The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 145

A sudden realization hit him. That was right, he had danced with Isabella last night! But as far as he

could recall, they hadn't crossed any boundaries, had they? Could it have been an unintentional touch?

He washed off the lipstick mark with disgust.

His mind flashed back to his wife, Natalia, sobbing beneath him, looking so heartbroken. She must

have seen the lipstick mark. Damn it!

His eyes turned cold.

Magnus tried his best to wash off the lipstick trace, disgust written all over his face. No one but Natalia

had any right to mark him.

Isabella! Had he been too nice to her that she dared to touch him?

Having dealt with the lipstick mark, he quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs, but Natalia was

nowhere to be found. His pace quickened, his voice echoing through the mansion, "Linden? Linden?"

Linden, the butler, approached with a bow, "Yes, Mr. Magnus? How may I assist you?"

"How did I get home last night? And have you seen my wife?"

Linden shook his head, "Last night? I'm afraid I don't know. I went to bed before you returned. As for

Mrs. Magnus, I haven't seen her. I assumed you both were still resting after the late-night party."

A sense of unease washed over Magnus, and he quickly rushed upstairs. He opened his closet, only to

find Natalia's suitcase missing, along with all of her clothes. His heart dropped. He frantically searched

the room, finding her personal belongings all gone, except for the clothes he had gifted her and the

black credit card he had given her, lying dormant in the drawer.

Had she left him? Where could she have gone?

This realization sent Magnus into a frenzy. He immediately dialed Natalia's number, but it was off.

He recalled spending the previous night with his friend, Chase, and decided to call him. As soon as

Chase picked up, Magnus began, "Did you bring me home last night? Where's my wife?"

"Natalia? She's at home. We both helped you to your room last night." Chase replied, confused.

Magnus closed his eyes, "Where is she now? And was she upset last night?"

"Upset? I don't think so." Chase sounded puzzled, "Did you get into some trouble last night?"

"Stop with the crap, Chase. Just tell me what happened last night. Natalia is missing." Magnus

snapped.

Something must have happened last night that he wasn't aware of, something that must have upset

Natalia. He remembered her sobbing, and yet he didn't hold back in bed.

Damn it, he felt as if he had been drugged last night.

When Chase heard that Natalia was missing, he quickly recounted the previous night's events, "You

insisted on drinking last night, and you got so drunk that you could barely walk. You danced with

Isabella and she even tried to seduce you, but I managed to stop her. I drove you home afterward."

Chase paused, "Good thing I got there in time, or you would have ended up with Isabella, and Natalia

would never forgive you. I even wiped off the lipstick mark from your face, so she wouldn't see it."

Hearing Chase's account, Magnus took a deep breath. Isabella, she really crossed the line!

The lipstick mark was the last thing on his mind. He realized Natalia must have seen the mark on his

chest, which was why she was so upset. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible fist.

Natalia must have been heartbroken.

Magnus was silent for a moment, before finally speaking, "Chase, find out if Natalia has left Melfort.

She's missing, and she must be upset."

Chase was taken aback, "What? Natalia left Melfort? Why? Wasn't everything fine last night? Isabella

didn't succeed in her plans."

Magnus curtly replied, "You better start looking instead of gossiping like a woman. The consequences

of Natalia being upset are unthinkable," and then hung up.

Staring at his phone in disbelief, Chase couldn't help but feel wronged. He had been dragged into a

married couple's quarrel. But thinking about Magnus' stern expression, Chase resignedly pulled out his

phone and instructed his men to investigate Natalia's whereabouts.

Soon, his men reported back. There was a flight to France in half an hour, and Natalia had bought a

ticket for that flight.

Originally, Natalia and Lexi bought plane tickets for 6:30 in the morning, but due to heavy smog, they

changed to 11:00 in the noon. Now, Natalia and Lexi could only take the 11 o'clock flight to France.

There was still half an hour before the plane took off.

Chase's heart dropped. This was worse than he had anticipated. He immediately relayed the news to This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Magnus.

The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the mansion. Magnus had thrown his phone in anger,

shattering a window. Linden rushed upstairs, worriedly looking at the furious Magnus. "Mr. Magnus,

what's wrong? Is there something I can assist you with?"

Magnus looked up, his eyes full of anger, "Yes, get rid of everything in this room." Since Isabella

touched him and he didn’t take a shower when he came back, everything in this room had been soiled.

Linden was taken aback, "Sir?"

"What are you waiting for? I was drunk last night, and this room reeks of alcohol. Throw everything

out." Having said that, Magnus hurriedly left the room.

Linden, knowing better than to question Magnus, quickly gathered the staff and had them empty the

room.

Meanwhile, Magnus sped to the airport, hoping to catch Natalia before she left. The car roared down

the highway with Magnus pressing the pedal to the metal, cursing under his breath.

He drunk so much whiskey, and danced with Isabella, giving her the chance to touch him, and then his

wife was so furious she was about to leave him. He must stop his wife; under no circumstances would

he allow his little lady to escape from his side.

The car sped onto the freeway, and Magnus was desperate, wishing he could turn his sports car into a

plane. This was too slow. He had to get there before his wife boarded the plane.

But as the saying goes, haste makes waste. The more Magnus was in a hurry to get to the airport, the

more traffic seemed to pile up on the road.

Looking at the long double line of cars ahead, Magnus, frustrated, got out of his car and started walking

briskly forward.

He had barely taken a few steps when a delivery guy on an electric scooter whizzed by. Magnus

stopped him in his tracks, pointing at his parked sports car, "Get off. I'll trade this with you."