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Chapter 1835 It Is Too Late

“No!” Gaspar snapped as he got to his feet. “Prepare yourself. Nightshire Group will be mine!” With that, he turned around and

stormed off.

Once the company is mine, | will wipe its existence out of this world. After that, I'll find an opportunity to send Susanne and Vinson

to hell, where all three of them can have a family reunion.

After watching the leaving silhouette with a grim look in his eyes, Vinson sent out a text.

Meanwhile, the moment he stepped out of Nightshire Group, Gaspar saw Anna waiting for him by the street, which was a feeling

that he relished in.

“What would you like to have? I'll take you there.”

Anna had done her research the past few days and knew that Maureen's Kitchen was nearby. She wanted to give it a try.

Gaspar, who had learned from his investigations that Maureen's Kitchen belonged to Arielle, was initially reluctant to do so.

However, unable to turn Anna down after seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, he finally nodded in agreement before taking her

there.

As for the staff at Maureen's Kitchen, they were well aware of Arielle’s relationship with Vinson. Therefore, the sight of Gaspar and

Anna turning up as customers dumbfounded them.

What's going on?

Those with Arielle’s contact number quickly took a discreet photo and sent it to her.

At that moment, Arielle was lying on the hospital bed while chatting with the Wilhelms. She was in the midst of persuading them to

start a clinic in Chanaea when she received the pictures, to which she responded by narrowing her eyes. What is Anna doing here

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in Chanaea? And how did she get involved with Gaspar?

Before she could figure out what was going on, she received a flurry of messages asking what had happened between her and

Vinson.

Cognizant that it was a case of mistaken identity, Arielle clarified that it wasn’t Vinson and instructed them to treat the pair as

ordinary customers.

Meanwhile, inside the hotel, Mark's eyes lit up when he saw the text on his phone.

“Linda, we'll be reunited real soon,” he mumbled to himself as he replied to the message.

Since they were still under the Duke's command, he had to make the necessary arrangements for both him and Linda to escape.

After giving it serious thought, he sent Linda another message. In less than a few minutes, his door opened, and in cLinda.

The moment he saw her, Mark—driven to the brink of insanity by his longing for her—pulled her into his arms and gave her lips a

peck. Even though the Duke had been spending twith Anna recently, Mark still didn’t dare act rashly, for Linda would certainly

be at the receiving end of any repercussions from his displeasure.

However, on that day, he had shed his fear and was no longer worried about the Duke finding out about their relationship.

Embracing Linda, he gave her a kiss so passionate that he only released her when she was gasping for air.

“M-Mark...” At the sight of Linda's usually pale face blushing intensely, Mark felt his heart skip a beat.

When he pulled her into his arms and whispered into her ear, she—with disbelief written all over her face—pushed him away

abruptly. “H-How could you?”

“Linda, if | don’t do this, we'll never have the chance to be together,” Mark lamented while looking at her.

If the Duke had given him Linda, he would've gladly laid his life down for the former. However, his hatred for the Duke was

cemented after watching what the Duke did to Linda in his presence.

Nonetheless, Linda shook her head in response to Mark's words.

During the lowest point in her life, the Duke had provided her with shelter, food, and education. As he had given her the

opportunity to lead her current lifestyle, she couldn't bring herself to betray him.

“Linda... it's already too late...”

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