100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Chapter 682  Nathan's Anger

Chapter 682  Nathan's Anger

Day Seventy-Three…

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[ At Rosemary Restaurant… ]

Nathan and Jane left the Syphiruz Mafia Headquarters together and headed to the meeting place where Nathan was going to see Monica. Upon arriving at the restaurant, the couple got separated. Jane allowed Nathan to enter the building first while following Nathan behind.

Monica already booked a table for her and Nathan. She was waiting for his arrival. When the waiter recognized Nathan, he immediately entertained him, guiding him to their table.

From the distance, Nathan saw Monica's back. She was sitting but at the same time, talking over the phone.

"You can go," Nathan ordered the waiter to leave. He already saw Monica so he didn't need to be escorted by the waiter. The waiter politely nodded and obeyed his command.

When he was left alone, Nathan paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. They were in a public place. He didn't want to make a scene there so as much as possible he should control his emotions.

He was just a few steps away from Monica when he overheard something. Monica seemed like talking about his son, Ethan. So instead of letting her know about his presence, he stood behind her and continued to listen to the conversation.

"Don't worry. I won't tell him that he is not Ethan's biological father. This is part of our plan. Our son must inherit the Sparks' company and all his wealth. That will be the right time to reveal to them that Ethan is mine and yours." Monica continued to speak, not minding her surroundings.

Nathan's countenance drained of color at Monica's words, his world momentarily shaken by the shocking impact of her statement. A visceral reaction overtook him, his body quivering with a potent mix of shock and fury. 'What did she just say? Ethan is not my son.' echoed in his mind, the revelation landing like a thunderbolt. The thought that Ethan wasn't his son, but a pawn in a scheme to claim his property and wealth, fueled a raging whirlwind of emotions deep inside him.

Jaws clenched tight, a physical manifestation of the storm brewing within. His eyes became a furnace of rage, burning with the intensity of a thousand flames. The betrayal and the manipulation destroyed everything he believed in the past. The very foundation of trust and family he believed in had been shattered, replaced by anger and disbelief.

"I'll call you back later. Nathan might be on his way to meet– Aaaah!" Monica's words trailed off abruptly, strangled by the shock that seized her when Nathan unleashed a sudden, aggressive action.

The table resonated with a series of explosive sounds.

Slam!

Thud!

Crash!

In a fit of unrestrained fury, Nathan closed their gaps and his hand shot out, seizing the glass of water, shattering it into tiny pieces upon the table's surface. The eruption of sound and fragments mirrored the raging emotions within him, a momentary loss of control in response to the overwhelming weight of what he had just learned. The shards lay scattered, echoing the shattered truth he once believed in and the turmoil consuming Nathan. 'How could this be possible? All these years, I thought Ethan was my son… my own flesh and blood.'

Some prying pairs of eyes were now directed at them. Two waiters tried to respond upon hearing the breaking sound of glass. Monica gazed up at him with wide eyes, her lips hung open in disbelief. She was about to say something when Nathan suddenly grabbed her by her neck.

The other customers and the waiters gasped in surprise upon witnessing Nathan's violent reaction.

"Oh my gosh! He is going to hurt her." "He is Nathan Sparks, right? Who is the woman?"

"She's familiar. I saw her in the magazine. Helena Carlsen."

Some started to take photos and videos of the current situation. Some people recognized Nathan, the CEO of the SYP Twilight Corporation. This would be a big headline and would go viral once they posted this online.

Meanwhile, Monica struggled in his grasp. She couldn't breathe. The waiters tried to intervene but they were intimidated by Nathan's deathly and chilly aura.

"You should have just died," Nathan said through his gritted teeth, his grip on her neck tightening further. Nathan wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. His urge to hurt Monica was clouding his mind.

"Sir, please let her go," the waiter, summoning his courage, intervened in an attempt to halt Nathan. But as their eyes locked, the waiter faltered in the face of Nathan's chilling, unyielding gaze, instinctively retreating.

Even in the grip of panic, the waiter tried to reassure himself, rationalizing that in a public setting, Nathan wouldn't resort to extreme measures. Despite the hesitation, he motioned to his colleague to summon the security guards.

Monica was on the verge of losing consciousness, the world dimming around her as she fought for breath. Before she fainted, Jane finally interfered. She showed up from behind. She approached Nathan, her touch falling upon his tense shoulder.

"Nate, let her go," Jane's voice, gentle yet firm, sliced through the charged atmosphere.

The weight of Jane's presence acted as a wake-up call to Nathan's violent thoughts. With a sudden clarity, his rational mind reawakened. He relinquished his grip on Monica's neck, the constriction easing as he ceased the act of strangling her. The dawning awareness, sparked by Jane's intervention, pulled him back from the brink, quelling the irrational impulse that had gripped him moments ago.

"Cough! Cough!" Monica gasped some air, rubbing her neck. She wasn't expecting that Nathan would go overboard, strangling her in front of everyone.

On the other hand, Jane pulled Nathan as she stepped forward, shielding him from the other spectators. "Stop filming!" Jane said in her stern cold voice, threatening the people who were holding their cellphones.

The other customers immediately hid their phones and stopped looking in their spots. With her glaring eyes, Jane cast a sharp glance at Monica. Without saying a word, Jane grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stand up.

"Let go of my hand!" Monica screamed at her, trying to tug her hand away from Jane.

But Jane gripped her wrist tightly as she began dragging her to the comfort room of the restaurant. "Wait for me here," Jane blurted out to Nathan before she disappeared from his sight.

Nathan, the waiters, and the other customers just watched Jane in puzzlement. What was she going to do?

"Should we follow them?" One waiter asked his colleague.

But when they met Nathan's cold gaze, the other waited responded with a shake of his head. "We must not meddle with them. Just inform our manager about this. Let her fix this issue. I don't want to lose my job. We can't offend these people."

*Inside the lady's comfort room*

Bam!

Click!

Jane slammed the door behind and locked it. Monica reflexively stepped back, maintaining her distance from Jane. She knew that she couldn't win against her if Jane would suddenly attack her. Jane was stronger than her.

"What do you want?" Monica snarled at her, keeping her brave front.

Jane raised her eyebrow and slowly inched closer to her. Monica kept stepping back until her back touched the wall. She could no longer move.

Pak!

"Aaah!"

Jane slapped her hard.