I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 134

Natalie fell silent. She knew arguing was pointless, so she sat down and ate the soup.

At the hospital, a full battery of tests had already been arranged for her.

At Alexander's insistence, she underwent every possible examination, whether it was necessary or not.

The results came back showing only minor residual toxins in her system.

The doctor prescribed some medication, promising a full recovery as long as she took it as directed.

"I'm fine now. I'm leaving," Natalie said to Alexander as they walked out of the hospital, clutching the medicine.

Seeing her revert to her cool, distant demeanor, a stark contrast to the woman from the night before, Alexander let out a soft laugh.

Natalie looked up at him. He seemed to have been in a remarkably good mood all morning; she'd heard him laugh several times. What, was he happy that she'd been drugged?

"We haven't talked business yet, Ms. Watson. You're leaving already?"

The business deal they were supposed to discuss last night had been completely derailed by the evening's events.

And it was true, they hadn't discussed it yet.

"Mr. Ramirez, your proposal for a fifty-fifty split is acceptable to our company. We can proceed with the standard process from here. I'll have someone follow up."

Natalie adopted a strictly professional tone, politely declining any further interaction with him.

Alexander nodded, his hands in his pockets. "Alright, Ms. Watson. If that's how you want to do it, then so be it."

She had expected more of an argument, but he agreed with surprising ease.

Natalie paused for a few seconds. "Goodbye." Then she turned and walked toward her car.

Still worried, Arianna had arranged to meet Natalie for lunch. She only relaxed after seeing for herself that Natalie was unharmed.

"What's that on your neck…" Arianna said, placing some food on Natalie's plate. As she looked up, she noticed a red mark near Natalie's collarbone.

Natalie had forgotten about the marks on her body. She had taken off her jacket when she sat down, and the low neckline of her blouse easily revealed the hickey.

Her heart skipped a beat. She feigned ignorance, covering her neck. "There was a mosquito in the hotel room. It's just a bite, nothing to worry about."

"A mosquito?"

Arianna looked skeptical and leaned in closer. "Ms. Watson, there's no way that's a mosquito bite! That is clearly a hickey!"

The unit was already built when she bought it; there had just been a few delays with the paperwork.

When she arrived at the sales office, the manager remembered that she was an acquaintance of the big boss and personally handed her the keys. He was extremely polite, telling her to call if she needed any help.

The building was close to Pinnacle Place, practically in the city center, but the complex was cleverly designed to be a quiet oasis in the midst of the bustle.

The entire property was exquisitely designed.

It was a testament to The Ramirez Group's real estate division. It was expensive, but it was worth it.

Natalie's apartment was in the prime building of the complex. The front door opened to a massive floor-to-ceiling window offering a view of the entire man-made lake outside.

It was fully furnished, ready for someone to move in immediately.

Natalie asked the manager who had followed her in, "You include furniture?"

It was so completely outfitted, down to a coffee machine, that she found it hard to believe. The Ramirez Group's properties didn't need such gimmicks to attract buyers; many of their buildings sold out before construction even began.

The manager scratched his head, trying to figure out how to answer, when they heard a noise outside.