When Delia heard that, her eyes flew open in anger. "Yves, are you insane? You want me to apologize to her? Who does Natalie think she is? Does she have any right to an apology from me?"
She would rather die than apologize to Natalie.
People had always been the ones to tter her; she had never apologized to anyone in her life.
She was rich, powerful, the high and mighty Mrs. Spencer. Why should she apologize to some worthless girl?
Shouldn''t Natalie be the oneing to her to solve this?
Why was she the one expected to beg?
Seeing her arrogant and conceited expression, Yves let out a cold, cynicalugh. "You don''t have to go, if you''re willing to let your son rot in prison. When you''re asking for a favor, you need to have the right attitude. Look at what you''ve done. Money, status, and power are an impressivebination, but it all depends on who you''re up against."
"Natalie has nothing and no one to lose. She can throw her life on the line. Can you?"
Delia froze. She knew Natalie was a nobody who should have been easy to bully— that''s why she''d threatened her in the first ce. But the woman didn''t fall for it.
"Honey, how can you ask me to apologize? Why don''t you go instead? You know I''ve never apologized to anyone. I can''t control my temper. What if I lose it and just make Natalie even angrier?"
"I can''t stand her lowly status, acting all high and mighty in front of me."
No matter what, Delia refused to apologize to Natalie.
Yves chuckled, his patience wearing thin at her prideful disy. "Delia, how can you say that with a straight face? You''re living off the wealth your Scott family ancestors built up for generations. Natalie is a design director whose collection sold exceptionally well this quarter. After partnering with the Monroe family, herpany''s sales increased by 30% this month. Those are incredible achievements. How can you possibly think she has a ''lowly status''?"
"What do you know besides enjoying yourfortable life? It''s exactly that kind of underestimation thatnded our son in jail. If my son can''t get out of prison, I''ll divorce you. We''ll see if the Scott family wants you back then."
Threats? Anyone could make threats.
And he, Yves, was an expert at it.
Delia was stunned, her eyes filled with pain. What was this man good for, besides using her?
"Yves, for our son''s sake... I''ll go beg Natalie."
At the police station.
Natalie came face to face with the arrogant Maxwell.
He was certain his parents would spare no expense to get him out, so when he saw Natalie, he assumed she was there to sign a settlement.
"Natalie, good thing you got here quickly. Any slower, and I still wouldn''t have let you off the hook once I got out." His cocky attitude irked the police officer.
"Sit properly. How dare you threaten someone inside a police station? the officer said with a frown. Mindful of Maxwells family he kept his ton? rtively mild.
Maxwell shot him a cold re before turning his dark eyes back to Natalie.
"Just sign the settlement. You''re
fine, so don''t get too greedy. I know you''re poor, but as long as you keep the number reasonable, I''ll cover your medical bills. That way you canto around badmouthing the Spencer familyter," Maxwell said, a wicked grin ying on his lips as he looked at her.
He seemedpletely confident that she was there to drop the
charges. Dressed in a ck jac
he had it unzipped his legs swinging slightly giving him a rebellious air
He leaned back, his posture casual and unrestrained, taking in Natalie''s stunning
face.
If this woman wasn''t fighting him, he''d find her quite interesting. That face, so pure and clean, could put any starlet to shame.