Natalie forced a reassuringugh. "It''s nothing major. The Scotts will me me for Joanna''s suicide attempt, especially Joanna. She will definitely look for a chance toe after me."


    "Mr. Wilson''s birthday party is in a few days. If she''s going to make a move, it will be that night. Her favorite thing to do is to humiliate me in public while ying the victim."


    "That''s why I need you to follow her. I can''t trust anyone else with this. I''ll handle the ten models myself."


    "I understand, Miss," Luna replied. "I will keep a close watch on her."


    Natalie hung up and stared at the diagram in her notebook. The road ahead was only going to get harder.


    But she wasn''t afraid. In her past life, Joanna had used deceitful means to build herwork. This time, Natalie would snatch every one of those connections and make them her own.


    With a clear n in mind, Natalie felt a sense of relief and went to bed.


    Lying on the soft mattress, she opened her phone and sent a message to her family''s group chat.


    [Wayne, Grandpa, good night!]


    Wayne: [Natty, good night!]


    Seeing Wayne''s reply, Natalie closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, leaving a small bedsidemp on as she always did. Her peaceful face looked beautiful in the soft light.


    While Natalie slept soundly, Joanna was gued with anxiety.


    Ever since Natalie had woken up at her birthday party, everything had veered off course from her meticulouslyid ns. It infuriated her. She had been cooped up in her room since returning from the hospital, making arrangements and searching for the person she needed to find.


    Mr. Wilson''s birthday party was just around the corner.


    Her people were already making moves against Marshall. She had lost the Spencers as allies; she couldn''t afford to lose the Wilsons too.


    This time, she had to seed.


    If Marshall couldn''t be an asset, then he had to be eliminated. She would not allow him to be her adversary.


    She called her most trusted subordinate.


    "Hello, Miss."


    "Nora, keep a close watch on Mr. Wilson''s movements. I don''t care where he is, but I must see him before that party."


    Joanna stared out at the dark, heavy sky, her eyes calm and cold. This was apletely different person from the fragile, gentle girl she usually portrayed Hercy gaze was inscrutable, her thoughts impossible to divine.


    "Understood, Miss. I will find his location as soon as possible."


    "Good," Joanna said. "And as for Marshall, I''ve already set things in motion. You


    just need to discreetly push things along."


    She hung up, a vicious smile


    spreading across her face. "Natalie, you will never beat me So what if you''re a designer. A pathetic littles designer. I will crush you until there''s nothing left."


    Joanna tossed her phone aside.


    She looked at her injured wrist, and the memory of Sebastian''s coldness made


    her wonder where she had gone wrong.


    Had he stopped believing her? Was


    it because of the photos she had sent to Natalie But she had deleted most of these. Did Natalie have screenshots?


    Frustrated, Joanna stood up. She needed Sebastian''s support, his trust, and hispany''s secrets.


    She pursed her lips, her eyes as dark as a demon''s. She just couldn''t figure out what had changed.


    Sebastian had acknowledged Natalie as his wife.


    That could not be allowed to happen.


    She would turn Natalie into a pariah, a woman scorned by all.


    Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a notification.


    She turned and picked it up from her pinkforter. It was a video from Yvonne.


    Her mood instantly lifted.


    [Joanna, I was at a bar tonight and saw Natalie with ten male models.]