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Maxwell’s assistant wiped the sweat off his forehead and spoke axiously. “Mr. Spencer, the original report targeted Murray. but the last batch of raw materials ended up being stacked on our construction site.”
Maxwell immediately grasped the implication.
That kid had set him up again!
“Damn it! He actually dared to trick me!”
Natalie let out a cold laugh. “Mr. Spencer, weren’t you the one who tried to frame Murray first?”
Maxwell snapped his head toward Natalie, narrowing his eyes as suspicion crept in. This woman wasn’t as simple as she seemed. “Ms. Shawn, what exactly do you mean by that?” he demanded.
A thin layer of frost seemed to coat Natalie’s gaze. “Mr. Spencer, if you don’t want others to know, don’t do it in the first place.
She offered him a chilling, cryptic smile.
“Mr. Spencer, I’ll be waiting for your next attempt to kill me. But next time, getting out won’t be so easy. You’re welcome to try anytime.”
With that, Natalie turned and walked away.
“Natalie, you wretched woman…
Smack! Maxwell’s hand landed hard on his son’s face.
Davian, who had never been struck by his father before, stood stinned, staring at him in shock. “Dad… you… you hit me?”
“I hit you because you’re a fool!” Maxwell roared. “Don’t you get what Natalie just meant? She’s letting you go this time, but, she’s waiting for you to make an even bigger mistake, one that will ruin you for good!”
Davian froze, his mind reeling.
What a venomous woman.
“Dad, she’s so ruthless. I’ll find a way to kill her,” Davian snarled, the murderous intent in his eyes flaring briefly before vanishing-
Maxwell, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. How did Murray know about Everlast Construction’s shady dealings? And worse, how had he managed to turn the situation against them so effectively?
He never set foot on construction sites. Yet secretly, he had been collaborating with Mr. Garcia’s sister–in–kw from Everlast Construction. Their materials were substandard, completely failing to meet national standards.
Murray had bought them at rock–bottom prices, pocketed a tidy sum, and even intended to bring his older brother down a win–win situation for him.
But in the end…
“Damn it, where did it all go wrong?” Maxwell muttered, his expression cold and menacing.
Davian, noticing his father’s worried look, asked hesitantly, “Dad what do we do now?”
Killing Natalie wasn’t an option, not yet. They would have to wait for another opportunity. Maxwell wouldn’t make the
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Frowning deeply, Maxwell’s eyes gleamed out of trouble for now. The construction project
- it. If we can’t deliver the apartments, every cent we have will have to be thrown into this
mess.”
With that, Maxwell left quickly with his assistant, leaving Davian standing alone.
Davian was soon dumped at the entrance of the police station.
“Hey! Dad, I didn’t even get in the car!” Davian shouted angrily, feeling abandoned.
Spencer was furious. Was his dad abandoning him?
Natalie’s car pulled up in front of him. She rolled down the window, her smile calm yet mocking. “Mr. Spencer, don’t forget
to tell the person behind you to come up with a better plan next time, okay?”
Davian froze, his bloodshot eyes wide in disbelief as he stared at Natalie.
But before he could say anything, Natalie had already driven off
From her rearview mirror, Natalie caught sight of the reporters waiting not far away and smiled faintly.
Davian, this is just the beginning. Welcome to hell.
Furious, Davian kicked a nearby tree, his anger boiling over.
“Damn it, Natalie! I’ll make sure you die! If I can’t take you down, I’m not Davian!” he roared at the top of his lungs
Unbeknownst to him, a journalist nearby had caught his outburst on a livestream.
The reporter, startled by Davian’s words, mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Spencer, how did you manage to get out? Did your father use his power to force Ms. Shawn into a settlement?
The question hit a nerve. Davian’s bloodshot eyes flared with anger. “Get lost! Mind your own business, and stay the hell away from me!”
The scene drew the attention of other reporters, who rushed over to broadcast the drama live.
Davian’s arrogant attitude was certainly a big news story.
“Mr. Spencer,” one reporter pressed, “why are you so determined to kill Natalie? What did she ever do to you to deserve such hostility?”
Davian glared at the growing crowd of reporters, his expression dark and menacing. “Stay out of this! It’s none of your business. The grudge between that woman and me is something you wouldn’t understand. Get lost, or I beat you all to a pulp!”
A female journalist raised her voice. “Mr. Spencer, for someone as rich as you, is it that easy to snuff out an ordinary person’s life? Is that why you dare to act so arrogantly?”
Davian’s face turned crimson with rage. His bloodshot eyes locked onto the female reporter, his voice dripping with disdain. “That’s right. Rich people can easily take someone out. And if you keep talking, you might be next.”
The moment the words left his mouth, his statement “That’s right. Rich people can easily take someone out.” exploded across the internet.
Social media erupted with fury, denouncing Davian’s arrogance
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This Davian guy is beyond–insufferable. Someone needs to investigate if he’s got any murder cases under his belt.
If he’s this brazen in front of a police station, imagine how many people he’s bullied in private.
Like father, like son. His dad’s using substandard materials in their construction projects, endangering lives, while this entitled brat flaunts his power. Absolutely despicable.
As soon as Davian stepped out of the police station, his outburst had already landed him at the top of trending topics.
Maxwell, who was still scrambling to address the fallout from his failed construction project, ended up hospitalized from sheer rage when he saw the news about his son.
The fallout was swift. Maxwell’s company stock plummeted, and a nationwide boycott ensued. Furious homebuyers began demanding refunds en masse.
“Argh!” Jennifer screamed, slamming her computer onto her office desk.
“That idiot! That absolute moron! How can someone be this stupid? It’s like his brain stopped developing entirely!”
She paced her office furiously, her hands trembling with anger. Artificial intelligence would be a genius compared to this naturally–born fool! He’s driving me insane!”
“Hmm.” A cold, biting voice cut through Jennifer’s tirade. “Jennifer, if the media caught you in this hysterical state, you’d be on the front page too.”
Startled, Jennifer whipped her head toward the door, her rage replaced by shock.
Natalie stood there, framed by the snowfall outside. She wore a pink coat, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, giving her an air of pure elegance.
Jennifer blinked, taken aback that Natalie had shown up unannounced. “Natalie, what are you doing here?”
Leaning casually against the doorframe, Natalie regarded Jennifer’s disheveled, furious expression with a faint, amused smile. “I heard that Mrs. Song’s company went bankrupt, and you’ve opened your own little studio to get by.”
“You stole my life for over twenty years, Jennifer. Looks like youll soon know what it’s like to live without money”
Her words were calm, but her intention to provoke was unmistakable.
“Shut up, Natalie, you idiot! What do you even know?” Jennifer snapped, glaring at her. Was Natalie here just to mock her?
Jennifer sneered, her tone dripping with venom. “Natalie, I know you’re desperate for your parents‘ love. But face it. None of your brothers, nor your parents, want anything to do with you. Even though you’re their biological daughter, they refuse to acknowledge you.”
“That must hurt, doesn’t it, Natalie? Just wait. The worst is yet to come,
Her face twisted into a grotesque expression of malice, silently willing Natalie to disappear forever.”
Natalie chuckled lightly and shook her head. “My, my. I’ve never met anyone so shameless. You’ve got such a pretty neck… pity it’s holding up a pig’s head.”
With that, she turned on her heel and strolled away with effortles grace.
“Argh!” Jennifer, already livid, completely lost it. She screamed the top of her lungs, throwing a nearby lamp against the wall
“Damn you, Natalie! Did she seriously just say my neck is holding up a pig’s head?”
