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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 84: I Have Prepared One For You

Looking at her back, Drake wasn't happy. Was he a monster? Why was Angelo afraid of him so much?

He thought for a while but had no clue at all. Then he just stopped thinking about it and picked up the contract to read.

Soon, someone cleared the table.

At this time, Angelo was reading the files in the secretary's office and checked the time from time to time.

At half-past one, she got a message. In the message, there was the address sent by Daisy. Angelo looked anxious.

Finally, she took a deep breath, grabbed the file, and went to Drake's office.

In the office, Drake was focusing on his work. Looking at his profile, Angelo bit her teeth and knocked on the door.

"Come in, please." It was still the familiar cold voice.

Angelo entered the office. Drake glanced at her but didn't stop tapping the keyboard.

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Thorne, you should go out from two to five. Would you like to go earlier?"