Little Angel

Chapter:31

Gabriel Armstrong.
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Natalia was looking down at the table, not meeting her father's eyes as he was looking at her, expecting an explanation for what I was taking about.

"Come on, Mr. Lawson, your father asks you a question; you should answer him." I mocked her and enjoyed her misery.

She looked up, bagging me with her eyes, not to tell her father about what she had done, but I was not going to tell him she would do that by herself.

She should have walked away when she had a chance.

She is a mess. Her makeup was ruined from all the fake crying she was doing. The mascara was smudged around her eyes and covered all over her cheek. Her hair was messy for some reason—because they were perfect when Vivian kicked her out—probably trying to look like a victim in all of it, and the carry on the cake is her wrist, where my beautiful woman had grabbed her hand so hard that it started to turn darker and more noticeable.

I don't feel bad for her; she was the one who started the trouble, and Vivian ended it.

"Come on, darling, did you do something you shouldn't have?" Her father asked her again; she looked at me and then at her father.

"You know what? Let me invite one more person here; she may as well enjoy the show." I get my phone and message Marcus to get Vivian here.

Mr. Lawson asked about what she had done again, but she didn't speak. She knows her time is running out, as she was looking around trying to find a way out of this without taking the impact.

Not even a minute later, we heard a knock on the door, and Marcus opened the door, letting Bellissima in, but she was not the only one that stepped in. Vlad also walked inside after her and closed the door behind them.

What was he doing here?

Vivian Flammery.
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Gabriel just walked out of his cabin, leaving me alone in this big office. For the first time since I walked in, I looked around and noticed how huge this office was.

The theme is white, with a touch of gold and brown here and there. There is a huge desk with a white leather chair. The wall behind the desk is black with the map on it.

The left wall has floor-to-ceiling windows with a black frame, and the blindfold decorates the windows. You can see the whole city from up here. The view is beautiful, just like the one from his bedroom balcony, but up close since the building is in the heart of New York. There is a couch by the right wall facing the window and a small coffee table. There are another pair of small chairs near his desk for his guests and an armchair in the middle of the room.

I walk around his desk and sit on his chair. It is very comfortable, and I lean back on it. It's a typical office chair that can turn 360°, but it's bigger and so soft that I can sleep on it. I try to fight it, but my internal thoughts win, and I start to spin the chair around like a child.