She watched Sebastian Griffith''s retreating figure, her brow furrowed slightly. So, Sebastian had insisted on following herst night because he was afraid she''d get hurt?


    Natalie Sanders gave a self-deprecating smile. If something happened to her, their agreement would be void. Of course Sebastian wouldn''t want to see a prize so close to his grasp slip away.


    Natalie took a deep breath and didn''t dwell on it.


    Seeing that Marshall Spencer was about to wake up, she quickly left. After all, a man and a woman alone together could easily lead to misunderstandings. She had only stayedst night because Marshall wasn''t fully conscious.


    Just as Natalie left, Marshall opened his eyes. He smiled to himself; Natalie had


    been shy.


    But he was also terrified. In his dream, Joanna Scott had men break his legs and chop off his arms before throwing him into the ocean. He remembered the date clearly-it wasst night.


    He had died on November 27th, in the winter.


    Moreover, a terrifying man had appeared in the dream, standing with his back to him.


    Who was that man?


    The whole experience felt surreal and horrifying.


    Joanna had smiled venomously as she told him the truth. "Marshall, you idiot. All it took was a few little tricks to make your entire Spencer family mine. A family with a hundred-year legacy, and it all ended with you."


    "You were such a good, obedient dog, bullying whoever I told you to. It''s almost a shame to have to kill you."


    "But what I''d miss even more is your family''s fortune. When you die, your grandmother will have already died from anger. Your father''s car ident abroad a few years ago? I arranged that too. Now only your mother is left. I''ll find an excuse to send her to hell to join you."


    "Do you know who I hate the most? Natalie. Every time you saw her, you helped me bully her, making her terrified of you."


    "And you, you absolute moron. Natalie warned you, despite everything, to be careful of me, that I was no good. But no matter what she said, you never believed her. You only trusted me. Such a loyal dog."


    She had kicked his bloody body.


    “Tsk! In a little while, I''ll send Natalie to hell to join you. Remember to keep bullying her for me down there."


    He was filled with rage and regret.


    But he was dying, all his limbs severed.


    He had immediately made a wish to the ocean, "Joanna, if there is a next life, I will make you wish you were dead."


    The dream ended there.


    He hadn''t known that he had bullied Natalie.


    If it weren''t for that dream, he would have had no idea. He only knew because


    Joanna had mentioned it.


    "Ahhh..." Marshall cried out in anguish. The pain and fear felt so real.


    Who says men don''t get scared?


    Everyone is born of a mother and father, made of flesh and blood. So, he had moments of fear, too.


    Andst night, he had been truly terrified.


    There was only one possible


    exnation for how Natalie knew


    what was going to happen both he


    and Natalie carried memories from a


    past life.


    That''s why, in this life, Natalie had saved his grandmother first, allowing the Spencer family to escape disaster.


    Natalie had helped the Spencer


    family putting aside their past. re


    heees. Whatever her reasons,


    W?


    he was deeply grateful to her.


    Marshall took a deep breath, calming the turmoil in his chest, before getting out of


    bed to wash up.


    After freshening up, he changed into


    a red outfit-a red shirt and red


    pants. On him, the look wasn''t jarring at all, instead it made him Took devilishly handsome and striking.


    He felt like wearing red today, to ward off the bad luck.