"Or maybe," Yvonne continued, "Natalie saw Mr. Wilson showing Joanna favor and got jealous, so she decided to sleep with some man to cause a scene. She''s always been that shameless."


    Luna sneered. "Yvonne, we both know who the shameless one is. The bastard in your belly is all the proof anyone needs."


    Luna''s phone vibrated. She turned and walked away. Her part in the little drama


    was over.


    Yvonne froze, stunned. What did that woman mean?


    Joanna watched Luna''s retreating back, her eyes burning with fury. That woman was Natalie''s assistant. She had deliberately blocked them.


    "Mr. Wilson," Joanna said, her voice trembling, "I''m so sorry. She has always been unruly. If she has truly done something terrible, I beg you to have mercy on her."


    Dressed in a soft pink gown, she looked utterly harmless and beautiful. Mr. Wilson''s heart softened with pity. It must have been difficult for her, having an adopted sister like that.


    "Joanna, you are far too kind," he said. "Let''s go and see. If it really is that girl, I will not let her off lightly."


    This was exactly what Joanna had been waiting for.


    The group moved forward like a wave, all eager for a bit of drama. When they reached the door, the servant tried the handle, but it was locked. From inside, however, the unmistakable sounds of a man and woman echoed into the hallway.


    The guests'' expressions soured.


    "Mr. Wilson..." Joanna whispered, her eyes wide with feigned horror.


    Mr. Wilson''s face was dark with rage. "Break down the door!" he roared.


    Sebastian frowned. Could it really be Natalie?


    Wendy was frantic. What was she going to do? Natalie could be impulsive, but she would never do something so reckless in a ce like this it had to be a setup Wendy took a gamble-it couldn''t be her daughter. In the time since Natalie had returned, she had seen a mature,posed young woman. She wouldn''t be caught in such a mess unless someone had framed her.


    "Sir, the door is locked from the inside," the servant reported anxiously.


    The sounds from within only grew louder. Mr. Wilson''s face turned a shade of green. His seventieth birthday, ruined.


    Yvonne stepped forward and banged on the door. "Natalie, open up! Stop being so shameless! This is Mr. Wilson''s birthday party, not your personal brothel!"


    "Yvonne, please don''t say that. We don''t know for sure that it''s Natalie. You''ll ruin her reputation," Joanna said, feigning concern.


    "It has to be her! Everyone else is here!" Yvonne insisted. Only Natalie would do something like this. She knew the truth about what had.


    Qu


    happened six months age


    Yvonne


    needed to ensure Natalie could never return to the Scott family, or her own life of luxury would be over. By making everyone hate her, her


    secrets would remain buried.


    Joanna said no more, simply


    standing by Mr. Wilson''s side, looking tense, disappointed, and anxious the very picture of fragile beauty The men in the crowd


    couldn''t help


    But be captivated


    her innocent appearance.


    She nced at Sebastian and saw that his face was a mask of thunderous rage.


    A small, triumphant smile touched her lips.


    Just then, the butler arrived, running with a key. He quickly unlocked the door, and the crowd surged forward.


    Sebastian peered inside. There were two figures on the bed, their moans filling the air. A thin curtain obscured their faces.


    "Natalie, you are so shameless!" Yvonne shrieked.