Sebastian had no idea what she had seen. "What''s wrong?" he whispered. "Who did you see?"


    "Don''t talk," Natalie hissed.


    Soon, two familiar figures were standing by the elevator.


    Natalie had seen Sophia.


    The other person was her lover, Mr. Wilson.


    Were they here to get a room?


    Sophia was smiling, leaning tenderly against Mr. Wilson''s chest.


    Thinking about how Sophia had framed her for Mrs. Wilson''s murder, Natalie seethed with anger.


    After watching them get into the elevator, Natalie quickly stepped out and saw they were heading to the eighth floor.


    She was thrilled. This was perfect. Her ess card also went up to the eighth floor.


    She quickly pressed the button for another elevator, and as it rose, she kept her eyes glued to the floor indicator.


    Sebastian watched her anxious state and asked with a knowing tone, “Natalie, are you nning on catching cheaters with a baby in your arms?"


    Natalie smiled at him. It was a crazy idea, but she had to go. She might find something useful. “Of course. If you think it''s unseemly, you don''t have toe. After all, that''s your future mother-inw."


    Sebastian was at a loss for words.


    "I said I would marry Joanna, but that was on the condition that she saved me. Since she didn''t, I have no obligation to marry her. You don''t need to use that to mock me in the future."


    "Oh! So you can tell I''m mocking you? You used to mock me all the time.”


    Natalie''sugh was unrestrained, and the vibrant look on her face made it impossible for Sebastian to look away. The corners of his lips lifted into a slight smile.


    Soon, they reached the eighth floor. She saw Sophia head toward the presidential suite around the corner.


    She memorized the room number and then turned to Sebastian. "Mr. Griffith, could you do me a favor?"


    Sebastian had a master key card that could open the door.


    He raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. "When you want my help, even your voice bes sweeter and more polite. Tell me what do you want me to do? And just so you know, my helpes with a price."


    Natalie wrinkled her nose in frustration. "Didn''t you just say you were my husband?


    Why are you demanding a price now?"


    "But you don''t need my help as a husband,” Sebastian retorted, intentionally emphasizing the word "husband."


    Natalie fell silent.


    Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Take the baby back to the nanny. I know what you want to do. The card in my hand is a master key. I can open the door coross the hall Afterims is over, you and I are going to have a serious talk."


    "Trying to catch cheaters with a baby isn''t a good idea. If he cries, he''ll ruin your n."


    Natalie met his teasing gaze and was speechless. Honestly, she wanted him to leave too.


    She had Sebastian wait there while she took Vincent back to the nanny, returning momentster.


    Sebastian wrapped an arm around her waist and warned in a low voice, "In a minute, close your eyes and don''t look at anything."


    Natalie felt his domineering grip and frowned but said nothing.


    But Sebastian was waiting for her to agree.


    Seeing his persistence, she smiled. “Fine, fine. I won''t look at anything."


    Only then, under the cover of a strong gust of wind outside, did Sebastian quickly open the door.


    He pushed it open a crack, and sounds that would make anyone blush immediately drifted out.


    Natalie was still inexperienced with such things and felt a wave of embarrassment. "Wilson, slow down. Why are you always in such a rush?"


    "How can I not be? Dealing with that


    old hag''s affairs these past few days has been exhausting. But her parents still refuse to give me the shares and they''ve even halted all my joint projects. Without their support, several projects are going to fail."