CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
AUTHOR'S POV
Roxanne cursed deeply. It wasn't possible to escape NattCom was it? Wherever she went she was bound to meet someone with a connection to it. Of course, she knew Dera, even too well. She knew that if she didn't act properly, Dera would pounce on her and tear her into pieces.
"You're married to Dera?" She managed to ask, trying very hard to stop herself from yelling curse words at him. If only he knew how much damage Dera had caused.
"I was. We got a divorce two years ago" he said, taking out a kerchief to wipe his wet face.
Roxanne stood still, positively out of words to say. She didn't know if she should cry or laugh or run. What could her tears do? Nothing! It would only turn her into a willing lab rat for scientific investigation.
Finding nothing to say, she made to walk away.
