Chapter 216 Mr. Windsor Comes to Pick Up
However, how many people would dare to use their lives to threaten their enemies?
After that incident, Jane spent several days in the hospital before she recovered. There was a scar on her forehead, but thankfully, it was not very noticeable.
The anguish and suffering Anthony caused Jane were not limited to the night of the Watkins' downfall two years ago, nor was it just about Jovan’s transformation from a talented person to someone who was barely alive. It also encompassed the malice that seemed to come from every direction in life, unpredictable and relentless!
Natalie felt extremely sorry for Jane.
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The sound of the apartment door closing echoed through the space.
The house was now empty, and Jane could cry without anyone knowing. She curled up on the sofa with her knees drawn to her chest. She had only ever shown this vulnerable and powerless side to two people: her protective older brother and Anthony, in whom she had placed her trust. But now, she could no longer depend on either of them.
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The apartment complex boasted a good environment and layout, and its only flaw was the poor sound insulation.
Just outside, Anthony stood with a cigarette between his fingers, but he did not smoke it. He was lost in the sounds of sobbing coming from the other side of the door. The sounds were not loud, but they were enough to cause Anthony a suffocating agony.
Anthony could not bear it when Jane cried. She was usually strong, seldom shedding tears, but when she did, he felt as though his heart was being shredded. No cigarettes in the world could help dull this pain.
Anthony recalled that Jane did not cry when the Watkins family fell or when Jovan had an accident. He could not help but wonder if she cried secretly back then like she was now. Did she find a secluded place where she could not be seen and heard to cry before reemerging as the indomitable Miss Watkins? Despite her fall from grace, she continued to command the admiration of many.
This version of Jane made Anthony feel like a grave sinner with nowhere to seek redemption. What stood between him and her were a family feud, the lives of loved ones, and the fates of their families. If he were given a chance to do things all over again, he feared he would make the same decisions as before. He had no choice.
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The one-month training camp commenced, and it was in the fashion capital, Milan.
This month was challenging and demanding, yet it was immensely rewarding. Under the tutelage of world-renowned show directors and supermodels, everyone improved rapidly.
Among the trainees, Natalie was not particularly tall. Initially, she encountered prejudice from several professionals. However, by the end of the training, she had achieved the highest graduation score.
"An old friend mentioned today that if you weren't under my wing, their company would be eager to sign you," Emily, who was with Natalie, said with a laugh. This comment was a testament to Natalie's capabilities and dedication.
During this time, something brought Natalie great joy – her menstrual cycle resumed! Although it was delayed for a few days due to the stress of training, causing her brief panic, she was relieved when it finally arrived, indicating she was not pregnant.
Emily also shared with Natalie that she was not opposed to her having children. In fact, there were international supermodels who continued to walk the runway and participate in Victoria's Secret shows while pregnant. However, Natalie's current status did not afford her that luxury.
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The journey from Milan to Paykston Airport lasted more than ten hours.
Returning to Paykston in late autumn after a month, Natalie could feel the chill in the air even before she reached the airport terminal.
From a distance, Natalie spotted a tall, captivating, and imposing figure. She stood frozen in place.
"Is that your husband?" Emily, who had seen Oliver just once, could not forget his remarkable appearance.
"Ah, it appears so," Natalie replied.
Emily chuckled. Usually, Natalie conducted herself with maturity, rarely did she exhibit the dazed expression of a young girl.
Oliver had a presence that drew attention wherever he went. Merely by standing there, he attracted the gazes of both men and women. Women were drawn to his appearance, physique, and demeanor, while men admired his expensive attire.
Several women stared at Oliver blatantly.
As Natalie made her way toward him, she observed a young woman attempting to approach Oliver, only to be intercepted by Jamie, who had been quietly standing by his side. The young woman left, visibly displeased.
Shortly thereafter, another woman tried to approach Oliver.
Oliver's expression turned to one of impatience, his brows furrowing as if he were on the brink of losing his temper.
Natalie found this situation somewhat amusing.
With an icy demeanor, Oliver's eyes locked onto Natalie as she navigated through the crowd toward him.
"Why are you here?" Natalie greeted Oliver warmly as she bypassed the railing, her face alight with happiness.
"What took you so long?" Oliver asked, his tone marked by a hint of impatience. He was not fond of waiting, and the day had been particularly trying with numerous women attempting to engage him during his wait.
Jamie promptly relieved Natalie of her luggage.
"Young Madam, Miss Reed," Jamie greeted respectfully.
Emily offered a polite nod before bidding farewell to Oliver and Natalie.
"Miss Reed, should I arrange transportation for you?" Jamie's consideration was evident.
"No, thank you. I’ve arranged for a ride," Emily declined graciously before making her way to the parking lot.
Natalie watched as Emily approached a car, a Porsche sports car, valued at over four million dollars.
Meanwhile, Jamie, noticing Oliver's lack of response to Natalie’s question, looked at Natalie meaningfully.
Natalie did not expect Oliver to pick her up, and she felt an unexpected surge of happiness. It was comforting to know he cared for her. After all, everyone appreciates being cared for. She smiled playfully and tilted her head, asking, “Did you come to pick me up?”
Oliver responded with a noncommittal grunt and proceeded toward the parking lot; his demeanor still chilly.
Jamie leaned in to whisper to Natalie, "He’s been waiting for over an hour. You wouldn't believe how many women have tried to approach him!"
Oliver was not a man who relished superficial attention or enjoyed being pursued by women. To him, unwelcome advances were nothing but a nuisance. The flight had been delayed due to the weather, causing him to arrive early and endure an extended wait.
Natalie quickened her pace to catch up to Oliver. “Thank you for picking me up!”
Her voice was filled with sweetness and warmth.
Oliver did not halt, but his pace noticeably slowed compared to before.
“Who said I came to pick you up?”
Oliver's response was cool and measured, but his tone had softened.
Natalie stifled a laugh behind her hand. She hastened her steps to keep up, unaware that he would suddenly slow down, causing her to bump into his back.
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