“Oh?” Natalie raised an eyebrow, a happy glint in her eyes. “When I called you earlier, your uncle Yves wanted to give me thatnd in exchange for me letting his son go."


    Marshall grew tense. He had been targeted so muchtely that he was constantly on edge.


    He was dressed in a white jacket and light-colored jeans, looking refined and carefree.


    He asked worriedly, "Natalie, what are you going to do? Are you really going to let


    him go?"


    Natalie shook her head. "Letting him out of jail isn''t the same as letting him off the hook. Even if he''s released, with his impulsive temper, he''ll justmit another crime."


    "But his mention of the Westwood Hillsnd reminded me of something. There''s an ancient tomb under that property, so it can never be developed. Whoever buys it is in for a world of trouble. That''s why I want you to sell it to Joanna."


    "Joanna wants to get into real estate too. She had her eye on thend I bought from Taylor."


    "Since she couldn''t get that one, she''s now targeting Westwood Hills. If I''m not mistaken, in about two weeks, the government will announce ns for the area, and thatnd will be included in the new zoning."


    "I''m not lying to you. You should sell thatnd as soon as possible."


    "What..." Marshall''s eyes widened in shock. "Natalie, what has my family done to deserve this? Why are we having such bad luck?"


    "It seems like we''re being targeted from every direction."


    Natalie smiled. "Marshall, it''s because the wicked in this world are truly wicked, and people with pure intentions are rare. As long as you keep your eyes open, they can''t hurt you."


    Marshall was stunned. "Natalie, how do you know there''s an ancient tomb there?"


    Natalie smiled. "I''ve researched the local history, and I asked Queena about it."


    Natalie knew Marshall trusted Queena''s word, especially after she had saved his father''s life.


    Marshall was silent.


    "Natalie, isn''t Queenaing back soon? If she does, I''d like to ask her to help my family take a look at our situation. This is terrifying; we''re surrounded by schemes." He hadn''t been sleeping well.


    He was gued by nightmares every night.


    Speaking of which, Marshall looked shocked. "Natalie, I''ve been having these horrible nightmares for the past two nights. I dream that a woman cuts off my hands and feet and throws me into the ocean to be eaten by fish."


    Natalie paused.


    "It''s probably just stress. Don''t overthink it. You''ll be fine."


    She wouldn''t let anything happen to him. After all, Marshall was her most important


    ally.


    ?


    "Marshall, things are starting to look up. Your father is fine, and you will be too your grandmother is healthy your mother is happy, and your sister is doing well abroad. O


    rything is fine."


    It was the only way she couldfort him.


    She knew the oue from her past life, but she didn''t know the details of what had happened between Marshall and Joanna.


    Marshall frowned. He had a feeling it was more than just a dream. In his nightmare, the pain was agonizing and he could hear a woman''s vicious voice Marshall, you idiot, you''re just a fool. Everything the Spencer family has is mine now, haha..."


    The voice was venomous, utterly evil.


    Marshall shook his head, trying to clear it. Perhaps he really was overthinking


    things. "Natalie, I understand. We''ll all be fine."


    "About thend you mentioned, tell Joanna I''ll be auctioning it off. I want her to pay the highest possible price for thatnd, only to end up with nothing."