Sebastian was bing more and more intrigued by Natalie.


    Boris stood silently to the side. They all knew the president''s unpresentable wife. The story was she was a country girl who hadn''t even finished high school. When they''d found her, she was covered in dirt. Even when she came to the city, she was just a scrawny, in-looking girl with a dark tan.


    They had no idea that in those two years, Natalie had not onlypleted her education but had also been cultivating rare medicinal herbs in the countryside. Who would have thought she was also a designer, let alone one capable ofnding a design director position out of the blue? His wife was full of secrets.


    "Sir, perhaps I should investigate. There might be a mistake."


    Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his voiceced with a cold, dangerous edge. "Are you questioning my wife''s abilities?"


    The question stunned Boris. It was the first time he had ever heard Sebastian acknowledge Natalie as his wife.


    "Isn''t Ms. Sanders from the countryside? I heard she never graduated high school..."


    "Have you ever met a high school dropout who''s fluent in foreignnguages, has shocking medical knowledge, and is a top designer? Have you?" Sebastian asked, his tone deceptively casual.


    Boris was speechless. When had the president ever defended Natalie? What was going on today? Hadn''t he always been infatuated with Ms. Scott?


    Still, to be a design director at Q&N Collective, especially one brought in so suddenly, required real talent. He scoffed internally. He refused to believe it. Natalie had a pretty face; it wasn''t impossible she was just using her looks to get by. But even that excuse felt weak.


    A thoughtful look crossed Sebastian''s face, a hint of a smile in his deep eyes. He really didn''t know his wife at all.


    "You may leave," he said coldly.


    "Yes, sir." Boris left, still skeptical.


    Sebastian took out his phone and dialed Natalie''s number. It still wouldn''t go through.


    Damn it. How long was she going to keep this up? He had to see her tonight.


    ...


    Wendy had told everyone she was going to Sova on a business trip, sending only a brief text to Nathan.


    Nathan read the message and frowned slightly. Why the sudden trip? Well, it was for the best. It meant he wouldn''t have to go home for a few days.


    He replied to Wendy: [Be safe out there, Wendy. Thank you for all your hard work.]


    Wendy was sitting in a hospital, waiting for the results of a toxicology report and a paternity test. Nathan''s message made her stomach turn. She suspected the private investigator she''d hiredst time knew Nathan, so this time, she was handling it herself. Her four sons were useless; she had to rely on herself.


    After four long hours, she finally had the results. She hade here specifically because she trusted only one doctor: her old university ssmate, Dn White.


    "Wendy, the results are in. Sorry for the wait," Dn said, emerging inchis white coat. He was well-built and handsome, with deep set features. and he offered her a warm smile.


    Wendy shook her head. "Not at all. I kept myself busy. Did you manage to analyze


    theponents of that medicine I gave you?"


    Dn''s expression turned grim. "Wendy, who is taking this?"


    She avoided his gaze. "It doesn''t matter who. Just tell me what''s in it."


    Seeing her relbetance, he didn''t


    press further "It contains a


    slow-acting poison. Over time, it


    induces symptoms. simr


    dementia-hair loss, memory


    decline, and confusion about


    people''s identities."


    Wendy froze, tears welling in her eyes. How could Nathan do this to her? That damn bastard.


    She looked at Dn''s kind, handsome face and pleaded, "Dn, please, don''t tell anyone I was here today."