The assistant wiped sweat from his forehead and said anxiously, "Mr. Spencer, the initial report was against Marshall, but in the end, that batch of raw materials was found piled up at our construction site."


    At that, Yves understood.


    He had been outyed by that kid again.


    "Damn that punk! He dared to scheme against me.”


    Natalie scoffed, “Mr. Spencer, weren''t you the one who tried to scheme against Marshall first?"


    Yves'' head snapped toward Natalie. He felt there was more to this woman than met the eye. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Ms. Sanders, what do you mean by that?"


    Natalie''s clear eyes were coated with a thinyer of frost. "Mr. Spencer, secrets have a way ofing to light."


    Natalie gave him a meaningful, cold smile.


    "Mr. Spencer, I''ll be waiting for you to try to kill me next time. But it won''t be so easy


    to get out then. Feel free to try anytime."


    With that, Natalie turned and walked away.


    "Natalie, you bitch..."


    SLAP! Yves struck his son across the face.


    Maxwell had never been hit by his father before. The p stunned him. He stared at his father in shock. "Dad... you... you hit me?"


    "I hit you because you''re a fool! Didn''t you understand what Natalie just said? She let you go this time because she''s waiting for you to make an even bigger mistake, the kind you can''t get out of."


    What a vicious woman.


    "Dad, she''s evil. I''ll find a way to kill her," Maxwell vowed, a murderous glint shing in his eyes.


    Yves sensed something was off about this whole situation. How did that brat Marshall know about the HenSen Group affair?


    And how did he manage to turn it back on them?


    That kid never went to the construction sites. He had secretly partnered with the HenSen Group CEO, whose materials were all substandard.


    He bought them all at a low price, pocketed a hefty sum, and nned to ruin his older brother in the process. It was supposed to be a win-win.


    But in the end...


    "Damn it, where did it go wrong?"


    His strange gaze was cold and fierce.


    Maxwell saw his father''s worried expression and asked, "Dad, what do we do now?"


    Killing Natalie now was out of the question.


    He had to find another opportunity, and he wouldn''t be stupid enough to do it himself again.


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    Yves left quickly with his assistant.


    Maxwell was left standing alone at the police station entrance.


    "Hey! Dad, I''m not in the car yet!"


    Maxwell was furious. Had his dad abandoned him?


    Natalie drove up and stopped in front of Maxwell. She rolled down the window and said with a bright spoile, "Mic-Spencer don''t forget to tell the person behind you toe up with a better n next time, okay?"  s?novels


    Maxwell was horrified, his bloodshot eyes staring at Natalie as if he''d seen a ghost.


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    But Natalie''s car had already driven away.


    From her rearview mirror, Natalie nced at the reporters waiting not far away and smiled faintly.


    Maxwell, this is where hell begins.


    Maxwell kicked a tree by the roadside in frustration.


    "Damn it, Natalie, I want you dead! Just you wait!"


    He shouted this just as a reporter went live in front of him.


    The reporter was startled by his outburst.


    He mustered his courage and asked,


    "Mr. Spencer, how were you


    released? Did your father''s influence


    force Ms. Sanders to settle?"


    The question enraged Maxwell. His eyes turned red with fury. "Get lost! None of


    your business! Get the hell away from me!"


    Several other reporters rushed over to broadcast the scene.