Back at the Riverdale estate.
Justin and Natalie went to their room, while Grace quietly went to hers—though sulking and unwilling. She was nothing but a pawn in his hands, used against her own father.
Lying in bed, Natalie couldn’t help but ask, "Will she be alright? She’s so young, and you had to marry her off to Noah."
"That was the only way to free her from that old man’s grasp," Justin replied. "Noah is the only man she trusted, so it was a safe choice to send her away with him."
"She’s still so innocent and doesn’t understand things. Girls her age should be studying."
"She will do that as well," he assured. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Natalie said, "And Noah—he simply followed your orders and married her without any questions. Wouldn’t it be unfair to bind him like this?"
"I left it up to Noah to decide what they want to do. I’m sure he’ll handle it the right way."
"He looked protective toward her. Do you think he likes her?"
"He’s always been entirely dedicated to his duties, and at that time, his duty was to protect her," Justin said. "Don’t misjudge his actions as something else."
"But would you be happy if they got together?" she asked.
"That’s not for me to concern myself with. They can do whatever they want," Justin replied.
"You’re so cold and dismissive," she commented.
"Other people’s lives are theirs to take care of—not mine," he said as he held her closer. "You always have something to talk about when it comes to others. What about us?"
"About us? Do you even let me talk?" she asked in a complaining tone. "You always keep me busy with something else."
"Alright, now I’m giving you a chance to talk. Say it."
"Umm... how long are we going to stay here?" she asked.
He gently caressed her hair. "Soon. Just one final blow to Colin Hartz, and we’re done here."
"Everything ready?" Natalie asked.
Justin hummed, only to have Natalie hug him tightly. "I can’t wait to return to our usual lives in Imperial City."
He hummed again, and she asked, "Then are we going to take your grandma and mother with us?"
Justin nodded. "They should stay with us."
"I agree. But not that old man," she said.
"He has no place in our lives. He can stay back here, spending his last days on his own."
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Back in the private jet, the lights were off, and everyone was sleeping in the dim glow. Noah noticed movement from the chair on the other side. He looked over at Meira, who seemed a little uneasy and was awake. She was trying to look for the flight attendant, but there was no sign of her.
"Ms. Meira, if you’re tired of sitting, you can walk around here or freshen up in the lavatory if you want," he suggested, careful not to make her feel embarrassed, sensing she likely wanted to use the washroom.
Meira felt relieved to hear it and asked, "Where is the lavatory?"
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