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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

AnnaShannel_Lin · 现代言情
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Chapter 127: You’ve Changed So Much

She marched back to the front desk. The concierge scowled when she saw her but quickly replaced the expression with a professional smile.

"Excuse me," Catherine said, speaking in a high, girlish voice. "I'm so silly. My friend and I had plans to meet with another friend in his room. I totally forgot, but I've just remembered it now. The problem is, I can't remember the room number." 

"And?" the concierge asked.

"Well, if I give you the name of my friend can you remind me what room he's in?" she asked.

"That's very unusual, Miss," the concierge said.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'd call them and ask them just to meet me down here, but I think their phones are dead."

"What's his name?" the concierge asked with a sigh.

"Adam Carroll," she answered. "And I think he said he was staying in room 4-something. But I'm just no good with numbers." 

The concierge typed something into her computer, "He's in room 436."