Chapter 80

• Nathan’s pov
• I stormed out of Ivan’s company without looking back, each step I took echoing the rage bubbling within me. I didn’t give a damn about the stares, or the whispers behind me. I was seething. How dare he—how fucking dare he touch her, drag her name through more mess, and then act like he was the victim? Bastard.
• I drove recklessly, my hands gripping the steering like I wanted to crush it. My knuckles turned pale, jaw clenched so tight it ached. I had tried calling her more than five times already. No response. Nothing.