For someone so young, her medical skills were astounding.


    Marshall pouted. "Natalie, don''t I get a gift?"


    Natalie rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small, ck pill, handing it to him. "A st resort'' pill. Want it?"


    "Marshall, I know you love racing, and it can be dangerous. Always check your car before you get in."


    Marshall''s eyes flickered. He took the pill with a grin. It might just save his life one day.


    Natalie watched him take it, a cold glint in her eyes. That pill was meant for


    Jerome Scott, the eldest of the Scott brothers. But he would never believe her. In her past life, she had noticed something was wrong with his car and warned him, but he had dismissed her. After the crash, he and Joanna had turned on her, iming she was the culprit.


    Joanna was a resourceful and maniptive woman. Take the recent events, for example. If Natalie hadn''t been prepared, she would never have been able to clear her name. Joanna was not only cunning but also skilled at winning people over. Her delicate appearance made men want to protect her, and many werepletely devoted to her. The four Scott brothers doted on her, obeying her every whim.


    This time, she would not interfere with what was toe.


    "Natalie, what are you thinking about?" Marshall''s yful voice broke through her thoughts.


    Natalie snapped back to reality, looking at his devilishly handsome face. She smiled faintly. “Nothing. I was just thinking about the uing car race. I heard you''re a fan. Could you take me to see it?" She loved racing too, but this time, she just wanted to watch Jerome destroy himself. That man had always been incredibly hostile toward her.


    Marshall and Mrs. Spencer Sr. exchanged a surprised look.


    Marshall grinned. "Natalie, you like racing?"


    Natalie''s expression returned to normal, her smile gentle. "I like to watch." Her grandfather would never let her on the track, afraid she''d get hurt. If she dared, he would be furious.


    Mrs. Spencer Sr. looked at her grandson. "Marshall, that''s easy enough. Just take Natalie to the track with you."


    Marshall always listened to his grandmother; she doted on him the most. He smiled. “Of course, Grandma. I''ll take Natalie and let her experience the thrill of high-speed racing."


    "Good, good. You young people have your fun. I''m too old for that." Mrs. Spencer Sk''s expression suddenly turned serious. "Natalie, you said there was someone behind Joanna. Who is it? I''ve been investigating for a long time and found nothing. I''m certain she was the one who put something in my water."


    Natalie thought for a moment. In her past life, the Spencer family was devoured by the person behind Joanna a year from now Grandma, it won''t be long. That person will appear soon. You must be careful this year."


    This was what Mrs. Spencer Sr. hade to hear. She had consulted a fortune-teller who had predicted a great cmity for her and the


    r family this year


    She had


    She


    already survived one close call. Natalie''s warning solidified her


    ns.


    Marshall''s eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at Natalie''s slightly flushed, breathtakingly beautiful face. Even in casual clothes, she was stunning. Her


    natural beauty made any outfit look good.


    He was curious about one thing and didn''t hesitate to ask. “Natalie, how did you find out there was someone behind Joanna?"