100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Chapter 619 Time To Unfold the Truth

Day Seventy...

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Nathan confronted Jane about her supposed 'illness', his concern evident in his demeanor. However, Jane remained silent. In reality, the illness she had was nothing more than a fabrication, a deceitful narrative crafted by Bam-Bam. Yet, a darker truth weighed heavily on her conscience.

She was acutely aware that her life hung in the balance, not because of any ailment, but because of the mission she had undertaken-to make Nathan fall in love with her in 100 days. It was a pact she had entered into with Bam-Bam, and the consequences of failure were dire.

"Do you already know about your brain tumor?" Nathan repeated his question.

As Nathan's questioning continued, Jane's thoughts delved deeper into her internal turmoil. 'I am facing the prospect of my own demise, not due to any illness, but rather the failure to accomplish my mission,' she acknowledged silently, refraining from speaking the words aloud.

The weight of her secret and the impending consequences bore heavily upon her as she navigated a treacherous path, her true motives concealed beneath a facade of deception. The soul swap, Bam-Bam's existence, and her mission in 100 Days were things she couldn't disclose to Nathan.

"Why do you even care?" Jane retorted, her voice laced with bitterness. "Isn't this exactly what you desire? Your wish granted," she added, a hint of sarcasm in her words.

Nathan, however, closed the distance between them, grabbing her shoulders. "I've already told you," he asserted, his voice firm and resolute. "You can't die without my consent!" The emotions between them were intense and contradictory, a reflection of their complex and entangled feelings.

A heavy silence enveloped them as if the weight of unspoken words hung palpably in the air. Neither of them dared to break the deafening silence that had settled between them. Instead, they locked eyes, their gazes unwavering and intense as if seeking answers, understanding, or perhaps assessing each other's hidden emotions.

Nathan's grip on her shoulders tightened with determination. "You need to undergo treatment," he insisted, his voice unwavering. "I've made all the necessary arrangements. If you refuse," he continued, a note of seriousness in his tone, "I'll have no choice but to inform Ethan."

Nathan resorted to this ultimatum, believing that the threat of revealing the truth to Ethan might sway Jane's decision. He knew that Jane cared deeply for Ethan, and the thought of causing him distress weighed heavily on her conscience.

Meanwhile, Jane narrowed her eyes at him, and a palpable displeasure flickered across her features. How could he use his son as leverage to achieve his desired outcome?

Jane had no time to argue with Nathan about this. She firmly believed she didn't require any treatment and had more pressing matters to attend to. "I've already told you, it's a NO," she stated unequivocally. "If you genuinely want to help me, provide me with a sample of Veronica's hair or anything I can use for a DNA test." Jane made a deliberate choice to shift the conversation in a different direction.

Nathan's eyebrows furrowed in deep confusion upon hearing Jane's request. "Why do you need her DNA sample?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued. "And what do you intend to use it for?"


Jane had little patience for explaining things with Nathan over the matter. "Enough with the questions," she declared firmly. "Here's the deal: you give me the address of the King Stallion's hideout and provide me with Veronica's DNA sample. In return, I'll agree to go to the hospital for treatment."

Nathan's amusement flickered in his eyes as he listened to Jane's proposal. With a nod of agreement, he released his grip on her shoulders. "Alright," he conceded.

He had achieved what he wanted: Jane's commitment to undergo treatment. At that moment, nothing else held significance. He decided to let go of any further arguments with her.

Meanwhile, Jane let out a long sigh of relief. Nathan's unwavering persistence had been a source of considerable annoyance for her. She felt a sense of triumph in successfully deceiving him into accepting her proposition. In truth, she had no intention of undergoing any treatment; she had merely used it as a pretext to bring an end to their argument.

"Thank you for letting me stay here." Jane began, her tone hurried and determined, "but I must take my leave now." She was in a rush, an urgency in her steps, driven by the need to meet Helena once more. Her primary objective was to secure Helena's DNA sample so that she could compare it to Veronica's DNA.

Nathan could only watch as Jane's figure receded into the distance. However, just as she reached the door, she came to an abrupt halt and pivoted to face Nathan once again. "Can you provide me with Veronica's DNA sample today?" she inquired urgently. "I need it ASAP."

Nathan heaved a sigh of defeat. "Okay. I'll give it to you today."

Jane just nodded her head as she took her leave. She didn't look back instead, she swiftly faded from Nathan's view, her figure disappearing into the distance.

Nathan wasted no time in placing a call to Axel, assigning him the task of retrieving DNA samples from Veronica's former residence, a property that the Syphiruz Mafia had provided her. Nathan held the firm belief that Axel would be able to find a strand of Veronica's hair or another suitable sample within Veronica's former residence.

On the other hand, Jane had already departed from the Sparks Mansion, but she found herself at a loss regarding Helena's whereabouts. In the end, she made the decision to reach out to Vincent. Aside from Helena, Vincent remained a central figure in her mission. She was determined to uncover the hidden truths surrounding Vincent's identity and his involvement in the events of the past.

'What role had he played in my tragic past, and what secrets did he hold?' Jane asked herself.

[ Vincent, where are you? Can we meet?]

Jane composed the message and sent it to Vincent, her gaze locked onto her phone screen. Her eyes filled with a mix of emotions, ranging from anger, anxiety, and anticipation to a simmering determination as she awaited his response, well aware that their meeting held the potential to unveil long-buried secrets and alter the course of her mission.