Her love for Sebastian had always been unrequited.


    Now, that connection was in tatters, and she had no desire to pursue it any further.


    Her life was good now. Her run-ins with Joanna provided a wee jolt of adrenaline to her quiet, predictable life.


    She had time to meet friends, to eat out. This was what a normal life felt like.


    The Matriarch watched her, saying nothing, and sighed inwardly.


    She knew Natalie was dead set on the divorce.


    ***


    Joanna found Timothy as quickly as she could.


    He was in his vi, having breakfast.


    He was holding a beautiful young woman on hisp, who was sharing the meal with him.


    Everyone in the city knew about Timothy''s affairs.


    Joanna couldn''t believe that she, too, had once been vited by this man while drunk. Seeing him now, all she wanted was to kill him.


    But she held back. She would get her revenge in her own time.


    "Timothy," she said, her voice icy as she approached.


    She had been crying the whole way there, and tears still streamed down her face as she red at him.


    Timothy patted the young beauty beside him and smiled. "Sweetheart, go eat upstairs. I''ll be up in a bit."


    The woman shot Joanna a look before slowly making her way upstairs.


    Timothy looked at Joanna. "What are you doing here, crying first thing in the morning? And you''re calling me by my first name now? Joanna, you''ve forgotten your ce."


    Joanna sneered. Out of line? For a disgusting man like him, what rules were there to follow? "Mrs. Miller and her son have been caught."


    "What did you say? How were they found out? What did you do?" Timothy was furious. Mrs. Miller was his sharpest tool for spying on the old couple. How could she suddenly get caught?


    Joanna stared at him with cold indifference. "Because what Mrs. Miller did was discovered."


    "Impossible. I warned you not to act rashly. Did my words go in one ear and out the other?"


    Timothy was enraged, looking at Joanna with utter disappointment.


    This woman was more of a hindrance than a help. She had failed himpletely.


    Joanna was just as disappointed in


    him. "Timothy, haven''t I done


    enough at these years? Sebastian


    knows everything about us. His kindness toward me was all an act. He


    what you and said the


    garden all those years ago.


    "He''s always known I approached him with ulterior motives. He''s always known, but


    he doesn''t know about Maxwell''s existence."


    "Hah..."


    Hearing Joanna''s words, Timothy let out a cold, angryugh, his expression turning grim.


    "Sebastian, really underestimated you." A murderous look filled his eyes with a roar of fury the sent his dinner flying, the te shattering against the floor in a spray porcin and steak.


    The exquisite te shattered into pieces with a crash.


    "I knew he wasn''t that easy to fool. I just never thought he already knew."


    Timothy stood up, his towering frame radiating pure rage.


    If Sebastian had known all along, then what about his overseas businesses?


    "Damn it!" Timothy kicked a chair in fury. "So, all these years, my every move has been under his watch."


    Joanna''s eyes were filled with hatred. "That''s right. Under his watch. He said that with just one word, your overseas empire will crumble. Everything is under his control."


    "Aaargh!" Timothy was losing his mind. He spun around, his gaze dark as he pointed a finger at Joanna and


    cursed. "Yoanna, you useless thing! I


    put all my hopes on you hoping you would seduce him, marry him, and kill him so that my son could inherit the Griffith family fortune? And now you''re telling me it was all for nothing?"