Chapter 2494: Nathalie Sits Directly in Valencia Jett’s Seat

Khendy Lordon sat in the wheelchair and glanced at the exquisite tableware on the table, originally expressionless and not hungry. It was only when he noticed a corner of a small note pressed under the plate that his eyes slightly narrowed, and he wheeled himself to the dining room, reaching out to pick up the note.

The note had a series of Roman numerals on it, looking like random scribbles at first glance.

But Khendy recognized the handwriting on it.

Graceful and correct.

It was Valencia Jett’s handwriting.

And the series of numbers wasn’t random but rather a kind of Morse Code he invented that could be decoded into normal words through a special method.

With just a brief glance, Khendy had already read the message that Valencia had written for him—[Nathalie has come to M Country.]

These five short words made Khendy’s face change dramatically!

He clenched the note in his hand, the veins bulging on his pale hand, and turned his head, punching the table hard, causing the red wine glass on the table to shake. His own neck veins bulged, and he gritted his teeth to squeeze out two words: "Damn it!"

The next second, he completely changed his indifferent attitude from the past few days being ’invited’ here, and picked up the room’s only available internal phone, dialing out.

It took a full ten seconds for the other end to pick up.

"Mr. Lordon," an old, pompous voice called to him solemnly.

Khendy held the phone expressionlessly and spoke coldly, "I want to leave!"

*

The next day.

Nathalie Quinlan followed the address Valencia Jett had given her, going to an exclusive club in M Country. The club was a winding path leading to seclusion, elegantly decorated with birds, flowers, and fish ponds everywhere.

She followed the footsteps of the club waiter to the outside of the private box that Valencia had mentioned.

The waiter knocked on the door for her and then said respectfully, "Please wait, my guest, I’ll take my leave first."

"Mm." Nathalie responded, raising her hand to adjust her duckbill cap, covering half her face.

As the box door opened.

The waiter silently left the area.

Nathalie walked in, and as soon as she entered, she saw Valencia opening the door for her, sidestepping to make way, not daring to meet her eyes.

Besides Valencia, there were seven or eight other people in the box, all seeming to be Maybelissa’s men in M Country.

When the people inside the box saw a young girl they didn’t recognize coming in, they all displayed wary expressions. A woman with curly, ramen-like hair was the first to speak: "Ms. Jett, who is she?"

An additional, short and stout middle-aged man looked dissatisfied and spoke haltingly to Valencia: "You know we’re here to discuss important matters; why did you bring a friend here? Someone unrelated, it’s inappropriate for them to be here."

Just because Valencia couldn’t face Nathalie didn’t mean she had to indulge them.

Once she closed the box door, she swiftly turned around, her sharp eyes scanning everyone present, speaking crisply and without mercy: "Who told you she’s unrelated?"

The seven or eight people in the box exchanged glances, each seeing the words ’don’t know her’ in the others’ eyes.

Thus, the woman with the noodle curls, who had spoken first, scrutinized Nathalie from head to toe, her eyes showing a hint of disdain: "Mr. Lordon’s lover?"

The woman tutted lightly, her gaze focused on Nathalie’s chest, then proudly puffed out her own ample bosom, her eyes full of mockery: This Mr. Lordon’s lover isn’t much, looks like just a young girl barely grown.

Nathalie, as if she hadn’t heard anything, walked straight over and sat in the main seat where Valencia had just been.

After she sat down, everyone’s expression changed, and they all looked at her with unfriendly eyes.