Natalie just smiled, not at all angered. "Joanna, I''ve been framed by you so many times that I''ve learned to be cautious. But Marshall is different. If you provoke him, your life is going to get very difficult."


    “I''ve already provoked him. What''s he going to do to make my life difficult? A few petty tricks? You''ve lost to me countless times. You can''t beat me, so what makes you think Marshall can?"


    Natalie nced at Marshall across from her. His handsome face was contorted with anger. This wasn''t the first time he''d been confronted with Joanna''s malice.


    "Joanna, your greatest skill is covering your tracks after scheming against people, but there are no secrets that can be kept forever."


    "Secrets aren''t secrets to you anyway. You im I framed you, but who believed it? Did Sebastian believe it? Natalie, I will always be luckier than you. No one can stop me from doing what I want."


    "Marshall is in my way, and I''ll make sure he ends up with nothing, just like you."


    With that, Joanna hung up.


    Natalie just smiled and shook her head. Did she really think she was so incredible? Marshall was furious. "Natalie, is this how she always treats you?"


    Natalie smiled faintly. "Sorry you had to hear that. I just wanted you to know that she''s serious about targeting you, so you need to be extra careful.”


    She knew he hadn''t fully trusted her. Sometimes, you had to use a little cunning.


    In her past life, she had disdained Joanna''s methods, onlyter realizing the tragedy of having a voice but never exining herself.


    But even when she did exin, no one believed her.


    The best way was to let someone see the truth for themselves, to recognize the other person''s true colors.


    Marshall had to understand just how dangerous a person who was single-mindedly plotting against him could be.


    Joanna was greedy and ungrateful. She always ced herself at the center of the universe, believing everyone should help her and that being on her side was the only right way to be.


    Marshall let out a painedugh. Looking at her smiling face, he felt a bit of anger. “Natalie, you''ve helped me so much. How could I not believe you?"


    Natalie knew from his forced smile that he finally believed her. "Let''s go. You should go back and prepare for tomorrow''s auction."


    Marshall smiled. "Right. I''ll go arrange for tomorrow''s auction."


    The next day, Natalie didn''t go to the auction. She had to stay home for an IV drip.


    Her wound had gotten slightly


    infected the night before, and she


    wasn''t feeling well. She knew Joanna would do everything in her power to buy thend, so she already knew the oue without being there.


    Sebastian went. He had thought Natalie would be there to enjoy the show, but when


    he arrived, he only saw Joanna and herpanions. He felt a flicker of disappointment.


    The Spencers'' auction house was magnificent.


    Everyone who stepped through its doors possessed either immense wealth or high


    status.


    The auction hall was already crowded with people, most of them in tailored suits or elegant gowns, exuding an air of opulence with every gesture.


    Joanna adored ces like this, which showcased her status and identity.


    In the past, Sebastian had always been the one to apany her to suchvish events. But ever since she had pressured him to marry her, he was no longer willing to take her out.


    When she say Sebastian arrive, she grew nervous. She quickly stood up and walked over to him, pleading, "Sebastian, I know you really want the Westwood Hillsnd too, but I want it as well. Can you please help me this time and let me have it?”