"The Spencer family has been negotiating a major overseas deal," Marshall continued. "The contract was supposed to be signed today, but when my dad arrived, the other party was hesitant."


    Natalie shot to her feet. "Marshall, tell your dad to get back here immediately. He''s in danger. If I''m right, your family''s bottom line has been leaked. They''re never going to sign that contract."


    "But-"


    "No buts! What''s more important, a business deal or his life?"


    A memory struck Natalie with the force of a physical blow. In her past life, right after Jerome''s ident, the Spencer family had also suffered a tragedy. Marshall''s father had died in an ident, and the shock had broken his grandmother. Within months, theirpany was swallowed by an overseas corporation, and Marshall himself had met a brutal end. Thepany had eventually ended up in Joanna''s hands.


    Ten yearster, Joanna had be a powerhouse even Sebastian had to look up to. Not because she was brilliant, but because she was a master at leveraging the people around her to climb higher and higher. Just like now, getting Sebastian to fund her movie.


    "Natalie, I have to go. I need to call my dad right now," Marshall said urgently. He knew if anything happened to his father, his grandmother wouldn''t be able to handle the blow. In her eyes, he wasn''t ready to lead the Spencer family. And if it weren''t for Natalie, he''d still be nothing more than a spoiled yboy.


    "Okay, Marshall. Go handle it. Call me if you need anything."


    After Marshall hung up, Natalie looked at Queena, who was shaking her head slowly. Natalie''s heart clenched.


    "It''s his fated cmity," Queena said softly. "It can''t be avoided."


    "Queena, isn''t there anything you can do?" Natalie pleaded. "You have to save Mr. Spencer."


    Queena considered for a moment.


    Natalie had asked, and she was about to leave. She would help her smile touched her


    friend. As for the ten million you


    tips" "Natalie,


    just donated to the abbey, I will help you not Marshall. But we need to go to his house."


    Natalie immediately called Marshall back. "Marshall, Queena says she can help. We''reing to your house now. Is that okay?"


    "Natalie, I can''t reach my dad or his assistant," Marshall said, his voice tight with panic. "Thank you, thank you for helping. I''m at home. I''ll send a driver."


    "No, that will take too long. We''re on our way now," Natalie insisted.


    Queena gathered her things, and they left immediately. Half an hourter, they arrived at the Spencer family''s estate the matriarch, MS Spencer Sr was there, her face


    etched with anxiety. She visibly rxed when she saw Natalie and Queena.


    "Quickly, there''s no time," Queena said to Marshall. "Bring me a photo of your father."


    Marshall rushed off and returned a minuteter with a photograph. Queena took it and went into a


    separate room alone, and no on


    dared to disturb her. The tension in the house was thick, Marshall paced, unable to reach his father, while his grandmother sat frozen with worry.


    Natalie sat beside the old woman, taking her frail hand. She saw the fear of a mother for her child in the woman''s tear-filled eyes. "Grandma, don''t worry," she soothed. "Queena knows what she''s doing. She''s the real deal."


    Mrs. Spencer Sr. just nodded, unable to speak.


    A momentter, Marshall hung up his phone again, defeated. Natalie asked, "Still no luck?"