Yves shot his wife a look, a murderous glint in his eyes. Though they both had their affairs, a public scandal would be a stain on his reputation.


    It seemed this Natalie was not to be trifled with.


    Delia looked flustered and didn''t dare meet her husband''s gaze.


    Keeping lovers wasn''t exactly something to be proud of. If it got out, she would be theughingstock of Yaro.


    How did Natalie know?


    Natalie gave Delia a warning look, her smile blooming into a confident, almost aggressive grin. "Mrs. Spencer, if you try to tarnish my name again, I will release those videos. If you won''t let me live in peace, then none of us will."


    Delia was so choked up she couldn''t speak, only able to re at Natalie with pure hatred.


    Natalie turned to Yves, her gaze icy. "Mr. Spencer, murder must be paid for. I will be suing Maxwell for attempted murder."


    With that, Natalie walked away.


    "Natalie, don''t go! You can''t sue my son for murder! His brakes failed, it wasn''t intentional! I''ll give you any amount of money you want, as long as you write the letter of forgiveness!"


    Delia couldn''t bear the thought of her son having a criminal record. It would make it much harder for him to inherit the corporation.


    That foolish boy, he had no patience. They would have had plenty of opportunitiester, but he had to cause trouble at this critical juncture.


    Natalie ignored her and walked straight into the police station. She was here today to submit new evidence.


    She had investigated Maxwell''s phone in record time and found that he had been nning her murder for half a month, even stalking her.


    She hadn''t felt a thing. Because he wasn''t a familiar face, she hadn''t paid any attention to him.


    She had beenpletely unguarded, having sensed nothing at all.


    Seeing Natalie enter the police station, Delia panicked. "Honey, what do we do? What about our son? He can''t go to jail!"


    Yves struck her hard across the face, his expression one of disgust.


    “Delia, we may have our separate lives, and I may have a few women on the side for show, but how dare you keep men?”


    Delia heard his words and felt as if she''d just heard the world''s cruelest joke.


    She gave a bitter, desteugh. "Yves, who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that? Other than giving me a son, what have you ever given me?"


    "Why is it okay for you to keep women on the side, but I can''t have men? Don''t be such a hypocrite, okay?"


    "We both get what we need from this arrangement. Our main goal is to put our son in the heir''s seat and then we can both continue to ve as" we please."


    "If we fall apart and expose each other''s ugliest secrets, it will only hurt us both."


    "The story about the old hag using faulty materials will be exposed the day after tomorrow. That will benefit us both."


    They were united by amon interest. Even if he knew about her affairs, he couldn''t do anything about it.


    "Hmph! I know I''ll handle that matter, you don''t need to worry about it. You should be worrying about yourself right now. If your affairs are exposed, dont me me for being ruthless won''t show you any mercy. You''ve ruined my reputation, and I''ll ruin you. But I absolutely will not let you ruin my son."


    “My son is my only heir. If he goes to jail, don''t think you''ll get off easy.”


    "Now go and apologize to Natalie immediately. Get her to let Maxwell go."