He lunged to his feet, ready to attack Natalie.
Two officers moved to restrain him, but Maxwell, blinded by rage, hadpletely forgotten where he was.
He threw a punch at the officer on his left.
Then he kicked the officer on his right squarely in the side, the force of his anger making the blows vicious.
Both officers crumpled to the ground in pain, unable to get up.
Before Maxwell could even touch Natalie, several more officers swarmed in and pinned him down for assaulting the police.
Natalie''s eyes glinted with calction. She knew how to manipte people too, how to turn their own strengths against them.
By using Maxwell''s violent temper, she''d just added assaulting an officer-a sentence of up to three years to his charges.
When Maxwell saw the calcting smile in her eyes, he instantly understood why she had provoked him.
But the realization came toote.
Natalie had intentionally set him up, adding another crime to his record.
With this on top of attempted murder, he was facing at least three years in prison. There was no avoiding it now.
"Natalie, I''m going to kill you one day!" he screamed,pletely breaking down.
Natalie watched him with a steady gaze, her fiery red lips curling into a faint, devastatingly beautiful smile. She spoke, her voice light and ethereal, "Mr. Spencer, I know your family is wealthy, but even money can''t give you the right to treat other people''s lives as if they''re worthless."
For years, Maxwell had been running with a gang of thugs.
They all called him ''Boss.''
Besides mastering the arts of eating, drinking, and partying, their main hobbies were gambling and women.
"Natalie, you..."
But Natalie just turned and walked away with an elegant grace.
Delia, who had witnessed the entire scene, felt the world go dark around her. It seemed they had provoked a madwoman.
Natalie had deliberately blown the situation up, putting it under public scrutiny. Now, even if she offered a hundred million, no one would dare cover for her son.
Seeing Natalie''s triumphant smile, she wanted to tear her to shreds.
She did it on purpose! She deliberately provoked her son into attacking the police, adding another charge to his name.
"Natalie, you..."
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Natalie cut her off coldly. "Ma''am, are you nning to threaten me right here in the police station too? I''ll pretend I didn''t hear yourst threat im not epting an Settlement. Feel free to use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve. I''d love to give everyone a good look at the magnificent Mrs. Spencer in action."
Delia''s face twisted with fury as she struggled to contain the inferno of rage within her.
She was so angry. In all her life, she had never been this furious.
Furious enough to want to destroy the world, so furious her chest ached.
She used to think people who fainted from anger were just being dramatic. How could someone actually faint from rage?
But now, feeling it herself, she knew it was entirely possible.
Natalie watched Delia tremble with rage, her own eyes filled with an icy light. Women like her always
believed they were superior. Themet
had never worried about money buying whatever they wanted whenever they wanted.
In their eyes, people without status or background were nothing more than ants.
And yet, some people would never learn to stop, no matter how steep the price.
Natalie straightened her back and walked past Delia.
Delia snapped back to reality,
realizing she couldn''t act rashly toward Natalie, She took a deep
breath, suppressing
her murderous
rage, and forced a strained smile.
"Natalie, please turn off the live stream first. I''m not going to threaten you. Let''s sit down and talk properly."
"Natalie, let''s leave a little room for civility so we can meet again in the future. Just turn off the live stream, and we can go talk somewhere else."
Natalie refused calmly. "Ma''am, whatever you have to say, please direct it to mywyer."