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The RISE Of NATHALIA CARTER

The wedding day. A moment that most women treasured with but not with her. She was poisoned on her own wedding day; Nathalia Carter died full of hatred for her father and fiance. How could she accept that they murdered her? Nathalia gaped at Evette Carter, her step-sister, who was now laughing at her stupidity. Evette is one of the culprits behind her painful death. Demons. They are all demons. Nathalia thought in silence while she closed her eyes as consciousness abandoned her. With rage and tears, Nathalia cursed them and promised to take revenge if given a chance to survive. Suddenly, God hears her prayer and gives her a second chance, and she is allowed to come back to seek revenge. This time, she will not be so naive. She becomes fiercer and eager to bring justice to her own death. She would make sure they got what they deserved in this life. Revenge. Torture. Take everything they had. Make them suffer ten times worse than what they did to her. Along the way, her life changed when she met the notorious playboy- Spencer Davidson. He aims to take her as his woman and help her to fulfill her desire to take revenge. Love, Revenge, and Mystery played along the way. Giving her the most challenging part as she journeyed through her new life. Cover Created by: Weilan Wanna know more about the story, follow me on Instagram: annashannellin

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Chapter 100: Did You Ask Andy To Send Me?

Catherine took the elevator up to the Design Department and walked down the long, bright hall. Yukki trailed behind her like a shadow, and Catherine felt herself growing impatient with the eager assistant. Outside the Design Department, a short, balding man waited for her. He wore an impeccable three-piece suit, tortoise-shell glasses, and Italian loafers. An old fashioned pocket watch hung from his vest.

"Hello, Mrs. Blair," he greeted her. "I'm Jackson Atwood—the temporary manager of the Design Department." 

"Nice to meet you," she said. "Your name sounds familiar—did you work with my father?" 

"I did," he said.

"I'm happy to hear that," she said. "In the last few years, the designs here have been suffering. I want to restore this department to the way it was back in my father's day."

Jackson looked up at her through his glasses. "That's rather ambitious," he said coolly. "Do you know much about design?"