“Ugh, you''re disgusting! You''re a piece of trash who''ll sleep with anyone, young or old. I would never be interested in you. I only came in here because you were dressed like Natalie. If I''d known it was you, I wouldn''t have even nced in your direction. The sight of you makes me sick."


    Marshall was furious. This woman had set him up. His words were sharp, and Joanna looked utterly humiliated, her sobs growing more intense. "Marshall, I will also report your nder against me and Mr. Wilson to the police."


    Marshall clenched his fists, a murderous glint in his eyes. He remembered Natalie saying that a couple of photos wouldn''t be enough proof. That old bastard Mr.


    Wilson always had a few young cronies following him around; after today, Marshall would find a chance to expose their dirty dealings. Mr. Wilson could probably find an excuse to brush this aside.


    Looking at Natalie, Marshall put on a pleading tone. “Natalie, my legs feel weak. Can you help me up?" Her scent was intoxicating; he just wanted to curl up in her arms and sleep.


    As Natalie stood up to help him, Matthew quickly stepped in, cing a hand on Marshall''s shoulder. "I''ll help you."


    Marshall shot him a re. Why would he want some old guy''s help? But now wasn''t the time for banter. He suddenly pointed at Joanna and said to Natalie, "She tried to seduce me. She''s ruined my good name. I''m calling the police. I want my reputation back."


    Natalie was speechless. Sir, you need evidence to turn this around. With Sebastian involved, this was going to be difficult. They had coordinated this perfectly, not to mention Mr. Wilson was also part of it.


    Still, Natalie took out her phone and dialed the police. She was taking a gamble, hoping Luna had found some evidence.


    When Joanna saw Natalie making the call, she was stunned.


    Mrs. Spencer Sr., having seen Natalie arrive, had already slipped out and instructed her assistant to get the surveince footage as quickly as possible.


    Mr. Wilson then stepped forward, his sharp gaze fixed on Marshall''s


    ???


    defiant face. "Marshall, you are incredibly arrogant. You were the one who assaulted Joanna, yet you im she tried to seduce you. Itt seems you won''t admit it until you''re cornered."


    "Did you forget that every room here is equipped with security cameras? Everything


    you did after you came in was recorded."


    Marshall frowned. He had felt unwell


    on his way upstairs. He saw


    1.n


    "Natalie" and wanted to ask for her help, but he couldn''t remember. anything after that He had been disoriented. Anything he did in that state wasn''t intentional.


    He gave a wild, wicked grin as he looked at Joanna''s pitiful face. Without context, he might have felt sorry for her, but now, the sight of her just disgusted him. Joanna met his gaze, a flicker of panic in her eyes.


    Marshall spoke calmly. "Mr. Wilson,


    if there''s a recording, it must have also captured my disorientation, right? It would show that I was drugged. Actions taken while


    one''s right mind aren''t one''s


    And since someone drugged me, the príme suspect is Joanna She has a history of scheming against my grandmother and even arranged for a car to hit my nomother''s bodyguard. That''s attempted murder. If you insist on involving the police, Joanna''sfortable life is over."


    Mr. Wilson, looking like a cunning old fox, narrowed his eyes. He weighed Marshall''s words, his gaze shifting to Joanna.


    Joanna cried, “Mr. Wilson, he and Natalie are just trying to frame me! I didn''t do any of those things. Please, just call the police!"