Ricci. Ricci’s broad mahogany desk stared at the ashtray filled with half-burnt cigarettes. The pungent smell of tobacco clung to the air like a curse.Ricci leaned back in his chair, a massive cigar perched between his fingers, smoke swirling slowly around his head like a misty crown. His piercing eyes, cold and unblinking, bored into Gregg.The silence stretched, heavy, suffocating. Gregg’s throat tightened as Ricci took another long drag, exhaled slowly, and said nothing.“Si… Sinore Ricci,” Gregg finally stammered, his voice cracking under pressure. “I—uh—I’m sorry I’m showing up now, sir. I should have come earlier but—”Ricci’s hand shot up, halting him mid-sentence. His voice, low and calm but deadly, sliced through the air.“It
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“You’ve disappointed me, Gregg. You don't deserve to live anymore.”The words fell like a guillotine. Gregg’s face went white, the color drained from his cheeks so fast his lips trembled. For a beat, he simply stared at Ricci, a small, ragged sound catching in his throat. Then, as if the world had tilted, his knees folded and he crumpled to the marble floor, hands thrust forward in supplication.“Sinore Ricci—please—” Gregg’s voice wobbled, barely more than a whine. He crawled as though the ground itself offered mercy, palms scraping on the cold stone. “ I-I'm still of use to you. I can fix this. You’ve given me chances—just one more, please. I’ll make it right. I’ll get Dynasty Group for you. I swear—”Ricci moved with a slow, casual menace, as if the man on the floor were a nuisance rather than a person. In one fluid motion, he produced a pistol from beneath the desk, the metal glinting in the dim light. He cocked it. The click was a clean, bone-deep sound.“How long will I keep up