Joanna was stunned by his words. In all these years, Sebastian had never spoken to her like that.


    She burst into tears. “Sebastian, how could you say that to me? I only heard it from Lennon. Natalie refused to save Lennon! She had fifty million fornd but couldn''t spare one million to save my brother. If it weren''t for you, something terrible would have happened to him. She''s ruthless and malicious, Sebastian. Don''t let her fool you."


    Sebastian''s lips twisted into a cold smirk. "Malicious?"


    He turned and walked away.


    Leaving a dumbfounded Joanna in his wake.


    "Sebastian."


    Joanna ran after him. "The Spencers are offering the Westwood Hillsnd in exchange. Haven''t you always wanted that property?"


    Sebastian remembered what Natalie had said, and his desire for thend instantly vanished.


    "Joanna, if you want thatnd, I could do you a favor." Natalie''s cool voice suddenly cut in from behind them.


    Joanna turned to see Natalie standing in the cold wind. A faint, mischievous smile yed on her exquisite face. Though it looked a bit suspicious, Joanna was more interested in thend Natalie was offering.


    She smiled. "Natalie, what do you mean by that?"


    Could it be that she still wanted to be epted back into the Scott family, so she was making a gesture of goodwill?


    Natalie''s deepest desire was for family affection. Joanna had always known this, which was why she consistently targeted her greatest vulnerability.


    Watching Natalie secretly wipe away tears over the past two years had brought her immense satisfaction.


    Natalie would always be a loser in her eyes.


    Natalie walked toward them with a smile. Seeing the tears on Joanna''s face, she nced at Sebastian. “Well, well, Mr. Griffith. Did you make your first love cry? Look at her, so pitiful and delicate. It really tugs at the heartstrings.”


    Sebastian frowned at her. "What are you doing here? You''re injured, shouldn''t you be resting?"


    Natalie was speechless for a moment.


    She gave a cold, mocking smirk. "I''m not Joanna, who needs to be rushed to the hospital for a paper cut."


    Sebastian fell silent.


    He stood there, watching her impassively.


    Her gaze, however,nded on Joanna with a smile. "Joanna, if you buy thatnd, I''ll forgive Maxwell."


    Setting traps for Joanna was her new favorite pastime.


    Joanna frowned. "But Sebastian really wants the Westwood Hillsnd too. Aatalie, if you just fer Maxw wine!! go, couldn''t thend be given to Sebastian for free?"


    What was Natalie up to?


    Offering it to her like this? She was up to something; it felt like a trap.


    Her eyes grew wary as she looked at Natalie.


    Natalie''s recent behavior had made her increasingly cautious.


    "Are you and Maxwell close?" Natalie asked with a smile.


    Her injured arm throbbed with a dull pain. She had finished her work and decided to take a walk, only to run into these two.


    She''d arrived just in time to hear Joanna''s words. So, Sebastian really did want the Westwood Hillsnd.


    "Not at all. Natalie, I''m just trying to help Sebastian," Joanna exined with a smile.


    né


    "Oh, for his sake? But why should help a cheating lowlife like him? Besides Yves doesn''t have the final say on thatnd. The decision rests with Marshall."


    "Yves'' offer was just a bluff. If you want it, I can get Marshall to sell it to you."


    She suspected Sebastian was finally seeing through some of Joanna''s schemes.


    That would exin his strange


    behaviortely, and his doct


    divorce. She needed these


    stay entangled so she could, finally get her divorce and live her own life.


    She had always been an adrenaline junkie, drawn to things like racing, motorcycles,


    and diving. Those were the things she loved.