At home, Natalie was also watching the interview.


    She watched Marshall speak eloquently—mature,posed, and without any of his former frivolous, bratty demeanor. He was dazzling.


    In the live stream chat.


    [Early morning, scrolling through videos while in the shower. I was squeezing out body wash when this popped up. Do you know how hard it is to ''like'' a video with your chin? Mr. Spencer is just too handsome.]


    [If you had a boyfriend like this, what time would youe home? I''d never want to leave the house. I''m in love with Mr. Spencer, he''s so hot.]


    [Look at the reporter''s face, he''s gone pale. He started speaking for the people without even knowing the facts. They im to speak for the masses and for the truth, but they don''t even bother to confirm anything before asking these high-and- mighty questions. Look, he''s made my man blush.]


    [Is it possible that where there''s smoke, there''s fire?]


    Natalie chuckled as she read the wittyments in the live chat. Marshall was still the dreamboat of countless women.


    [Times are changing. Go get ''em, boss!!]


    Another wave of cleverments rolled in.


    Natalie watched Marshall''s calm and collected demeanor and smiled.


    Meanwhile.


    Marshall led the crowd to the construction site, with the quality inspection team following along.


    Joanna sat in her office with Horace standing behind her, both their faces alight with scheming anticipation.


    Joanna looked at theposed Marshall on screen and scoffed, "He''s really unfazed, isn''t he? Still pretending to be calm at a time like this."


    Horace sneered. "It''s just an act. Once they get to the site and the materials fail the inspection, the project is finished. Then, we can pick it up for cheap."


    Joanna thought the same.


    She watched Marshall''s serene, handsome face, her expression darkening slightly. This punk wasn''t supposed to be like this. He should be furious, arguing back and forth with the reporters.


    But Marshall was far too calm.


    "Is everything with HenSen Group taken care of?” Joanna asked, a hint of worry in her voice.


    Horace frowned. “I arranged it all three days ago. They''ve already pulled out, so it shouldn''t trace back to them."


    Joanna nodded. She trusted Horace''s work. All they had to do was wait for the Spencer family''s stock to plummet.


    She had bought a lotst time; this was another opportunity to strike.


    Joanna and Horace continued to watch the live broadcast.


    Sebastian and Sean were also watching.


    Sean said, "Sir, someone reported the Spencer family. Who could it be?"


    Sebastian remained silent, his gaze fixed on the live footage.


    After a moment, he spoke. "Look into it. Joanna is likely involved. She''s always wanted the Spencer family."


    Sean thought of the video of Joanna manipting the old woman and was shocked. How vast was Joanna''s ambition that she would even try to swallow the Spencer family whole?


    "Sir, as soon as the news broke, I had someone start monitoring


    Joanna. She went to this locatial


    her studio which is on the street right behind ourpany building."


    Sean was astonished. Joanna already had her own studio.


    Sebastian leaned back elegantly in his office chair, exuding azy, sexy aura that was both rational and restrained.


    A smile touched his eyes. “It seems she''s been up to a lot over the years that we didn''t know about."


    Sean, hearing this, spoke honestly. "It''s a good thing you came to your senses, sir and cut off her


    allowance Even her own parent Couldnt give her that much. You cared for her more than they did. I''m truly envious."