Chapter 269


    Izabe got so scared that her mind went nk, almost dropping her phone.


    She quickly reacted, thinking that there could be many people with the same name and surname in


    this world. This Nathaniel might not be the one she knew.


    Moreover, she had changed her phone number and social media ounts.


    Izabe didn''t dare to click ept, throwing her phone aside and went on with her business, trying


    to shake off the uneasiness in her heart.


    However, the name "Nathaniel" kept circling in her mind, making her unable to concentrate on


    anything. At night, she took out her phone again, only to find that he had added her three times in a


    row, even attaching a verification message.


    Nathaniel asked, "Don''t recognize me? Since you left Brett, do you want to give me a shot? I''m


    quite interested in you."


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    There was no doubt now - this was Nathaniel. How did he get her number?


    Izabe''s hands were shaking from nervousness, like having Parkinson''s disease, and the bright


    light above her head made her eyes hurt.


    In the end, she clicked "ept."


    Nathaniel seemed to have been waiting for her message all along. After bing friends, he sent


    a message.


    Nathaniel: [Izabe, how have you been these past two months?]


    Izabe replied using voice-to-text: [How did you find out where I am?]


    Nathaniel: [Do I need to investigate on my own? Just follow Brett, it''s him looking for you, not me.


    He almost went crazy not finding you during these days.]


    Izabe''s heartbeat sped up, her face turning pale from fright. Nathaniel found her by following


    Brett, so that meant Brett already knew where she was?


    Nathaniel kept sending messages, but Izabe couldn''t focus on her phone anymore. After a while,


    she stiffly checked thest message.


    Nathaniel: [Want to beg me? Be my girl, and I won''t let Brett take you away.]


    Time ticked away.


    Not getting a reply from Izabe, Nathaniel sent a voice message: [Even if you agree now, it''s too


    late. Brett is already at your doorstep.]


    Izabe''s breathing stopped, her mind went nk, and she dropped her phone on the floor. She


    didn''t bother to pick it up, immediately grabbing her luggage and packing up her clothes and


    supplies.


    The more nervous she got, the harder packing became. She gritted her teeth and threw the luggage


    bag away, putting on her backpack - it contained more than a hundred thousand in cash and a


    loaded bank card. She could always buy more clothes and stuff, but if she got caught by Brett, her


    life would be over.


    Izabe had never been this nervous before, tears welling up in her eyes. She frantically picked up


    her backpack, sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, and her hands and feet went weak .


    With trembling hands, she opened the door and ran downstairs, just as a ck luxury car parked in


    front of the rental building, shing its lights.


    The car door opened, revealing the man she feared, apanied by several well-dressed


    bodyguards.


    They were all really tall, their presence overwhelming in this small town.


    People in this town had never seen such a scene or luxury car before, it was like a movie.


    Passersby, though curious, didn''t dare to look straight, fearing trouble and hiding far away.


    Brett looked visibly paler these days, but his sharp aura remained strong.


    It was summer, but Izabe felt like she was in the midst of a cold winter, especially with Brett''s ice-


    cold expression and eyes. When his gaze fell on Izabe, it was like countless knives piercing her.


    Frightened, Izabe backed away, only to realize her path waspletely blocked by him. With no


    other choice, she turned around and ran back upstairs.


    Brett shouted, "Izabe, stop right there!"


    Instead of stopping, she ran even faster. Brett stared at her fleeing figure, his gaze piercing through


    her.


    Now that he was here, he wasn''t worried about her escaping.


    His canary bird had identally flown away, and Brett had spent over two months looking for her


    with no luck. On the 85th day, he finally located Izabe in a small county town.


    Brett was always arrogant and proud. When she first escaped, he was anxious and scared, but


    confident in his ability to find her quickly. It turned out that Izabe seemed to have grown wings,


    disappearing into the crowds.


    If it had been two years ago, Brett, faced with this situation, would have only thought of cruelty,


    wanting to break the legs of the runaway person. But now his fears and anxiety had drowned out


    any anger.


    During those 85 days since she left, would anything happen to her? Would her reaction slow down


    after her memory loss? Would she be cheated or bullied outside? What if her medicine ran out?


    What would she do when her stomach hurt? Could she take care of herself? Would she find out at


    the hospital that she actually had stomach cancer and hate him for life after regaining her memory?


    There was also the baby in her belly - the sooner it was gone, the better. If it got too big, it would be


    more difficult to abort.


    So he had to find Izabe as soon as possible.


    Brett released some clues, including the two pieces of jewelry she had taken. Izabe wouldn''t have


    taken them for no reason, she must have needed the money. The cash she took from the bank


    wouldn''t be enough for rent and daily expenses.


    In order to avoid him, she wouldn''t dare to find a job, and her disabled hands wouldn''t allow her to


    do much either. With no ie, her money would be used up easily.


    So she would definitely sell the jewelry. Anyone who saw those two items would know they were


    valuable, regardless if they were experts or not. Brett just had to gather this information.


    Sure enough, he received several leads, eventually narrowing it down to an inconspicuous county


    city. Then, he found a femalendlord and learned that Izabe was renting a house in this small


    town.


    In a remote, out-of-the-way ce like this, Brett never in a million years expected Izabe to be


    hiding here. Izabe had always been particr about her food and amodations, insisting on


    the best even if her home was in ruins and her family gone.


    It seemed that she had put a lot of thought into avoiding him .


    This ce indeed made it difficult for him to find her, with its confusingyout, and the fact that you


    didn''t need an ID card to get things done. Izabe could easily make up a fake identity here, and


    people would buy it.


    Brett opened his phone gallery and carefully went through Izabe''s photos.


    He had taken quite a few pictures of her, many of which were candid shots; photos of her reading,


    sleeping, daydreaming, and kissing her cat.


    Brett examined each photo one by one. In thest few shots of them together, his expression


    seemed a bit stiff in front of the camera, while Izabe''s smile was super sweet, her dimples


    seemingly filled with sweet honey.