"No, no, it's not—" I waved my hand hastily, took a step forward, but couldn't help glancing at Daniel Carter several times.
I prayed in my heart that the person driving the Bentley that night wasn't Natalie Yates.
Unfortunately, my prayers didn't come true.
Daniel noticed my peculiar expression, hesitated to speak, then paused and asked, "Have you seen Natalie recently?"
With that, I understood completely.
Ah— I just wanted to vanish into thin air and never be seen again.
"Um... did Young Master Yates say something to you?" After the chaotic mess, I decided to lay it all out.
Daniel pressed his lips together slightly, his handsome and noble face showed a hint of embarrassed playfulness.
"You mean—when you argued with Adrian Gordon, saying you slept with me, and slept with me many times?"
I twisted my ankle and almost fell.
"Watch out!" Fortunately, Daniel grabbed me in time.
