Joanna stared nkly at Natalie, remembering her words—that she would drag her down to hell, bit by bit.


    Natalie''s eyes were filled with scorn. "Why are you quiet now, Joanna? All your schemes, all your setups... every single one of them. Do you think I didn''t feel wronged? Do you think I wasn''t humiliated? I''m just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Do you really think falling on the floor and ying the victim will erase your sins?"


    "Joanna, haven''t you heard? Wealth is a curse to those whock the character to hold it. A person''s character has to be strong enough to support their wealth and status. With a character like yours, how long do you think you can get away with this arrogance?"


    Natalie believed she had been reborn, and she believed in karma. In this life, she was determined to see Joanna get what she deserved.


    Joanna''s body trembled. She had blood on her hands; she had done many terrible, cruel things. But she was a materialist. She didn''t believe in things like karma.


    "Natalie, you deserve to die!" Joanna gritted her teeth, her dark eyes filled with murderous intent as she red at Natalie. She didn''t dare move; she knew she couldn''t win in a fight. But she would make sure Natalie died a horrible death, just like before.


    Natalie coldly looked away. "Grandma, let''s go." As Madam Griffith started to leave, Maxwell Griffith blocked her path.


    "Grandma, I''m your grandson. What is Natalie to you? You can''t leave."


    Madam Griffith felt a palpable hostility from him. She wanted to pat his shoulder, but he was too tall for her to reach. She gave up and said in a solemn tone, "Sebastian, I won''t disturb your new business ventures. You can focus on starting yourpany. By the way, Grandma''s otherpany is in your father''s name. And judging by his state today, he''s clearly losing his grip."


    "I heard he''s taken up with a couple of young girls recently, girls even younger than you. A man who


    spends his days lost in pleasure


    can''t run apany well. His judgment is clouded. No wonder his business has been doing so poorly these past few years. He''s no longer fit to manage thepany. Grandma will give you control. You must make it bigger and stronger."


    Timothy was speechless.


    "Mom... what man doesn''t have a few women on the side..."


    Madam Griffith shot him a look, silencing him. She turned back to Maxwell Griffith. "My dear boy, you just wait for good news from Grandma. Also, I''ve had enough of living here. If you don''t let me leave, I''ll revoke your father''s management rights and kick both of you out."


    Madam Griffith yed her trump


    card. All the father and son wanted was control of thepany. Their tant threats were just a way. keep her here and control Sebastian. Their confident, greedy expressions


    were disgusting She would show


    them that experience always triumphs over youth. These young punks who dared to challenge her were seriously overestimating themselves.


    Timothy asked angrily, "Mom, are you really going to be this heartless?"


    Madam Griffith-feigned confusion. "Has thepany improved at all in thest few years under your


    leadership? Timothy, you''re pas?


    your prime. Your son is more


    capable than you Give thepany to him, and he''ll do a better job. That way, you can go focus on your


    shameful distractions."


    "You won''t have to worry about thepany anymore. You can enjoy yourself much more freely."


    Timothy''s face flushed. Having his mother say such things was deeply embarrassing. His expression was strained, and his ears turned red.


    Seeing him blush, Madam Griffith pressed on. "Oh! Are you embarrassed? I didn''t


    think that old face of yours was still capable of shame. The things you''ve done... I''m too embarrassed to even mention them."