My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Traitor

In the Webster’s Mansion, the servant saw Nathaniel’s car drive in and hurriedly went in to report to Wi

nifred.

Winifred came out with a face full of surprise.

Nathaniel had just stepped on the steps and hadn’t reached the main entrance when Winifred, who had

rushed out,

grabbed his arm.

“Nathaniel, you finally came back! You’ve been gone for so long. Why didn’t you call me and tell me tha

t you were safe and sound?” Winifred asked with a smile, her eyes full of concern and love.

Nathaniel’s cold and sharp look eased a little, but his thin lips were still pursed tightly as he didn’t say a

word.

When he saw his mother, he thought of the surveillance video Alfred had shown him.

Even though Nathaniel told himself that it was likely that someone had framed Winifred, Nathaniel still h

ad doubts in his heart when he thought of the terrible relationship between Winifred and Janet in the pa

st.

“I was too busy over there, so I didn’t have the time to chat with you,” Nathaniel said in a cold voice, his

eyes cold.

Winifred didn’t notice Nathaniel’s coldness. She pulled Nathaniel to sit on the sofa warmly. “It’s good th

at you’re back. Your grandfather also misses you. How was the competition this time?”

When it came to the competition, Nathaniel’s eyes darkened, and he couldn’t tell what to feel for a mom

ent.

After the divorce, every time Nathaniel met Janet, he would feel that he had never seen her through. H

e thought that she was a vain and greedy wife. After the divorce, he found out that she was not only a

member of the Longfellow family but also a famous hacker, Xipil, in the world.

Nathaniel felt bitter in his heart. He didn’t know many things about Janet in fact..

However, he didn’t let Winifred notice the emotions that troubled him.

Nathaniel said blandly, “I ran into a strong fighter in this competition, and I didn’t achieve much.”

Winifred didn’t pay much attention to it. She was just asking casually.

Winifred didn’t mind when she knew that Nathaniel was leading a team overseas to participate in some

hacking competition.

What kind of competition was that? Could it make money?

It was all a waste of time, but since Nathaniel insisted on going, she couldn’t stop him.

When the servant brought coffee and snacks over, Winifred politely invited Nathaniel to have somethin

g. Then she asked the servant to cook, making those servants busy around.

Nathaniel took a sip of coffee calmly and asked in a low voice, “How have you been at home recently?”

“I’m well. It’s just that I was quite worried about without your news.”

haniel held a cup of coffee, his indifferent eyebrows slightly lowering, his fingers unconsciously stroking

the edge

the cup. He

there?”

nded to ask casually, “I heard that you went to Monsoleil for a coffee recently. How was the taste

He was referring to the coffee shop where Winifred and the kidnappers had met. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Nathaniel fiddled with the small and delicate coffee cup in his hand, and the

porcelain white lines reflected his tightly clenched jaw. He raised his eyes to observe Winifred’s expres

sion while staying calm and collected.

However, Winifred didn’t notice Nathaniel’s unusual behavior at all. She narrowed her eyes slightly, sho

wing some confusion. “When? I went to about three cafes…”

She seemed to have forgotten, and after some thought, she said casually, “Hey, there was nothing inter

esting. We are not here for coffee. We were just tired from shopping, so we found a coffee shop to sit in

.”

Nathaniel relaxed a little, but his eyes didn’t move away from her face. “And then?”

“Then we go to play cards. What else can I do? I usually just go shopping and have afternoon coffee.”

After saying this, Winifred suddenly reacted and looked at Nathaniel with bright eyes. “My good son, ar

e you worried. that I have run out of money? Well, I do have a tight budget recently. Usually, I go shoppi

ng with my friends, drink coffee, play cards, and have spent almost all the money. Look, why don’t you

give me more?”

Nathaniel’s expression was grave, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Winifred spent money too quickly, not because he couldn’t afford it, but because Nathaniel didn’t want

her to squander money without restraint.

Winifred was addicted to playing cards. If she had more money, maybe she would go to Las Vegas with

someone to gamble.

“The pocket money I gave you is enough for your daily expenses. If I give you more, grandpa will say s

omething about it, so I will cut off your allowance first.”

Nathaniel stood up and didn’t say anything more to Winifred. He tidied up the nonexistent wrinkles on h

is clothes, turned around, and walked toward the door. “I still have things to do at the company, so I’ll b

e leaving now.”

“Hey, aren’t you going to have a meal with me?” Winifred asked.

Nathaniel didn’t even look back.

“What? My own son doesn’t give me money?” Winifred muttered with dissatisfaction.

Nathaniel heard Winifred’s complaint, but he didn’t take it seriously. He went straight to the car parked

by the

roadside.

Alfred had been waiting in

the car. He got out of the car at once. Seeing the unhappy expression on Nathaniel’s face, he knew tha

t Nathaniel must have had a bad time with Winifred.

Cet Bonus!

“Send another group to investigate in secret.” Nathaniel got in the car and said coldly, “There was a trai

tor in those people earlier. Find him as soon as possible.”

Alfred didn’t dare to say anything and said hurriedly, “Yes!”

“Also.”

Alfred looked at Nathaniel, waiting for his next order.

Nathaniel furrowed his brows, closed his eyes, and tapped his finger on his knee.

Because of Nathaniel’s silence, the atmosphere in the car became tense, as if there was less air.

Alfred was so scared that he didn’t dare to make any noise. He quietly loosened his tie. At this time, Na

thaniel spoke.

“Have you found out the truth about the fake pregnancy?”

Alfred looked at Nathaniel with embarrassment.

“Not yet?” Nathaniel opened his eyes slowly, his expression solemn, and his tone was extremely cold. “

Mr. Whitehead, do you know how your work is?”

Alfred immediately lowered his head. “I am sorry, Mr. Webster. It was my negligence. Because there wa

s a mistake in the last investigation, I want to be more careful… It is my fault!”

“I will give you one last week!”

Nathaniel looked at Alfred with his sullen eyes, “If you still can’t find out, you won’t be able to work for m

e!”

“Yes, yes, yes! I will find out within a week!”

Alfred was sweating profusely and hurriedly agreed.

Being fired by Nathaniel was the last thing Alfred wanted to do…