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


    “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 shed 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 onest 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 onlyter 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 ording to the n, but halfway through, she vanished without a trace.


    Time ticked by.


    Meanwhile, outside the café, Nathaniel stood under a streetmp.


    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 ced 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, wless 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 to


    admit he was jealous of Nathaniel at that moment.


    Instead of responding, she bored her eyes into his impable handsome face, waiting for him to finish


    his sentence.


    She had deliberately dyed 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 thepany’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 nning 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. Thetter 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 rxed his grip.


    Christina cast him a sidelong nce. “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?” Disappointmentced his hoarse voice.


    Christina frowned, not understanding what he was talking about.


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    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


    exin 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 sh.


    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 ovepped with Nathaniel’s regal image in Francis’ mind.


    Nathaniel red at Francis with sunsses 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?