Natalie''s smile was cold, her voice sharp. “If I''m not even worthy of your respect, then on what grounds are you demanding mine? And why on earth should I write a letter of forgiveness for your son?"


    "Natalie, you..."


    "That''s enough."


    Yves, who had been standing by, finally spoke, his voice a low growl.


    He looked at Natalie, and she met his gaze.


    He was dressed in a well-tailored suit. Though over fifty, he still possessed a unique, mature charm that women found irresistible.


    But Natalie could clearly see the deep-seated cunning and hidden malice in his eyes.


    "Ms. Sanders, my wife was raised in high society. She''s used to looking down on others and can be a bit arrogant. Please don''t take it personally."


    "Ms. Sanders, I am sincerely here to negotiate a private settlement. Please give me a number, however much you want."


    Natalie looked at him and smiled serenely. "Mr. Spencer, I know you''re very wealthy. You look down on people like me, believing money can solve anything."


    “But I, Natalie, am not short on money. And I will certainly not forgive someone who tried to kill me."


    "Your son''s arrogant attitude was trending on social media this morning. Yourpany''s stock is plummeting. What does any of that have to do with me?"


    "Ms. Sanders, my son is young and hot-headed. He didn''t mean it. His brakes failed. Ms. Sanders, let''s just talk this out."


    Natalie refused to settle. She knew that if she caved, Marshall would fail too. He couldn''t win against his uncle alone.


    "Your son deliberately tried to kill me. It was premeditated murder! And you want me to give a murderer like him a second chance? To write a letter of forgiveness for him?4''m sorry, but I will absolutely not ept a private settlement Her voice was filled with emotion, her eyes zing with fury.


    When Delia heard that Natalie wouldn''t settle, a calcting look crossed her face. She sneered, "Ms. Sanders, I hear your private life is rather chaotic, isn''t it? A little something with Matthew, and Marshall too?"


    Natalie narrowed her eyes. She knew this woman was skilled at hitting where it hurt most.


    She excelled at threats and nder. It was no surprise she was trying to sling mud at her now.


    Natalie smirked. "Mrs. Spencer, those men are just my friends. But since we''re on the topic, I''ve heard a few things about you too. thear you enjoy keeping a few boy toys on the side. There''s a young actor living in the Green Tree Vi, isn''t there?"


    "And an older, well-built gentleman with handsome features at the Red Star Apartments."


    "Should I go on? Mr. Spencer is right here, after all. Perhaps I should tell him everything?"


    "The one with the chaotic private life is you, Mrs. Spencer."


    If Mrs. Spencer wanted to sling mud, she would throw it right back, twice as hard.


    Beforeing here, Natalie had done her homework on Mrs. Spencer.


    The woman was keeping several lovers, a fact Yves was apparently unaware of.


    Delia''s face turned pale, and she red at Natalie. "You... what nonsense are you spouting? Natalie, how dare you nder me? What proof do you have?"


    Natalie watched her lose herposure, the elegant facade crumbling.


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    She smiled. "Well, you don''t have any proof, so why are you slinging mud at me? But as it happens, I do have proof I''ve ever given you the focations so, if you think promiscuous, then show me your evidence."


    She... she wanted to kill this woman.