Sebastian looked down at the tablet in Sean''s hand. "Sir, those thugs who tried to harass Ms. Sandersst night were paid to do it. But they''re refusing to say who hired them."
"The four of them are in custody now. Ms. Sanders and Susan have refused to settle."
"Since no real harm was done, they''ll probably be released after a short detention."
Sebastian''s eyes darkened. "Investigate their backgrounds and check their bank ount transactions."
Sean nodded. "Got it."
Then, Sean told Sebastian what had happened at the restaurant the previous night. After listening, Sebastian frowned slightly. "You think Joanna fell on purpose?"
"It was deliberate. I was standing nearby. She''s pulled stunts like that many times before."
Sebastian didn''t say anything. "I''m going for a walk. You go prepare the boat," he said, his voice heavy.
Sebastian walked away with steady steps. Sean watched his imposing back, a little confused.
That''s it?
But he understood. Sebastian probably didn''t want to hear about it, especially since he himself had been one of the fools who fell for her act.
Sean looked at the breakfast in his hand and hurried after him. "Sir, you haven''t had breakfast yet. You need to eat, or your stomach problems will act up again."
"It''s very painful when it res up."
Sean caught up to him, and Sebastian said, "Sean, you''re the only person I can trust."
And with those words, Sean was once again ready to go through hell for him. Those two words—"I trust"—were enough to make him risk his life for the man. Sebastian turned, took the breakfast from his hand, and sat down on a nearby wooden bench. He gestured to the space next to him. "Sit down and eat with me. The view here is nice."
Sean sat down, and they each ate a container of soup.
The sea stretched out before them. The morning breeze was gentle, but a little cold.
Sean smiled. "Sir, it''s been a long time since I''ve felt this rxed. A beautiful view really can lift your spirits."
Sebastian nced at him, his expression deep and unreadable. "Sean, have Boris keep an eye on Mr. Wilson''s situation."
Sean nodded. "Okay. I''ll arrange it when I get back."
Sean looked down at the seafood soup in his hands. It wasn''t very good. To be honest, the soup Natalie made was truly delicious.
Sebastian didn''t have much of an appetite either. He turned his head and looked toward Natalie''s room.
Just then, he saw Marshall standing on the balcony, talking on the phone.
A fire of resentment burned within him. The old Natalie had been obedient and simple, always revolving eyes for no one else. She never got involved with other men. Now, she was
around him with
letting Marshall into her room.
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Sebastian took a couple of bites and then tossed the soup aside. Natalie wasn''t behaving anymore.
Sean saw this and knew it wasn''t to his liking.
He didn''t say anything and just continued to eat slowly.
He had to eat. He had so much to do every day; he needed the energy to keep going.
While Joanna was running around in a panic, Natalie was leisurely enjoying her breakfast.
After breakfast, the three of them
were about to head downstairs
when they ran into a very haggard looking Joanna at the
elevator. She clearly hadn''t slept well, her dark circles were pronounced, and shecked her usual radiance.
Seeing Joanna, Marshall grinned mischievously. "Well, if it isn''t the famous Ms.
Scott! You''re looking a little pale today. Almost like a national treasure."
Joanna was also surprised to see Marshall. What was he doing on the ind?
But the sight of Natalie reignited her fighting spirit.
"Mr. Spencer, are you trying to court Natalie? A country bumpkin like ker? You''re actually treating her like some kind of treasure? Aren''t you afraid of embarrassing the Spencer family?" She sneered.
If Natalie hadn''t deliberately sabotaged things, Marshall would be working for her
right now.