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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 22: How Come Angela Injured In Your Set?

After hearing the news, Drake's expression was inscrutable. He quickly took out his cell phone and looked at the number of missed calls on his phone. His expression suddenly became crestfallen.

"Mr. Thorne, is everything alright?" Seeing Drake become angry, the presenter asked carefully.

Drake looked up at the occupants, then knocked on the table with a cold expression. "The company's development prospect is not clear enough. Go back and redo it. The meeting is over."

After saying this, Drake picked up his notebook and walked out of the conference room.

Drake was beating himself while in the car to the hospital. If only he had picked up the phone! Angelo never called him more than once, so this must have been an emergency. Drake sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He would never forgive himself if Angelo was hurt because of him, and he was not there when he needed him the most.