"Alright." Natalie looked at Hector''s pained expression. He stepped forward and hugged him. "Thank you, Hector."


    "Nat, don''t ever feel bad for those bastards in the Langley family. If you want to know anything, there''s no need to be polite with Grace. I can send someone over to make her spill everything," Hector said.


    He hugged Natalie carefully in his arms. If only Natalie had grown up with them, she wouldn''t have had her blood drained by the Langleys, nor would she have been exploited for so many years.


    "There''s no need for that. She''lle begging for me to talk to her." Natalie


    smiled faintly. She pulled out her phone and waved it at Hector. "The moment you sshed the tea at her and cursed her out, I had already made the arrangements. For now, let''s head to the hotel and get some proper rest."


    "Alright."


    Hector hade along on this trip to assist Natalie, but neither of them had expected that Laura''s Umbrahex would somehow be linked to the Langleys.


    The connection only proved one thing, which was Grace had been scheming for years.


    However, without knowing her true motives, no one could be certain whether other people were involved in this. Especially now that Cassie was missing, Cindy was dead, and the Langleys trying to silence Julie, everything pointed to a much deeper conspiracy.


    Natalie and Hector continued talking. When they entered the car, they instructed Ynda to drive them to the Four Seasons Hotel.


    Back at the Langley residence, Grace sat motionlessly on the couch for a long time. She only returned to her senses when a helper called out to her cautiously.


    "Mrs. Langley Senior, Ms. Natalie has left," the helper said carefully. "Shall we still prepare breakfast for her?"


    "No need." Grace waved her hand wearily. "Has Victor and Diana woken up yet? Wake them up. I need to speak with them."


    The helper hesitated, and her expression shifted. After a while, she shook her head and said cautiously, "Mrs. Langley Senior, while you were speaking with Ms. Walker earlier, they were already downstairs. They... they..."


    "What about them?" Grace pulled a tissue and wiped the tea off her face. "Speak up! Why are you stuttering?"


    The helper mustered her courage and replied, "They were hiding by the stairs. They were likely eavesdropping on your conversation with Ms. Walker."


    "What?" Grace shot up from the sofa in shock. "Where are they now?"


    The helper trembled in fear but forced herself to respond, "They left through the back door just moments ago."


    Grace slumped back onto the couch, waving a hand to dismiss the helper without saying another word.


    Once Grace was alone, she pressed her fingers against her forehead. After a moment of thinking, she entered her room. Then, she opened a safe and retrieved a phone that had been switched off for years.


    She plugged it in to charge, and after a few minutes, powered it on. After waiting for a while, she entered the passcode to unlock it and opened the contact list. There was only one number inside without a saved name.


    Grace dialed the number. The phone rang for a while before it was answered.


    "Speak. What is it?" The voice on the other end was impatient, showing no attempt to conceal their irritation. "Didn''t I tell you not to contact me?"


    "Victor might have found out that he''s not my biological son," Grace''s voice trembled. "Tell me, how is my daughter?"


    The voice on the other end sneered. "So what if he knows? He''s just an orphan that you raised. You even gave him a wife and family. Even if he finds out now, what can he do about it?"


    "I''m asking you, what happened to my daughter?" Grace no longer could control her emotions. "Back then, you used my daughter to threaten me. If you hadn''t taken her away, I would never have done all of this!"


    "Oh? Are you ming me now?" That person chuckled coldly. "Grace, if you weren''t so greedy for wealth and power, would you have even agreed to work with me?


    "Everything that''s happening now is the result of your own choices. Just behave and your daughter will live. If not...


    "Let''s see, there are so many ways to torture a person. I''m actually having trouble deciding!"


    "You"


    "Grace, just behave yourself. Otherwise, you might have to collect your daughter''s corpse. Or maybe, you won''t have to do that as she''ll be


    busy travelling the world, watching you from afar. Who knows?


    With that, the call ended.


    Grace clutched the phone and copsed onto the floor. "Megan... Megan... No! I


    can''t let anything happen! I can''t let anything happen to her!"


    Tears streamed down her face. She turned off the old phone and grabbed her usual phone. Then, she dialed Victor''s number.


    "Victor, where are you and Diana? Why aren''t you two having breakfast with me?"


    Grace tried to sound normal but this time, Victor had lost all respect for her.


    "Mom, Diana and I are outside. We''re meeting with Natalie. You can have breakfast by yourself."


    "Victor, why are you meeting her? Come back right now!"


    "Mom, I''m not even your biological son. I don''t think I deserve to carry the Langley name."


    Victor''s cold voice rang in her ears. Before she could say anything, he hung up.


    "You ungrateful bastard!" Grace hurled her phone onto the bed. She had raised Victor, but time after time, he defied her.


    Her mind was a mess. An ominous feeling crept over her. She felt that things were slowly slipping out of control.


    "What do I do? What should I do?"


    Suddenly, the phone that she hurled onto the bed rang, making her jump in shock. She looked at the screen and quickly picked it up.


    "Hello, Lilith. What is it?"


    "Mrs. Langley Senior, bad news! Selena had transferred all ourpany''s.orders and contracts


    ourpetitors at rock-bottomet


    prices! We can''t find her anywhere, but all our business partners have been switched."


    Grace felt utterly drained. Ever since Natalie left, Langley Group had been on the brink of copse. She had been hospitalized several times from the stress.


    Each time she managed to be discharged and had to clean up the mess, Selena would create another problem.


    "I understand. Inform everyone that I''ming over for an emergency meeting." "Understood, Mrs. Langley Senior."


    After hanging up, Grace sat on the bed and thought for a while. In the end, she decided to call Natalie''s number.


    The call rang, but Natalie didn''t pick up. It continued ringing until it was automatically disconnected.


    Natalie had said it herself, that she


    would make Grace beg her to go


    back to talk. If Grace was going to


    beg, how could Natalie let her seed on the first try?