Chapter 195: The private jet
Lorie visibly flinched, her body stiffening under his heated stare. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. "Please... just listen," she said quickly. "I didn’t lose it—I swear. It’s just... It’s still at my old home. I haven’t had time to go get it. My father is still in the hospital, and my mom is tied up looking after him. I’ll find a time to talk to her. I’ll get it."
Nathan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. He had canceled his return flight just to meet her, clinging to the hope that he would get some more information from her that would help him identify that Anne was his sister. Now, he realized bitterly that Lorie was nothing but a waste of time.
Just then, the waitress returned with a pleasant smile. "Here is your latte, sir," she said, setting the cup down.
Lorie’s eyes flicked to the steaming drink, her pulse quickening with anticipation and nervous energy. Just a few sips, that’s all it would take for Nathan to fall into her trap.
But in the next moment, her hopes crumbled.
"I don’t need it. Enjoy the coffee," Nathan said coldly, pushing back his chair. Without another glance, he strode out of the café.
Lorie jumped up from her seat, flustered. "Hey—wait!" she called out, hurrying after him. But by the time she reached the door, he was gone, already disappeared into the street outside.
She stood still for a moment. Her lips pressed into a tight line, her eyes burning with frustration.
"I didn’t even get his name," she muttered, rage and wounded pride simmering beneath her skin. "You will never know that Anne is the one you are looking for."
Outside the cafe...
Nathan slid into the driver’s seat of his car, his mind still clouded with the conversation he had just left behind. He exhaled, gripped the steering wheel, and started the engine.