All Chapters of Struggle for a Chance: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Joanne lost her appetite due to her busy thoughts. She only finished half of her meal before resting on the sofa in the living room to brainstorming. While she was deep in thought, Nathan's phone rang in the living room. Joanne glanced at it and saw the name Jodie' on the screen. Just as she was about to ask Nathan who 'Jodie' was, he stood up to pick up the call. Joanne's curiosity sparked. She pricked her ears and listened carefully. She heard Nathan speaking gently and whispered the name 'Jodie' softly. After the other side said something, Nathan replied with an 'Oh no!' and he added, "Look at my poor memory. Please keep it for me. I'll collect it before I return to Haverland. Thank you.” Joanne asked deliberately, "Nathan, who called you? Why did I hear a woman's voice? Are you having an affair with another lady behind Irene's back?” Nathan rushed to explain, "What nonsense are you spluttering? I went to the villa on the outskirts to do some garde

After getting the photo from Nathan, Joanne returned to her room. She closed the door and observed Rowane's picture carefully again. Her lips stretched into a smile. Just as she was racking her brains on how to stop Nathan from returning to the country, a girl who looked like Irene appeared. Hence, she immediately thought of a plan and decided use this unknown girl as leverage to keep Nathan around.Therefore, she pretended to pity Rowane's situation and managed to get Nathan to bring Rowane home. Then, she would find an opportunity to carry out her plan. However, before she could execute her agenda, she had to ensure to fulfill the promise she had made. She sent Rowane's picture to her best friend, Linda, and asked to get her husband to investigate Rowane's identity.Britney and Nathan were furious with Joanne because of the incident with Irene. They were not as loving towards her as they had been in the past. Instead, they treated her coldly.She was anxious b

"You fool! Do you think you can leave here unharmed?" The grin on Maisy's face only made Deborah feel worse. She had done a lot of bad things and her instincts were telling her that something horrible was going to happen. She reached inside her bag for her phone, planning to tell Lily about her being trapped, but seconds later, all blood drained from her face. Her call was greeted by a pre­ recorded message informing her that she had run out of credit. With his eyes fixed on Deborah, Steven sneered, "Oh, don't bother. My men have made sure that you won't be able to use your phone. The only help you can call is the police! Go on! Call the police! I'll be waiting right here!" How could Deborah make the call? Her hesitation confirmed her involvement in Myra's death. He took a thick metal bat from a corner of the study and slowly made his way towards Deborah. The latter knew she had to get away, but the driver and Maisy were blocking the entrance to the stairway,

Rowane changed out of her clothes. Nathan still bought the dress regardless, but he no longer insisted on giving it to her. Rather, he held it in his hands together with the purple one. She couldn't help but ask, "Nathan, why did you buy it even though I don't want it?" Nathan laughed and said, "Since you don't like it, I won't force you. I have a younger sister at home. I've bought it for her." Rowane did not think much into it and she immediately believed him. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then, what else do you want to buy?” Nathan looked around and walked towards the more matured clothing aisle. He said, ”1 want to buy a set of clothes for my grandmother." "Nathan, you're so filial,” Rowane knew that Nathan had a grandma. She had heard from the maids who worked in the villa mention before that Nathan treated Britney very well. Clearly that seemed to be the case. Nathan took the opportunity to say, "My parents passed away early,

"You are?" Jackson looked at that person doubtfully. He combed through his memory but could not recognize the man in front of him. "It's me, Larry! You don't recognize me anymore?" The man introduced himself. Jackson had no idea who Larry or Leslie or whatever name he had. From his name, he assumed that Larry had to be one of the less noticeable small fry gangsters that he used to hang out with. "Jackson, when did you come back?” Larry asked him. "I just came back today!" "Oh, how come no one knew about your return? My bad. Since I've run into you, let me welcome you back," Larry said as he reached out his hand and dragged Jackson over to his car beside him. Even a small gangster like him owned a car. Jackson himself did not even have a  home. The comparison was depressing. However, having someone care about him was better than nothing. Jackson wanted to find someone to catch him up on what was going on anyway. So, he decided to f