The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 

Alier Xaviani sent the message, le stared at the screen in anticipation of Samuel‘s reply 

Time pandeel by, but doere was not a single word from Samuel, 

What‘s taking him so long! Does he want to be our ntepfather or not? 

Xavinn lexice again: Mommy is wearing the gown the other guy gifted her! Where are you? Are you giving up now? That guy will become our stepfather if you do not appear immediately! Tlumph! 

As Xavian stared at his phone with a downtrodden expression, Natalie changed into the silver gown that Shawn gifted her. The bottom of the gown flared out like a mermaid‘s tail, and hundreds of in–laid diamond bits glittered under the light. The gown outlined Natalie’s curves and complemented her figure well. 

Xavian raised his head and looked at his mother. “You look beautiful, Mommy” 

“Of course I am! It‘s all thanks to the designer of this dress,” said Natalie as she winked at him. “I just spoke to Cecilia on the phone. Apparently, this dress was her best creation of the year, and she spent ten million to design this gown...” 

Xavian mumbled to himself, “So it was designed by Aunt Cecilia. No wonder the gown looks so pretty.” 

Ten million. I can‘t believe Mr. Watsons willingly spent so much money on Mommy. If things go on this way, Samuel will definitely lose the race. 

“Sweetheart, what‘s with the long face?” asked Natalie. 

“It‘s... nothing.” Xavian forced a smile through his bitter expression. “I‘m just worried...” 

“What are you worried about?” 

Amidst his anxiety, an idea flashed through Xavian‘s mind. He dashed toward the side table, picked up the freckled hyper–realistic mask, and shouted, “The mask, Mommy! I‘m worried that you might forget to bring your mask. Please remember to wear it tonight!” 

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Chapter 128 

“I know.” Natalie reached out to take the mask and frowned. “Sweetheart, you‘re acting weird. I thought you always hated it when I wore the mask.” 

“No, I don‘t,” Xavian replied as he fiddled with his fingers, trying to hide his feelings of guilt. If Mommy shows up without her mask and wearing this beautiful dress, she will undoubtedly be the center of attention at the gala dinner. Then, Samuel will have to deal with even more competitors besides Shawn. 

Xavian was only five years old; he was much too young to be this stressed over his future stepfather‘s love life. 

Natalie put on the hyper–realistic mask, tidied herself up, and prepared to leave the house. “Xavian, make sure you take care of yourself while I‘m out, okay?” she instructed. 

“Okay!” 

“Good boy.” Natalie turned around and put on her high heels. At that moment, Xavian picked up his phone and snapped a photo of her from behind. 

“I‘m leaving!” 

“Bye, Mommy!” 

The door shut, leaving Xavian alone in the house. He immediately sent the photo he took to Samuel through WhatsApp. 

He still isn‘t replying! 

Xavian was now beyond pissed. 

He texted: I gave you a tip–off and yet you ignored me! Mommy is going to get stolen away by another guy! You‘re going to regret this! 

After sending the string of messages, Xavian blocked Samuel in a fit of anger. 

Hmph!I hereby announce: the alliance is dissolved! 

Elsewhere, Natalie arrived at the Watsons Residence in her floor–length gown. 

The doorman opened the car door and saw Natalie‘s long snow–white legs through the slit of the dazzling gown. This girl must be a stunning beauty.

Yet, the moment Natalie emerged from the car, the doorman was shocked beyond words. 

What the hell? Her body figure was worthy of a goddess, but what‘s up with her face? 

With faint amusement in her eyes, Natalie nodded at the doorman in acknowledgment and made her way to the front door. 

Well–known figures from both the business and political fields had been invited to celebrate the birthday of Max. Security was tight, and each guest needed to verify their identity at the entrance before they were allowed to enter the residence. 

A man standing at the entrance quickly spotted Natalie and approached her. “Are you, Ms. Nichols?”