Seeing her daughter being taken away, Wendy''s maternal instincts kicked in, overriding any anger she felt. She ran after them, but the elevator doors closed just as she reached them.
"Natalie!" she cried out.
She bit her lip and rushed to another elevator, her heart pounding. But by the time she got to the ground floor, Natalie was gone. In a panic, she pulled out her phone, not knowing who to call. In the years since her return, Natalie''s jealousy of Joanna had alienated everyone. Sebastian had always resented her for taking Joanna''s ce as Mrs. Griffith, and with his new partnership with the Spencers, he wouldn''t lift a finger to help her.
Maybe, Wendy thought, a little scare would do her good. Maybe it would teach her a lesson.
She looked up at the zing sun, her mind in turmoil. What was this tragic fate Natalie had spoken of? She couldn''t shake the feeling of dread. But Natalie was right. If she had the DNA test done at either of those two ces, the results could have been tampered with. Nathan had never given her any reason to doubt him over the years. Was Natalie just making things up?
Her thoughts were a tangled mess.
It was still hot, even in early autumn. Natalie was escorted to a luxury car by two bodyguards. The air conditioning was sting, but she was still sweating. She was pushed into the back seat. The emblem on the car told her all she needed to know: these men were from the Spencer family. The Spencers were an aristocratic family with their own crest.
Luna had already found out that Mrs. Spencer Sr. was still unconscious in the hospital. The only way to clear her name was to wake Mrs. Spencer Sr. up. She had known she was being followed when she arrived at the club. She had known Marshall was looking for her. She had known these men were his.
In this life, she had found herself again. She would not be the doormat she was in her past life, bullied by Marshall because of Joanna''s fake act of heroism, Joanna was skilled withputers. and the only person who knew her well enough to create such a convincing deepfake video was Joanna herself.
Soon, Natalie was brought to the hospital and taken directly to Mrs. Spencer Sr.''s room. To her surprise, Sebastian and Joanna were already there.
Sebastian''s expression darkened when he saw her being manhandled by the two bodyguards. Natalie was still his wife. Marshall was showing him a great deal of disrespect.
Joanna, on the other hand, couldn''t hide the gloating look in her eyes.
Natalie''s gaze fell on the man sitting by Mrs. Spencer Sr.''s bed. His face was like polished jade, his expression arrogant and untamed, his eyes burning with an intense fire. The sight of him made her forget Sebastianpletely. He was more beautiful than a demon, with a noble, elegant, and dangerously charming aura. Some men were so beautiful they were almost ethereal, yet not at all feminine. This was one of them.
A smile yed on Natalie''s lips, her heart pounding. But a sarcastic voice cut
through her reverie, ruining the moment.
"Natalie, the old matriarch is still unconscious because you pushed her into the water. And you have the audacity to smile? Do you have no conscience?" This time, Joanna had evidence Even if Natalie denied it she could show it to Marshall and let him deal with her. These rich young masters had all sorts of twisted
ways of getting revenge.
Natalie turned to look at the indignant Joanna and chuckled. "Joanna, why don''t
you ask your own conscience that question?"
A smile yed on Natalie''s lips, her heart pounding. But a sarcastic voice cut
through her reverie, ruining the moment.
"Natalie, the old matriarch is still unconscious because you pushed her into the water. And you have the audacity to smile? Do you have no conscience?" This time Joanna had evidencez Even if Natalie denied it, she could show it to Marshall and let him deal with her. These rich young
masters had all sorts of twisted ways of getting revenge.
Natalie turned to look at the indignant Joanna and chuckled. “Joanna, why don''t
you ask your own conscience that question?"
A smile yed on Natalie''s lips, her heart pounding. But a sarcastic voice cut
through her reverie, ruining the moment.
"Natalie, the old matriarch is still unconscious because you pushed her into the water. And you have the audacity to smile? Do you have no conscience?" This time, Joanna had evidence Even if Natalie denied it she could show it to Marshall and let him deal with her. These rich young
masters had all sorts of twisted ways of getting revenge.
Natalie turned to look at the indignant Joanna and chuckled. "Joanna, why don''t
you ask your own conscience that question?"