Natalie knew exactly where that icy feeling wasing from.


    It was radiating from Sebastian.


    His dark eyes were fixed on her back, burning with a cold, terrifying fury. She''s hiring male models? Ten of them?


    Sebastian was seething with a violent, unrestrained rage.


    Natalie didn''t dare to look back. She forced herself to walk forward and saw ten handsome men in white shirts. They were all her type-young and good-looking.


    She walked up to the first one, gave him a dazzling smile, and yfully poked his chiseled chest. "How many years have you been working out?" she purred, her voice sweet and alluring.


    Sebastian''s sharp gaze shot toward her.


    Her fingers instinctively recoiled, a sudden pang of pain at her fingertips.


    The model smiled calmly, his eyes on her bright face. "Ten years."


    "Fantastic. I''m very pleased with your physique," Natalie said, satisfied. They would be perfect as models.


    She inspected each one, unable to stop smiling. Where on earth had her grandfather found such prime specimens? She was thrilled with all of them.


    Her grandfather came over, beaming. "So, Natty, are you satisfied?"


    Natalie nodded, giving them all another once-over. "Yes, very satisfied."


    Not far away, Yvonne witnessed the scene, quickly recorded a video, and slipped away with a triumphant smirk. Natalie, you walked right into this one.


    Just then, Sebastian strode over, grabbed Natalie''s hand, and demanded, "Natalie, are you that desperate for men? Hiring ten of them at once?"


    His voice wasced with a furious tremor.


    His grip was painfully tight. She winced and looked down at his hand. "Let go. Don''t touch me with your filthy hands."


    "You..." Sebastian nced at the ten models. They were, admittedly, atl handsome. This was exactly her type. Effeminat


    so damper


    effeminate. They might have some abs, but they were all for show.


    Natalie addressed the models. "My grandfather has exined the terms, right? If you agree, you can all sign with mypany. There will fashion show at the end of the year and a professional coach witbtrain you. If you''re interested, you cane to my office tomorrow to sign the contracts."


    The ten models nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Miss!" they said in unison.


    Natalie waved them off, and they left.


    Only then did Sebastian realize he had misunderstood.


    "I''m sorry, Natalie. I thought..."


    "You thought what? That I''m as depraved as you and Joanna?" she snapped, yanking her hand free.


    She turned to her grandfather, who was ring at Sebastian with piercing eyes.


    "You son of a bitch, stay away from my granddaughter," the old man growled, his voice booming with authority.


    Sebastian frowned. Who was this old man? He had tried to run a background check on him, and the man who was with Natalie before, but hade up with nothing. 4t was bizarre. The only way their information could be inessible. was if their identities were highly ssified.


    "I apologize, sir. I misunderstood," Sebastian said.


    The old man sneered. "You misunderstood my granddaughter to be some kind of loose woman?"


    Sebastian pursed his lips. He had to admit, the scene had been easy to misinterpret. He remained silent. He wasn''t good at navigating personal rtionships; his expertisey in business.


    "Hmph! Sebastian, you need to finalize this divorce immediately. My granddaughter is going to marry that Matthew boy. Stop wasting her time."


    "Go marry your precious Joanna," the old man said, showing him no courtesy whatsoever.