Female Novel
Chapter 363 Whistleblower
Nathaniel watched as her slender figure disappeared from his vision. Who is this person she has to
meet?
Without spending much time pondering, he followed her.
The cafe on 87th Street served only members, so ordinary people couldn’t enter.
Upon arrival, Christina mentioned Francis name, and the waiter led her to a table by the window.
A soft glow illuminated the cafe’s interior space. The man dressed in cool-toned casual attire to
obscure his exceptional presence. His gray-blue hair and chiseled, profound facial features gave him
an aloof and mysterious vibe.
When Francis looked up, his sparkling dark eyes shimmered slightly. “Christina.”
Reunited after four years, he found her radiant and captivating as ever.
Christina sat down. A cold and distant expression filled her amber eyes as she held his gaze,
“Who leaked the information back then?” She cut to the chase.
Francis’ heart ached slightly as he stared at her. “Christina, can’t we just chat like old friends, as we
used
To
“That’s not necessary. I just want to know who the whistleblower was,” Christina responded
indifferently.
Her body emanated a faint floral fragrance, which smelled refreshing and pleasing, like the morning air.
His heart skipped a beat when he met her gaze. “Are you still mad at me for what happened back
then?”
Scenes from the past flashed across Christina’s mind, prompting a prickling pain to creep into her
chest. Nathaniel held her captive in the past, but Francis posting those photos on Twitter was no
different from pushing her to the brink of desperation.
“Would being angry allow me to see my granny one last time? Will staying mad make up for anything?”
Her tone was heartbreakingly calm.
No one knew how devastated she felt at that time. It was as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss
where only darkness reigned.
It was only later that Francis learned about the death of Christina’s grandmother.
He was merely focused on provoking Nathaniel during that time and neglected Christina’s situation. He
regretted it afterward and wanted to find a chance to make amends with her.
They were supposed to leave according to the plan, but halfway through, she vanished without a trace.
Time ticked by.
Meanwhile, outside the café, Nathaniel stood under a street lamp.
His eyes were fixated on the window.
The sunlight at noon was dazzling. He narrowed his pensive, dark gaze, standing rooted to his spot
expressionlessly like a perfectly sculpted ice statue. It turns out the person Christina has to meet is
Francis! So,
he’s the unimportant person she has to discuss an important matter with? What exactly is the matter?
I’ve yet to settle the score with him for helping Christina escape from me!
Nathaniel clenched his jaw. If it weren’t for his current status, he’d have rushed in to teach Francis a
lesson.
His eyes darkened as he quietly observed the situation inside.
At the same time, inside the shop, the waiter served a cup of cold brew coffee on the table. Christina
took a sip before uttering. “If you don’t want to reveal who the whistleblower is, I think we have nothing
more
to say.”
She placed down her cup of coffee and was about to leave.
“I know who that person is, of course.” Francis stopped her.
Taking in her fair, flawless countenance and overly impassive gaze, he felt a great distance between
them.
Realizing Christina was there to meet with him because she wanted to help Nathaniel, Francis had tonovelbin
admit he was jealous of Nathaniel at that moment.
Instead of responding, she bored her eyes into his impeccable handsome face, waiting for him to finish
his
sentence.
She had deliberately delayed her flight to acquire that information, so she hoped her effort wouldn’t be
in vain.
He furrowed his brows and hesitated briefly before saying, “It was Madison.”
Christina’s pupils constricted. As I expected, it was her! “Why? Doesn’t she like Nathaniel a lot?” She
speaks of how much she loves him, yet why did she mercilessly stab him in the back?
Francis sighed. “She wanted to cause trouble back then to keep Nathaniel from finding you, so she
leaked the company’s confidential information.”
At that time, Nathaniel was indeed unable to divert his attention elsewhere because of that
predicament, providing Christina the chance to escape.
Therefore, when he knew what Madison was planning to do, Francis chose to stand by and watch.
Christina had her suspicions, but she just needed confirmation.
When she got to her feet to leave, someone grasped her wrist.
Unlike Nathaniel’s warmth, Francis’ touch was cold. The latter was like a chilled child with no clothes to
wear, causing his body to be always cool..
“Are you leaving already? We’ll meet again, won’t we?” Francis’ initially calm emotions were stirred,
and his amber pupils constricted slightly.
He grabbed her slender wrist tightly as if fearing he would lose her if he relaxed his grip.
Christina cast him a sidelong glance. “We don’t need to meet again if there isn’t a necessity.”
She tried pulling her hand free, but he held her tighter.
Christina looked him in the eyes and sensed his dejection.
The exquisite countenance, which was usually filled with confidence and pride when featured on
screens. now showed a never-before-seen vulnerability before her.
“Christina, why are you so biased?” Disappointment laced his hoarse voice.
Christina frowned, not understanding what he was talking about.
He questioned her resentfully, “Why can you forgive Nathaniel but not me?”
Francis had already found out that Christina had returned to Scenic Garden Manor.
He thought she would never set foot in that mansion for the rest of her life.
Christina gazed downward, concealing the expression in her eyes. “That’s my freedom. I don’t need to
explain it to anyone.”
At that point, the people around them were all looking in their direction.
Those who weren’t aware of the circumstances might think they were a couple having an argument.
Christina didn’t like others regarding her with peculiar gazes. She warned Francis in an undertone, “Let
go. You’re hurting me.”
Francis hesitated and was about to loosen his grip when a shadow suddenly showed up in front of him
in at flash.
By the time he regained his senses, he had already been punched.
A loud crash reverberated, startling Christina. Isn’t this Mr. Bodyguard standing before me? Why is he
here?
Francis steadied himself by holding onto the table, shaking his head to regain his bearings. The
metallic scent of blood filled his oral cavity.
He glowered at the man with bright blonde hair. Even with his facial features hidden from view, that
man’s aura and height somewhat overlapped with Nathaniel’s regal image in Francis’ mind.
Nathaniel glared at Francis with sunglasses on. Clearly, he wasn’t able to vent his anger with that
single punch. Is Francis trying to incite Christina to leave me again?
An eerie atmosphere spread inside the café as the trio stared at each other.
Francis asked frostily. “Who is he?”
“His identity isn’t important.” Christina grabbed Nathaniel’s wrist, pulling hard to get him moving.
The two hastily exited the café.
She finally let go of him when they were outside. I seriously suspect that Mr. Bodyguard is possessed
by Nathaniel. Why must he throw punches at any men who came close to me?