At her words, a cold, faint smile touched Sebastian''s lips. "ying the field? Didn''t you have lunch with someone today? The two of you seemed to be having a good time. On you, it''s fine, but when it''s my wife, it''s called ying the field?"


    Joanna froze. What did he just say?


    Wife?!


    Was he acknowledging Natalie as his wife, right in front of her?


    "Sebastian, what are you talking about? You love me..."


    "I never loved you. If being nice to you is love, then that''s not it. I was good to you, I indulged you, I helped you countless times because you saved my life. But what you''ve done recently has deeply disappointed me. I already told you,st night was thest time I will help you. These past few incidents have cost me several projects and over a billion dors. Joanna, you need to learn when to be satisfied."


    His tone was ice-cold. He finished speaking and got into his car parked at the curb. Once inside, he told Sean, "Follow them."


    Joanna was left standing there, stunned and heartbroken. She stomped her foot in frustration, her eyes filled with hatred as she watched Sebastian''s car drive away.


    "Sebastian, how dare you not love me? How dare you love Natalie?" she muttered to herself. She couldn''t believe that just two incidents had caused Sebastian to abandon her. They were the perfect couple in everyone''s eyes. It had taken her so long to earn his trust, so long to get Natalie out of his life. This was not the oue she wanted. She wanted Sebastian to utterly despise Natalie, to the point of killing her with his own hands.


    Sebastian was unpredictable and hard to read. She had used the fact that she had saved him to make him dote on her. Had he seen through her gentle, innocent act after just these two events? This couldn''t be happening.


    Sebastian, you have to be mine. And the Griffith family must be his. She would pave the way for his return.


    Joanna gathered her light blue dress and hailed a taxi, telling the driver to follow Sebastian''s car. A strange smile yed on her lips. Sebastian, I''m not someone you can get rid of so easily. She took out her phone, and gave the dover his location to track.


    Marshall took Natalie to a private room in a restaurant. His grandmother, Mrs. Spencer Sr., was already there, dressed in a royal blue cheongsam and a pearl ne. Her naturally white hair was styled in an elegant bun.


    When Natalie entered, she greeted her with a warm, refined smile. "Natalie, you''re here. Come, sit next to me."


    Natalie looked at the kind, elderly woman and felt a bit uneasy. Thest time they met, at the banquet, she had been a force to be reckoned with, even beating up her precious grandson for her to be so friendly now felt surreal. Natalie''s steps felt a little unsteady.


    "Mrs. Spencer Sr.," she said, following her lead.


    "Lovely. Ever since I started taking your medicine, I''ve been feeling much better." Mrs. Spencer Sr. genuinely liked Natalie She


    remembered her swift moves at the


    banquet and knew this girl was not


    only open-minded but also


    extraordinary. She had a


    magnanimity that Marshall, with his


    petty nature,cked.


    "This is a gift for you. Hundred-Fragrance Pills. They can help with minor


    ailments," Natalie said, handing her a beautifully crafted box.


    Mrs. Spencer Sr. epted it with a smile, holding it like a treasure.