CHAPTER 120: CHAPTER 120: RACE ME

Zane Thorne had always kept an eye on Natalie Vaughn, marking the time the moment she left the private room. It had been almost half an hour, and she still hadn’t returned. That’s why he couldn’t resist coming out to look for her.

Sure enough, something had happened.

Genevieve Joyce immediately reported what she knew, and Zane Thorne cast a glance at the so-called President Warren. At this moment, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any small fries.

"Natalie Vaughn."

"What is it?"

Natalie turned her head, a bit guilty, her hair disheveled from the scuffle, her face flushed, and her breathing slightly labored.

"Come here."

The man’s voice was deep, tinged with anger. When Natalie looked up, she met his deep, pitch-black eyes. His hands were in his pockets, looking lazy and nonchalant. Outsiders might not know, but Natalie knew that Zane Thorne was angry.

She could even guess why the man was angry.

Natalie didn’t want to go over, but in this public setting, she couldn’t make Zane Thorne lose face. Step by step, she dragged her feet until she finally stood in front of him.

Looking up, she saw Zane Thorne’s sharp jawline. He was tall, and Natalie was wearing flat shoes. At this moment, it seemed like Zane Thorne was looking down at her.

Natalie disliked Zane Thorne’s stance, and he clearly realized the issue, adjusting his expression and pulling her into his embrace.

"The injuries are not fully healed yet, why are you running around?"

Relying on her karate skills, she took down a whole team of bodyguards with no problem. But was it necessary? Hurting her own body for it, suffering is all on her.

Natalie didn’t bother to argue with Zane Thorne. She looked up at the woman who had been released by the bodyguards and was standing alone, head lowered, trembling slightly.

"Just see it as my overflowing sympathy."

The beautiful red dress was meant to be striking, to stand out.

Zane Thorne followed her gaze briefly before looking away.

"Alright, you saved her, now come back with me."

Natalie nodded, but as she moved to walk, the scene of the woman begging a bald man while lying on the ground flashed through her mind.

She was so frail, standing there trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. Thinking of this, Natalie shook off Zane Thorne’s hand and turned her footsteps in the opposite direction. She first got a jacket from Genevieve Joyce, then walked over to the woman.

"It’s cold, put on something warm."

With that, Natalie draped the jacket over the woman’s shoulders. Her fingertips brushed against the exposed skin, which was ice cold, and the woman trembled even more, bowing her head lower.

Natalie was no saint. For a stranger she had never met before, she’d done enough.

She returned to the man’s side. Zane Thorne wrapped one arm around her waist and held her hand with the other. Feeling the cold, he frowned deeply.

"Talking about others, not seeing you wearing more."

"It’s warm in the private room."

"Let’s go back now."

With that, Zane Thorne led Natalie back, but before leaving, he glanced at the so-called President Warren. Genevieve Joyce understood.

Daring to let his bodyguards go after the lady, President Warren wouldn’t be able to stay in Veridia anymore.

Genevieve Joyce handled the matter quickly. Before President Warren even realized what was happening, he was taken away and thrown outside the club.

As for the woman in the red dress...

Genevieve Joyce thought about it and called a car for her, as a final act of kindness.

The woman, however, reached out and tugged on his sleeve.

"The person just now... was it Zane—"

The woman paused.

"President Thorne?"

Genevieve Joyce’s gaze instantly cooled, his aura changed dramatically.

"I advise you not to harbor any thoughts."

The woman quickly shook her head, wanting to explain, but found she couldn’t.

If Zane Thorne knew the person his wife saved was her, what kind of mood would he be in?

The woman’s eyes wandered as she walked to the door, then bent over slowly in the cold wind. After a while, she suddenly started laughing, laughing until she was sobbing.

Passersby all thought she was crazy.

...

When Natalie returned to the private room, Zane Thorne pressed her down to sit beside him, claiming he wanted to keep an eye on her so she wouldn’t run around.

After repeatedly confirming her waist didn’t hurt, Zane Thorne finally let it go.

After a few rounds of drinks, the old friends’ reunion had about come to an end, and everyone turned their attention to Zane Thorne and Natalie.

"Sis-in-law, do you want to know about Mr. Thorne’s embarrassing moments from the past?"

Upon hearing this, Zane Thorne raised an eyebrow, with a touch of wildness and audacity.

"Tell one and I’ll give you a car."

It was a golden opportunity, but unfortunately, no one could earn from it.

Zane Thorne indeed had no embarrassing moments; every past event was part of his legendary history.

Natalie, however, didn’t believe it.

"Think harder, even a small thing is fine. If you think of one, I’ll add another car."

Natalie’s words ignited everyone’s fighting spirit. They racked their brains to think of an embarrassing incident, after all, it was about two cars.

Zane Thorne watched them, smiling nonchalantly, not worried at all, as if there really were no embarrassing moments. Even if there were, it was just about two cars. But he did react to Natalie’s voice, turning to her, their necks nearly touching.

"Want to know about my past?"

Natalie smiled and leaned into his ear.

"Didn’t I ask before?"

Someday, she would have Zane Thorne willingly share his past with her. For now, since he wasn’t willing to talk, she’d have to make do with hearing about it from others.

After thinking for a long time, none of the men could recall anything, but Shannon Rhodes spoke up gracefully.

"He was confessed to in public by a girl, using candles and roses. Does that count?"

Upon hearing this, Natalie first glanced at Zane Thorne, then at Shannon Rhodes.

The latter shrugged.

"Being confessed to with such a cheesy public display is an embarrassing moment, isn’t it?"

Zane Thorne had been confessed to by countless people, most of whom he would choose to ignore, not getting involved in those so-called confession activities. But that time, he was tricked by his good friends into going.

It even rained that day. He stood there with a cold face like a grim reaper, scaring the girl who was confessing so much that she couldn’t say a complete sentence.

Zane Thorne was interesting that way. His eyes were indifferent. He rarely regarded others, but when faced with confessions, he wouldn’t refuse harshly, ensuring the girls weren’t embarrassed on the spot.

That time when he was tricked into going, it indeed counted as an embarrassing moment.

Zane Thorne narrowed his eyes, pulling out a cigarette and biting it, still not lighting it.

"Pick something you want."

Shannon Rhodes smiled, playing with her wine glass.

"I have enough cars. I don’t want one. Let’s change it."

"What."

Shannon Rhodes put down the glass.

"I heard you raced with those club kids. I haven’t seen you on a motorcycle in years. How about a race with me?"

As soon as Shannon Rhodes finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

Everyone knew Zane Thorne hadn’t touched motorcycle racing for years, and the last time was an exception because of Natalie. Everyone was curious, Natalie included.

She turned her head to look at Zane Thorne. Would he agree?