As they strolled down the hallway, a nurse hurried over and presented a vibrant bouquet of roses to Natalie. "Ms. Turner, someone asked me to deliver these to you."
Natalie furrowed her brow. "Who sent them?"
The nurse shrugged apologetically. "I was busy at the time and didn't catch who it was."
Taking the roses, Natalie noticed a card nestled among the blooms. As she opened it, her complexion drained of color.
"Ms. Turner, what's wrong?" Julian asked, immediately sensing something was amiss with her.
He glanced at the card, reading the message: [7 PM tonight, Redpearl Hotel, don't be late!]
At the bottom, a signature caught his eye: William Green.
The flamboyant handwriting radiated arrogance.
Julian wondered why Natalie had reacted so strongly. 'Could William be the reason for h
