Evelyn Carrington just smiled without saying a word. She was the most heartless one of all.


    Evelyn went to buy the shoes she had been looking at earlier. This woman dared to y with her emotions. She would deal with her, slowly.


    Sophia followed behind her, feeling that something about her had changed, but then she thought, Evelyn is so naive, she probably didn''t notice a thing.


    ***


    Natalie chatted at Mrs. Wilson''s home for several hours, and they finally settled on a partnership.


    Mrs. Wilson also decided against sending Mr. Wilson to prison. She knew him well; letting him self-destruct would be a fate worse than death.


    Natalie had no objections and respected her decision.


    It was eight o''clock at night when she and Luna finally went home.


    When she arrived, she was surprised to find the house brightly lit. Sebastian was already back.


    She changed her shoes in the entryway and took off her down jacket.


    She was still carrying the kiwis and cherries that Melissa Grant had prepared for her. She was quite fond of kiwis.


    Just as she put the fruit down, she received a call from Matthew.


    "Hello, Mr. Monroe."


    Natalie''s voice was cheerful as she answered.


    "Natalie, from the sound of your voice, you seem to be in a good mood." Natalie was indeed in a great mood. "I am, Mr. Monroe. Is there something you needed?"


    Matthew said, "Natalie, it''s about the designs you gave me. Ourpany has unanimously decided to make six of them into limited-edition pieces. Prototypes for the other designs have already started production. Natalie, your design talent is truly amazing."


    Natalie let out a deep sigh of relief. "Mr. Monroe, thank you for thepany''s trust in me. This phone call tonight will let me sleep soundly."


    Matthew added, "By the way, I stopped by your ce earlier to find you, but you weren''t home."


    Natalie replied, "Oh... I haven''t been staying there recently. Was there something you needed, Mr. Monroe?"


    Matthew said, "No, it was just about the designs. Oh, and I sent over some premium steaks for you. Enjoy."


    "Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Monroe. I''ll treat you to dinner sometime to thank you." Matthew replied, "Sounds good! I''ll let you know when I have time. Get some rest." Natalie hung up the phone with a smile.


    She looked up, the smile still on her face, only to see Sebastian standing across from her, his expression dark an oppressive aura emanated from him.


    "You''re back?" Natalie greeted him coolly.


    Sebastian''s voice was deep. "Why didn''t you answer my calls?"


    Natalie took out her phone and nced at it. There were indeed missed calls.


    "Sorry, I had something to do tonight and my phone was on silent. Have you had dinner yet?"


    Sebastian shook his head. "No."


    He felt a pang of disappointment. Before, the moment he walked in the door, or when she came home, her first concern was always whether he had eaten.


    Now, even if she didn''te home, she no longer bothered with such pleasantries.


    Natalie nced at the time. He hadn''t eaten thiste; she had no idea what he was thinking.


    She was tired today. cing her down jacket on the sofa, she said, "I''ll go make you dinner. Wait here."


    Sebastian grunted in agreement. "Mm."


    He really hadn''t eaten. He had


    assumed Natalie would have dinner


    waiting for him tonight. Not wanting


    to keep her waiting, he had left work after six, bringing the rest of his tasks home.


    When he returned to the house and pushed open the door to find it dark, a sense of panic and unease had spread through him, making him miserable.


    This feeling of insecurity and fear of loss was unbearable.


    ????


    He turned his head, watching her busy figure in the kitchen, and thought back to the phone call he had just overheard: Matthew was very satisfied with her work