“Hello?” Natalie answered the phone.


    "It''s me." Sebastian''s deep voice came from the other end.


    Natalie immediately moved to hang up.


    It seemed Sebastian anticipated her reaction.


    His voice grew urgent. “Natalie, don''t hang up. I need to talk to you about something important."


    Natalie''s tone was icy. "Go on."


    Sebastian said, "Mr. Spencer said he''s willing to trade thend in Westwood Hills if you drop the charges against his son. I know you bought that other property to get into real estate, andnd in Westwood Hills is notoriously hard to acquire. You should consider it."


    Natalie let out a bitterugh. "You''re the one who wants the Westwood Hillsnd, Sebastian. Are you trying to persuade me so you can snatch it for yourself?"


    "Let me tell you, it''s impossible. I won''t let a man who tried to kill me walk free. Besides, thatnd in Westwood Hills can''t even be developed. Any decent surveyor could tell you that. What would I do with that?"


    Sebastian instantly understood what Natalie was implying.


    "How did you know there might be an ancient tomb there?"


    Natalie smirked. "I have you to thank for that. You''ve taught me so much."


    If he hadn''t killed her, allowing her to be reborn...


    How else would she know what the future held? She would never forget the moment he killed her with his own hands, taking two lives at once. What could Sebastian and Joanna possibly do to repay her for that? She wouldn''t die in this lifetime until she saw them both dead.


    Natalie hung up the phone, fuming.


    Even now, Sebastian was still trying to use her.


    She remembered that in a few years, Sebastian had bought the


    Westwood Hillsnd at a premium He poured a fortune into it, only to hearth an ancient tombter. Thes site was dered a national heritagendmark, making development impossible and costing him over a billion dors.


    With Joanna''s scheming mixed in, Sebastian''spany had begun its long decline...


    By saying this now, she wasn''t trying to warn Sebastian. She hadn''t altered his storyline, so he was still destined to walk the same path.


    But she had a nagging feeling that something about him had been offtely, especially his sudden refusal to finalize the divorce. It was bing a headache.


    Sebastian was stubborn. When he set his sights on something, he had to have it.


    The Westwood Hillsnd was a prize he was determined to im. Across town, in Sebastian''s office.


    He stared at the disconnected call, his handsome face dark and stormy.


    He looked at Sean, who was sitting opposite him. "I just thought she was buyingnd for real estate and Wanted to give her a tips How did


    that turn into me using her to get the Westwood Hills property?"


    Sean offered a wry smile. "Sir, it''s because you and the Griffiths have always catered to Joanna''s every whim. If Ms. Sanders had something that Joanna wanted, you would all find a way to manipte Natalie ?r just take it from her:


    “So, it''s understandable why Ms. Sanders would be suspicious of you."


    Sebastian frowned. He had done some things without even thinking.


    He remembered once, Natalie had a beautiful purse that Joanna coveted. He''d told Natalie to give it to Joanna, reasoning that Natalie was a homebody while Joanna often apanied him to gs and events.


    He could still recall the profound disappointment in Natalie''s eyes.


    In the end, she gave the purse to Joanna.


    And from that day on, her gaze toward him grew colder and colder.


    At the time, he''d simply thought she wouldn''t have any use for it.