The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

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Chapter 1165

It was a secret that Geert had been keeping all this while.

For many years, he did his best to stop that other soul from taking over his body. However, the results of his efforts

diminished over time. More often than not, he wouldn't even know about that soul taking over until he regained

control of his body.

While Geert would have no recollection of what that soul did, he did have a rough idea somehow.

To make matters worse, he knew little to nothing about that soul, even though it seemed to know him fully.

“Argh! I'm the owner of this body, not you! Don't even think about taking control over me! I won't let you 'kill' me!”

Geert yelled furiously while staring at the pieces of broken glass on the floor.

The broken pieces of the mirror reflected his rageful expression.

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Suddenly, Geert felt a headache so intense that it caused his legs to give out beneath him.

Geert instantly fell on his knees and cut himself up on the broken glass, staining the bathroom floor red with his

blood.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared in pain like a rabid beast, “Arghhhhh!”

The cuts on his knees got deeper as he struggled in pain, causing more blood to flow out of them.

After what seemed like forever, Geert was finally able to calm down and steady his breathing. However, he looked

like a completely different person when he got back on his feet.

There was a vicious and disdainful look in his eyes as he glanced at the broken glass on the floor. As if he didn't feel

any pain whatsoever, he casually tilted his head sideways and cracked his neck.

After that, he turned on the tap and washed his hands clean before giving Allen a call.

“Hello, Mr. Leitz.”

“It's me. I have returned, Allen,” King said coldly.

The man on the phone fell silent for a brief moment before saying respectfully, “How may I be of assistance, King?”

“How did Natalie die?”

“I began investigating her death as soon as I received word about it. Apparently, she didn't kill herself by biting her

tongue. Instead, she was brutally tortured and succumbed to her injuries.”

“What? Brutally tortured? By whom?” King asked furiously.

“By Lady Cynthia. She ordered her men to make Natalie suffer as much as possible, but they accidentally tortured

her to death. His Majesty accused her of instigating members of the royal family and had her removed from the

palace, so she can never return to it ever again,” Allen replied honestly.

“Cynthia is still as petty as ever, I see. As for Mikhail, he claims to like Natalie a lot but allows his fears to prevent

him from saving her!”

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Although Allen couldn't see King's expression through the call, he could clearly feel the latter's rage.

“King...”

“I want you to kill Cynthia, Allen.”

“I'm on it.”

“Wait!” King called out to him again.

“Anything else, King?” Allen asked.

“Make sure she suffers plenty before dying. I want her to be given the exact same tortures she inflicted on Natalie.

She had the audacity to kill someone I wouldn't even lay a finger on, so I need to punish her severely,” King replied.

“Understood, King,” Allen replied with a nod before hanging up.

King tightened his grip on the phone as he stared at the black screen.

Although Yara and Natalie both looked like her when she was younger, Natalie is the one who resembles her in

terms of personality. That's why I could use Yara like a tool in Chanaea while letting Natalie off the hook even

though she keeps foiling my plans. I thought I could clip Natalie's wings and have her submit to me this time, but

Cynthia just had to ruin everything with her selfish and petty acts!

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