Wendy smiled elegantly, her eyes full of mirth. "Yeri, let''s not y hard to get this time. Go make them your best coffee. We''re selling thepany."


    Yeri smiled and bowed her head. "Yes, ma''am."


    As she left, Lindsay said, "Let''s go see what kind of offer they have for thepany."


    But Wendy already knew. The buyer was only interested because they had already poached some of her investors and partners. But would they really get what they wanted?


    Wendy''s smile turned wicked. After today, it was time to go home and deal with her own demons.


    Natalie didn''t go to the office; she drove straight home.


    As she approached the gate, she saw Sebastian waiting for her.


    His tall figure stood in the blizzard, straight and unyielding like a proud tree, aloof and solitary.


    Natalie found it almost funny. Ever since Joanna returned, she saw him maybe two or three times a month. Now, she was running into him two or three times a day.


    Natalie stopped the car and asked, “Mr. Griffith, can I help you?"


    She was surprised he had the patience to wait for her here.


    In the past, she was always the one waiting for Sebastian.


    This had to be the first time he had ever waited for her.


    Seeing she was back, Sebastian brushed the snowkes from his coat and nced at her injured arm. "You''re hurt. Why are you driving?"


    Natalie froze for a second. Was Sebastian actually concerned about her?


    "It''s nothing. It''s an automatic, so it''s easy to drive. It''s more convenient to take my own car," Natalie replied coolly.


    She once longed for even a sliver of his concern, but now, she wanted nothing from him, least of all his sympathy.


    Sebastian frowned, taking in her


    pale face. A faint pang of pain pricked his heart. "You let Maxwell go free He''lle after you again after you aga What were you thinking, Natalie? You''re just letting a predator go."


    Natalie understood what he meant. Standing in the falling snow, she smiled. "Sebastian, I may have been a housewife for two years, and you


    might see me as just some country bumpkin, but I''m not to be trifled


    with."


    She wouldn''t let anything happen to her before she saw Joanna brought to justice.


    Of course, revenge was only one part of her life. Her own future was what mattered most.


    “Sebastian, I won''t die so easily. Not before I see you brought to ruin. I want to see if you die first, killed by the very woman you love."


    Sebastian''s pupils contracted. "Natalie, do you hate me that much? Enough to wish me dead?"


    "I do. The suffering, the humiliation, all the insults you heaped upon me—l remember every single one. I will repay you for all of it, bit by bit. The Scott family was just the beginning. You''re next."


    "So, get as far away from me as you can, and stop bothering me."


    "When you two were doing those disgusting things... you even had the nerve to send me pictures of you in bed together to torment me. Sebastian, you are the most


    vel


    despicable man in the worldd fe?l


    sick that I ever loved you."


    “Natalie!” Sebastian roared, his voice trembling with fury. "Say that again, I dare you."


    He gritted his teeth, his anger palpable and frightening.


    Natalie flinched, startled by his outburst. A vulnerable look crossed her face. She didn''t know why she was suddenly so emotional. Was it his unexpected concern, or something else?


    She wasn''t sure. All she knew was that the moment he''d shown a hint of care, it had triggered something in her, and the words had just poured out.


    But right now, the sense of injustice was overwhelming. It wasn''t his fault he didn''t love her, but why did he have to humiliate her? Why did he have to trample all over her dignity?