Sebastian''s change terrified Joanna.


    "Sebastian, I haven''t had dinner yet." Joanna clutched her stomach, her face pale. Her stomach was genuinely upset.


    She had intentionally skipped eating to make Sebastian feel sorry for her.


    Sebastian nced down at her, his voice cool and detached. "There are no restaurants here. We''ll eat when we get back."


    With that, he boarded his yacht with elegant strides. Sean hurried after him.


    Joanna was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes, but she had no choice but to follow him.


    Seeing Natalie''s yacht sail away filled her with rage. She had thought they would spend the night here, giving her a chance to make Natalie fall into the sea ''identally'' in the middle of the night. A death like that would be all the more painful for her.


    But Natalie''s yacht had left as soon as she arrived.


    "Sebastian, can you spend some time with me tonight?" Joanna walked over to stand beside him. "Acting is hard work. Luckily, with your investment, the production team and the director don''t give me too much trouble."


    Now that she was on his yacht, she had a chance to get into his bed, but she wouldn''t let him touch her.


    The hallucinogenic powder would make the experience feel real to Sebastian. It was the same trick she''d used on Mr. Wilson.


    Lately, Mr. Wilson couldn''t get enough of her.


    The old fool would probably die from sexual exhaustion.


    Sebastian didn''t say anything. He went into the cabin and told the captain to set sail.


    In the distance, Natalie''s yacht was just a tiny ck dot.


    Of course, Natalie hadn''t actually gone back.


    After shaking off Sebastian and his group, their yacht sailed for another three hours.


    The captain had tempted Natalie with a story about a major low tide on another ind.


    That ind was teeming with crabs and lobsters. It was far from the city andpletely unpolluted.


    The water was crystal clear, and at night, the lobster dens would be full.


    So, Natalie decided to check it out.


    There was no way Joanna''s group could follow them now.


    When Sebastian returned to the hotel, he learned that Natalie and Marshall hadn''te back.


    His face darkened. Natalie had tricked him.


    She had gone night diving after all. The wound on his arm throbbed. He had Sean bring him the first-aid kit to re-dress it.


    Joanna, unaware of Sebastian''s injury, followed him into his room.


    Seeing Sebastian taking off his shirt, she moved to embrace him from behind.


    But he skillfully sidestepped her, a knowing smile in his eyes. "Do you really want to be the other woman?"


    Joanna''s face turned pale, her eyes red with anger. "Sebastian... how could you say that to me? I was the one who risked everything to save


    from that fire."


    fo


    "How could you let me be a mistress? I want to be your legitimate wife. You promised you would marry me."


    Sebastian sneered. "If I marry you, I''ll lose everything. Would you still be willing to endure hardship with me?"


    Joanna was confused. Seeing his serious expression, she asked, "Sebastian, what do you mean? Why would you lose everything?"


    "My grandfather has another will. I don''t know where it is, but it clearly states that if I divorce Natalie, everything Lown will be donated to society, to charitable organizations."


    "The moment I divorce her, the use takes effect automatically II have nothing Would you still be willing to endure hardship with me?"


    Joanna''s eyes widened in disbelief. "Sebastian, who exactly is Natalie? Why would


    your grandfather make a will like that?"