It was like having her arms broken. With no other choice, she had to resort to acting


    to earn money.


    ...


    Meanwhile.


    Natalie agreed to mediation, epted a sum of money, and consented to let Maxwell go.


    As for Maxwell assaulting an officer, Natalie had no idea how Yves resolved it.


    Just as the news broke about his father''s housing development being in trouble, Maxwell was released from the police station.


    Maxwell had been locked up for a few days. Aside from his messy hair, he seemed to be in good spirits.


    The moment he saw Natalie, his eyes turned fierce and bloodthirsty, enough to make one''s blood run cold.


    But Natalie was unfazed. Instead, she offered him a faint smile. "Mr. Spencer, you look like you want to eat me alive."


    Maxwell trembled with rage, his eyes sharp, the murderous intent within them making it seem like he wanted to devour her whole.


    “Natalie, you just wait. I will end you," he said, a cruel smile twisting his lips. Natalie returned his smile with one of her own, equally cruel and cold.


    For a minor offense like this, he would only be locked up for a short time. If hemitted a major offense next time, it could be for life.


    When people get too arrogant, they inevitably bring disaster upon themselves. "Mr. Spencer, wee to the game."


    If he didn''t join, the rest of the show wouldn''t be as interesting.


    Natalie''s words were crystal clear, spoken in a low, eerie tone, and a powerful, icy aura radiated from her.


    Maxwell could feel it distinctly. It was killing intent.


    "Maxwell, being used as a pawn seems to be something you enjoy. In that case, I hope you''ll be a good pawn next time, too."


    Natalie''s smile was mischievous and cool.


    That light smile made her entire facee alive with vibrant beauty.


    Maxwell was taken aback. What did she mean by that?


    Yves was also stunned. He looked at Natalie with a newfound wariness.


    "Natalie, what are you trying to say? My son is being used as a pawn?"


    His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he looked at his hot-tempered son with a sense of helplessness.


    He had spent a million before Natalie agreed to settle.


    What was most infuriating was that he had been yed by his older brother.


    Thend in the western suburbs had been snatched by his brother, and he had beenpletely unaware.


    Initially, his brother had asked him to bid on thatnd, and the paperwork had deliberately been put in his name.


    He never expected his brother to find out and silently take it back.


    His brother was truly despicable. Why didn''t that ident abroad just kill him?


    Natalie nced at him, noting the murderous look in his eyes, and frowned slightly.


    The Yves family was truly rotten.


    "Mr. Spencer, you should probably be more concerned about your project It''s been revealed that your project used substandard building materials, and the media has already exposed it."


    Natalie''s smile was wicked, her eyes curving into crescents, giving her a sly look.


    Yves was jolted. What was going on?


    "Sir, bad news! Someone reported


    the Spencer Group for using materials that don''t meet national standards. That batch of materials is piled up at the new development.


    "Everything has been seized, and construction has been halted for investigation," Yves'' assistant said, running over.


    Yves was in shock, unable to believe it was his project that was in trouble.


    No, he must have been so angered by his son that he was hearing things.


    Hispany couldn''t be in trouble. For years, his older brother had lost to him. He couldn''t fail now.


    He looked at his assistant''s anxious


    expresat possible? Shouldn kit be


    expression and demanded, "How... how is


    Marshall''s project that''s in trouble? How could it be mine?"