The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 93

She spun around and glared at Kyler, her words almost spit out through gritted teeth, "Kyler, have you

lost your mind? Kendra is going through a rough time, and not only did you not help her, but you joined

forces with Magnus and Natalia to upset her!

What kind of father are you? I must have been blind to have spent my life with you, Addison!"

She and Kendra shared the same mindset. The position of Mr. Andersen had somehow fallen into their

laps.

And that proved that it was their rightful possession. They would hold on to what was theirs, even if it

meant to their dying breath.

She couldn't possibly agree to a divorce, considering that she would get half of Andersen Corporation's

wealth in the future.

However, she didn't expect that Natalia's stubbornness about not leaving, coupled with Magnus'

ruthless indifference, would escalate things to this point.

Kyler didn't want to say any more to the mother and daughter. He turned around and left the ward

room, heading straight for the company.

...

In France, Sabrina hurriedly got out of bed in the morning. After she got dressed, she rushed

downstairs.

She was stunned to see a man sitting at the dining table downstairs, eating breakfast elegantly.

Then she remembered, her fiancé was back yesterday..

Upon seeing her, Marian immediately greeted her with a smile, "Miss Shaw, you should eat breakfast

quickly. You'll be late for school."

"It's okay, just give me a toast and a glass of milk." Sabrina sat down and fiddled with the napkin,

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The man, being ignored, frowned slightly, "Miss Shaw, where are you off to?" He asked. Yesterday she

had given him the cold shoulder, and today she didn't even bother to greet him.

Did this girl hate him that much? It was summer break, wasn't it? And yesterday, she was even brought

home by a man.

Great, she'd only been here a few days and she was already getting chummy with guys.

"I'm going to school." Sabrina replied flatly, not even sparing him a glance.

"But it’s the summer break time, right?" Carter raised his gaze to look at the girl in a light blue dress,

exuding a delicate and charming aura.

"I signed up for a summer course." Sabrina finally looked at the man while munching on her toast.

"So we won't see each other often this summer. You don't have to hide at the ends of the earth."

Hide at the ends of the earth? Did she think she was some kind of monster?

"Miss Shaw, I think we should talk." This was unheard of. His grandfather had sent this girl to France to

win him over, didn't he? So why was she still going to school and letting other men bring her home late

at night.

She had been living quite well while he was away.

"About what?" Sabrina looked at the handsome yet indifferent face of the man.

He put down his cutlery, took a seat on the sofa, and crossed his legs leisurely. He then lit a cigarette.

"If I'm not wrong, Miss Shaw, you're here in France under your grandfather's orders, right? To bond with

me so we can get engaged sooner and fulfill the dreams of our elders." Carter looked at the girl's

elegant face.

"So what?" Sabrina looked at the man with wide eyes.

"Perhaps you should put off going to school for now. Stay at the villa or come to my company and do

what a personal secretary should do. Otherwise, we won't see each other for days. When will we start

to feel something for each other?" The man looked somewhat rogue in the lingering smoke.

"Personal secretary?" Sabrina chuckled.

"Do you think I'm cut out for that? Mr. Cliff, let's not even talk about how we've never met before. You

know very well that I came to France because of our grandfathers' wishes."

She got up gracefully, wiped her mouth and said with a smile, "I don't think we can develop any

feelings, let alone me being your personal secretary. What we should do right now is to not interfere

with each other's lives. After half a year or a year, when our grandfathers ask, you can tell them that

there were no sparks between us. Maybe then they won't force us to get married. What do you think,

Mr. Cliff?"

Carter stared blankly at the girl's charming smile and the words that came out of her mouth. He

suddenly felt as if the blood in his body was flowing in the wrong direction.

He never expected that this girl's intentions in coming to France would be like this.

He, the heir of the Cliff family, the famous CEO, was being rejected. This girl didn't take him seriously;

she was just putting on a show for their grandfathers.

He felt humiliated. He had always been the one to reject women, not the other way around.

His expression turned as cold as winter wind. He looked at the girl's cheerful face with a hint of

sarcasm.

Suddenly, he felt like a joke being rejected like that.

"Miss Shaw is right. I also believe that there's no sparks between us. However, since it's difficult for

either of us to explain to our grandfathers, I don't mind trying to see if we can spark a flame. That way,

we won't have to wait for a year or so. Don't you agree?" His gazes were as deep as the ocean, and he

stared at her coldly.

Upon hearing his words, Sabrina's heart skipped a beat, "Try? Try what?"

The man didn't answer. Instead, he stood up from the sofa and slowly approached Sabrina, lifting her

chin with his hand.

Their eyes met, and it was like lightning striking, "Of course, we need to see if we can spark a flame.

What do you say, Sabrina?"

Boom! Sabrina's brain felt as if it had been struck by lightning. Her heart was pounding.

He actually called her name.

"You... stop joking around!" Sabrina immediately took a step back, slung her bag on her shoulder, and

prepared to leave.

But her slender wrist was instantly caught by a warm hand, "What's wrong? Are you shy?" The man

behind her chuckled lowly.

"We're engaged, and we should start nurturing our feelings as the elders wish." With a gentle pull,

Sabrina stumbled into his arms.

Then a pair of strong arms wrapped around her small body.

Sabrina immediately tried to push the man away, but Carter, watching her flushed face, didn't budge.

Sabrina got angry, and she looked up at him, her eyes widened in anger, "Let go! What gives you the

right to touch me!" This man was truly shameless.

"Is it a crime for me to touch my fiancée? Hm?" His warm breath sprayed onto Sabrina's ear.

She was wound as tight as a coiled spring. "Who said anything about us being engaged? You've been

avoiding me for weeks, haven't you? That just proves that you don't approve of our grandparents'

decision either. So why pretend to come back now and go through with this ridiculous marriage?"

As he listened to her tirade, a slow, amused smile began to spread across Carter's face. "So you're

upset about me being absent for a few weeks, huh?" He watched the fuming girl before him, a sudden

surge of joy welling up in his heart.

"Alright, I apologize. I shouldn't have been MIA for so long. That's on me."

But something about this situation felt off to him.

A voice in his head was urging him to conquer this girl. To make her adore and worship him like all the

other girls.

"Who asked for your apology?" she snapped back. "I'd be happier if you disappeared for six months. Or

better yet, forever." The man was surprisingly strong, refusing to let go of her.

Carter chuckled. "Now, that won't do. How could I possibly stay away for half a year? If I'd known you'd

be this upset, I would've come to pick you up that day. I'm sorry." He grinned down at the girl in his

arms.