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Loving Mom 82

Chapter 82

One of the receptionists immediately softened. “Miss, I'm sorry. | spoke out of line. Please, can you not post the

video online?” The other one, clearly just as anxious to keep her job, rushed to add her apology.

“We're sorry. Our attitude was unprofessional... According to company policy, we can’t let you upstairs without

an appointment, but you're welcto wait in the lobby.”

Sharon hadn’t cto make trouble. Seeing that they'd already apologized, she lowered her phone without

another word.

Tpassed quietly. Outside, dusk crept in, darkening the glass panels of the lobby windows.

She hadn't eaten all day, afraid that if she left for even a moment, Carter might appear just then and vanish

again. She waited

silently.

She didn’t know how long it had been when the sound of calm, steady footsteps began to echo across the

marble floor.

Sharon looked up and saw a familiar figure walking toward her.

Nate saw her too. He paused at the entrance, taking in the sight of her sitting alone on the waiting area sofa,

then turned to the receptionists.

“What's she doing?” he asked, his voice laced with disdain.

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The receptionists, who clearly recognized him, still carried a trace of resentment toward Sharon, though they

now tried to hide

“Nate,” one of them said, “this woman cto see Mr. Biggs, but she didn’t have an appointment. Company

policy says we can’t let her up.”

The other muttered under her breath, “She claims to be Mrs. Biggs, but couldn't even get through to his

phone...”

Nate's face lit up with understanding. A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he stepped closer to

Sharon.

“Well, well,” he said mockingly. “If it isn’t Sharon. Or-sorry, my mistake.”

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He corrected himself deliberately. “Didn’t you say you were Mrs. Biggs? If that’s true, why are you sitting out

here instead of heading upstairs?”

Sharon looked at him, her gaze blank and unmoved by his sarcasm. She said nothing.

The quieter she was, the more arrogant Nate became.

“Sharon,” he said, his tone dripping with contempt, “I warned you last time, didn’t I? Told you to stop bothering

Carter. But here you are again, begging for humiliation.”

He tapped his own cheek with exaggerated flair. “Aren’t you ashamed?”

Sharon's voice ccold and even. “Wendy-what happened to her. That was you, wasn't it?”

Nate had shown up around her and Wendy far too often lately. It didn’t take much to guess what he was trying to

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Wendy, direct and fiery by nature, had always felt that Sharon had been wronged in her marriage. Seeing Nate

act out in front of them only fueled her anger.

Nate looked pleased with himself, almost proud. His arrogance swelled.

“So what if it was me?” he said, shrugging. “It's your friend, not you. Even if it were you, Carter still wouldn't

blme.”

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He paused, something clearly occurring to him, and his smile widened.

“Remember when | splashed water on you last time? Did Carter cut ties withover that? Nope. You know what

that means, don’t you?”

Sharon's pupils contracted slightly, but her eyes only grew colder.

Nate gave a theatrical sigh and turned to the receptionists. “Ah, | showed up unannounced today. No

appointment. Is it okay if | head up to see Carter?”

The receptionists rushed to reassure him. “Nate, with your relationship to Mr. Biggs, of course you don’t need an

appointment. Please, go right ahead.”

Nate gave Sharon a dismissive glance and said pointedly to the two women, “There's always a certain kind of

shameless woman trying to get close to Carter. You two better keep your eyes open and don’t let trash like that

slip past.”

They both picked up on the implication immediately and gave flattery-laced smiles.

“Don’t worry, Nate. We won't let in any strangers.”

Only then did Nate seem satisfied.

Upstairs, he recounted everything with smug excitement. “Carter, guess who | just saw downstairs? Sharon. Can

you believe it?”

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