Marshall had brought ten bodyguards with him. The grand hall of the Scott family estate was packed, a sea of dark suits and grim faces.


    As Natalie and her group walked in, Joanna ran over, crying, and threw herself into Sebastian''s arms.


    "Sebastian, you''re finally here! You have to help me! I never did anything to harm the Spencer family."


    Sebastian gently patted her back, but his eyes were drawn to Natalie. Her


    expression waspletely detached, void of any emotion. A nameless fire ignited


    in his gut.


    "Natalie, why did you frame Joanna?" Nathan was the first to attack.


    Wendy, who had been feeling a sliver of guilt, lost itpletely when she heard the two men had used Natalie.


    "Natalie, why are you so wicked? I should never have given birth to you. If I had known you would turn out like this, I would have smothered you in your crib," Wendy said, looking at Natalie with a mixture of hatred and disappointment.


    Her words struck Natalie like a physical blow, wounding her deeply.


    Queena felt a sharp pain in her own heart. How could a mother say such things?


    Meanwhile, Joanna, still nestled in Sebastian''s arms, allowed a triumphant smile to cross her lips. Today is the day you die, Natalie. She had known Marshall woulde looking for her, so she had made arrangements in advance.


    Marshall saw Natalie arrive. That woman... she had humiliated him so thoroughly the other night. Today, he would make her pay. Attempted murder for hire-she was going to prison.


    He gave her a lecherous smirk. "Natalie, you were pretty full of yourself that night, weren''t you? So tough, breaking both my arms and pping me ten times. I bet you didn''t think I''d find evidence, did you? You were behind it all, and you even framed Joanna."


    Natalie looked at his idiotic expression. There were things he clearly wasn''t aware of, simply because he was toozy to investigate properly. Even a genius could be a fool.


    Just then, Marshall''s phone buzzed with a new video message. He watched it, and his eyes filled with rage. He had almost been yed by Joanna again.


    Queena smiled sweetly. "Mr. Scott, perhaps we should call the police first? With them here, things will be fair."


    Marshall''s eyesnded on Queena. What a beautiful woman. "Alright. A request from a beauty must be granted. Let''s call the police."


    He took out his phone to make the call.


    Hearing this, the two men kneeling on the floor panicked.


    One of them pointed a shaky finger at Queena and yelled, "Natalie, you''re the one


    who hired us! You should be the one going to jail!"


    Queena froze.


    Everyone in the room stared in stunned silence.


    Joanna''s eyes darkened. That idiot. How could he...


    Queena gave a mischievous smile. “I certainly didn''t hire you. Take a good look at


    my face. Are you sure it was me who personally gave you the order?"


    The man, terrified of the police, was desperate to shift the me. "Yes, it was you Natalie recognize you? You gave us five hundred thousand each and told us to hit Mrs. O


    Spencer''s bodyguard''s car


    Joanna was in shock.


    Nathan looked like he wanted to kill the two fools. How could they mistake the person?


    "Hah..." Queena''s eyes shed with


    anger


    looked at the man.


    "You''re seen me before??t


    was really me


    ho gave you t


    milion dors?"


    The man wavered. He had never actually met Natalie. But since this woman was challenging him, she must be the one.


    He spoke with conviction. "Yes! It was you!"


    Sebastian''s face was grim. He pushed Joanna away and strode over, looming


    over the man. "Are you sure she is Natalie?"


    The man was terrified by


    Sebastian''s icy presence. He


    trembled as he answered, "I''m sure.


    I''m sure it was her who gave us the million dors and told us to frame Ms Scott."