A slow smile spread across Joanna''s face at the news. "That''s wonderful. There will be a generous bonus for all of you at the end of the year."


    "Thank you, ma''am. The Spencer Group''s stock has been unstable, falling steadily. The shareholders are in an uproar. Marshall Spencer is nothing but a spoiled rich kid; he doesn''t know the first thing about business," Nora said smugly.


    Joanna, however, was more cautious. "Nora, don''t underestimate him. He''s impossible to read. I did a thorough investigation on him before, but my ns failed because of Natalie. You all need to be extremely careful."


    “Understood, ma''am. We''ll be on guard."


    After hanging up, Joanna opened her door and went to see if Wendy had taken her medicine. She crept downstairs and saw her father watching Wendy drink a bowl of tonic. A knowing smile touched Joanna''s lips. So, Wendy was suspicious. But when had she started to doubt? The DNA test had reassured Joanna, but Wendy had changed.


    Seeing Wendy finish the tonic, Joanna decided not to go down and returned to her room. She needed to research Mr. Wilson''s preferences for her next move.


    After drinking the tonic, Wendy leaned back on the sofa, feigning weakness. "Nathan, what is in this? I feel weaker every time I drink it. My memory has been getting worsetely, too. I keep forgetting things."


    Nathan''s eyes flickered. The drug was working. He smiled reassuringly. "Wendy, you''ve been under so much stress with thepany, working yourself to the bone. Once we get through this, a few days of rest will set you right. Don''t worry, I''m here for you."


    Wendy looked at him, her expression full of doubt. "Is that really it?"


    Pet


    "Yes, trust me Nathan''s patience was wearing thin. He hadn''t been able to perform for weeks, and he was getting desperate. No matter what pills he took, nothing worked. The doctor said he had overused performance enhancers How could a few uses have caused permanent damage? The thought of never experiencing that pleasure again was a fate worse than death. To avoid suspicion, he hadn''t dared to initiate anything with Wendytely.


    "Oh, I see. Well, I''m going up to rest. I''ll figure something out for thepany, don''t you worry." As Wendy stood, she paused, picking up a brown bottle from the coffee table-Nathan''s usual potency supplement. She handed it to him, her eyes soft and suggestive. "Nathan, I''m going to take a bath. Drink this ande up."


    Nathan understood her invitation and forced a smile. "Okay, I''ll be right there." He watched her perfect figure sway as she walked away, his body stirring with a desire it couldn''t fulfill. He was going to lose his mind. Ande to think of it, his memory had been foggytely, too.


    Upstairs, Wendy turned and looked down at Nathan sitting in the living room. A sinister smile yed on her lips. You can''t outsmart me, Nathan. Mr. Wilson''s birthday party was going to be very interesting.


    Natalie didn''t wake up until noon the next day. Her body felt heavy and limp. She tried to turn over, but her back ached. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Sebastian. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn''t slept at all, and was still wearing the same clothes fromst night.


    She frowned, her voice hoarse. "Why are you still here?"


    Seeing her awake, Sebastian visibly rxed. "You''re my wife. You''re in the hospital. Where else would I be?" His voice was just as raspy, but tinged with anger.