Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 1058 Making A Deal

Chapter 1058 Making a Deal

In fact, he knew everything, he could have just told her, but he didn't say anything.

He just watched her check it out herself, even through all the hardships, but to no avail.

Why?

Natalia doesn't want to believe that Archie would harm her, but the truth, again, makes her afraid to

know.

After just a few moments of agonizing in her mind, she finally decided that she would trust Archie no

matter what.

Whatever Clinton says, his goal, surely, is to sow discord between her and Archie.

In that case, he must not be allowed to get away with it.

On the other hand, Archie is still unaware of what's happening over here.

When he arrived in Heath Town, the first thing he did was find the cottage where Clinton had stayed.

But the other side apparently got the news in advance, and by the time they arrived, the building was

empty.

Archie ordered people to search all up and down the villa, and there were no clues.

With a sullen face, he went up to the second floor.

Just walked into the bedroom, a glance at the chains scattered on the floor.

The middle of the chain is a Simmons bed, do not have to think, but also know what is used for.

The face became more and more gloomy.

Felix was with him and his face was not looking too good at this point.

But at this time, Natalia and Kiera were not sure if they were alive or dead, they had only seen the

scene and were not sure if they were okay or not.

Talking more than that will do no good except to steeply annoy the other party.

Therefore, Felix said nothing and ordered his men to look carefully throughout the room.

"Just now I saw downstairs in the kitchen, there is still unfinished breakfast, the pot of water is also hot,

representing the people here just left not long ago, I have ordered people to continue to chase, I

believe there will be results soon."

Archie nodded.

He is not a brave man, Natalia from the disappearance of two days have passed, there is still no news

at all.

Clinton caught the man, obviously had the opportunity to leave, but did not, but stayed here all night,

think also know, is waiting for them to come.

It's not clear what Clinton is up to, but Natalia is alive, that's for sure.

Otherwise, Clinton's hands without the leverage to threaten him, this time the operation, it will be a

loss.

Archie tried hard to keep himself from thinking that even if Natalia was still alive and fell into his hands,

there was no suffering, no suffering.

The child in her belly, there is no such question as whether she was frightened.

He was just desperately trying to restrain himself with reason, for the time being, not to think wildly, I

believe that according to Natalia's intelligence, will be able to save themselves temporarily under the Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

danger, waiting for his rescue.

Just then, one thing caught his attention.

It was a handkerchief that had been left in the corner. Looking at the color, it didn't look like something

Natalia used, but rather something Kiera carried around with her on a regular basis.

He bent down to pick it up, only to see two words written in rough cursive on the handkerchief,

"Anhao."

The handwriting, though scrawled, is in Natalia's handwriting.

His heart shuddered, the original was forcibly suppressed by the annoyance and restlessness of the

mood, which was slightly relieved a little.

"They're fine for now."

Felix also saw the handwriting on the handkerchief and nodded.

"Well, killing isn't Clinton's goal, and it doesn't do him any good that Natalia and Kiera are dead, and I

always got the feeling that he's planning something with this operation."

Archie felt the same way as he did.

"Forget about it first, the map around here, did you find it?"

"Found it."

Felix waved his hand and one of his men came forward with a map.

He took it, walked to a nearby table and unfolded it, said in a deep voice: "Look, this city is bordered on

two sides by the sea, one side is the desert, and the other side is connected to Portyard, Clinton with

his people certainly can't go back to Portyard, if he really went back, there is naturally a net of heaven

and earth waiting for him there, and this side of the desert is the largest piece of this nearby Desert,

known as the continent of death, if he is not crazy, it is impossible to go this way, so the only possibility

is that he took the people on board and went by sea."

Archie wrinkled his brow and looked the map over.

In the end, the same conclusion as Felix was reached.

"In that case, I will immediately order someone to arrange for a ship to sail."

"Hmm."

On this side, Archie is working closely on the arrangements.

On the other hand, Natalia was brought before Clinton.

This is a luxurious room, Natalia was brought up, secretly pay attention to the route, found that this is

located on the third floor of the cruise ship, should be a presidential suite.

In the living room, Clinton, dressed in a white robe, was sitting behind a low table on one side, waiting

nicely for him.

The sun shines in from the window next to him, casing his whole person with a light glow, quite a

gentleman like jade, elegant and elegant feeling.

And I don't know why, but everything this man does is clearly evil.

But Natalia rarely really see the evil temperament from his body, even the eyes, most of the time is as

plain as water, warm and smiling.

If you hadn't dealt with him and knew he wasn't a good fighter, it would be easy to have a spring-like

feeling when you're looking at him like this.

Natalia pursed the corners of her lips and walked over.

"Miss Dawson is here, sit down."

He raised his hand, gesturing for Natalia to take a seat on the futon opposite him.

Natalia looked at the futon at her feet and frowned imperceptibly.

I don't know if it's her illusion, she always felt that Clinton, this person, a lot of times the words and

actions are a bit strange.

For example, he is obviously in his prime, but always dressed in an old-fashioned long shirt.

And then, for example, these days if not to go to the temple to offer incense, who still use something

like a futon?

Don't you mind sitting curled up there, your legs and feet are uncomfortable?

But these doubts, she put in her heart, did not ask out.

After Natalia sat down as instructed, Clinton raised his hand and poured her a cup of tea and placed it

in front of her.

That warm, jade-like face contained a warm, soft smile as he chuckled softly, "This is a new local tea I

just got, Miss Dawson might as well take a look and see how it's different from our domestic tea."

Natalia looked at the cup on the table, white jade short cup inside, yellowish tea dense with a lingering

mist, like a confusing poison.

She laughed coldly and raised her eyes, staring straight at Clinton.

"I will not drink tea, Mr. Zaccardi said that I can make a deal with me, so I came, Mr. Zaccardi should be

a man of his word."

She doesn't touch the tea she makes, and Clinton doesn't mind.

Straight up the cup in front of himself, shaking his head and blowing gently, then raised his hand to

block his face Jane tasted a bite.

Natalia sat across the table and watched, secretly bellyaching.

This manners and etiquette, if you do not know, really think it is the ancient people crossed over!