Natalie stared at Rowan in surprise, her wrist still in his grasp. Bruce stood frozen mid-motion, feeling awkward with his hand suspended in the air. Natalie frowned. "Mr. Mattel, care to explain what this is supposed to mean?" Just behind Rowan, Landon fought hard not to laugh. It was plain jealousy. Everyone in the circle knew Rowan was notoriously possessive. Seeing another man so much as shaking hands with Natalie right in front of him? It was unforgivable. Rowan didn't bat an eye. His voice was casual, but his gaze burned with unspoken emotion. "Ms. Sutton, you're making a decision quickly? Are you sure you don't want to think about me a little longer?" His deep eyes locked onto hers. Natalie frowned. Was he seriously improvising now? Fine. If he wanted to act, she'd give him a performance to remember. She yanked her hand out of his grasp with a swift motion, her voice dripping with disdain. "No need to think about it. Anyone who keeps company with Jason isn't wort
The initial pleasantries were nothing more than formalities before the conversation quickly turned to business.Bruce asked, "Ms. Sutton, may I ask what price range you have in mind?" Natalie's tone was calm, almost indifferent. "100 million dollars." Bruce and Mark exchanged glances. Then, with a courteous smile, Bruce said, "If I'm not mistaken, you purchased Dejah Port for 300 million dollars. And now, you're asking 100 million dollars for just 30%?" Leaning back into the couch, Natalie smiled. "That's right. But I don't believe in taking a loss just to gain applause."Bruce chuckled. "Fair point. But considering you're in a bit of a hurry to sell, 100 million dollars might be too optimistic." Earlier, Natalie had reviewed Goldcrest's background in detail. It was a once-prominent maritime company, now struggling through an awkward phase of failed transformation. Their operations were lackluster at best.That made their sudden interest in acquiring a slice of Dejah Port al
Rowan's voice was soft, gentle, and full of warmth. The words rippled through Natalie's heart, stirring something long buried. So many years had passed, and she had endured so much. Yet, no one had ever asked her if it had been hard—not once. Not even she had dared to ask herself that question. But today, someone—not even quite a friend—had spoken it aloud. "It's been a difficult journey, hasn't it?" Yes, it had. Natalie frowned slightly as a strange ache tugged at her. She composed herself. By the time she gently pushed Rowan away, the mist in her eyes had cleared.Her gaze was once again calm and impenetrable. This was the Natalie the world knew, the one who could not be shaken. "This is my path. No matter how hard it gets, I'll walk it to the end." Rowan met her eyes. The casual ease on his face masked the storm of emotion beneath. Hands in his pockets, he smiled. "I know." They parted ways at the parking lot. As soon as Rowan got into his car, he reached for his ph
Unshaken and composed, every word from Natalie rang out with clarity. In that moment, she stood on stage like a rose in a storm—resilient and unbreakable. No one could tear her down. The jeers from the crowd slowly faded. Her words had struck a chord, forcing everyone to think. But not everyone was ready to let go.Sienna's face twisted in agitation. She tried to seize back control. "She's just talking pretty! Don't fall for her smooth lies. She's just like her mother, vicious and manipulative. My father's ruined reputation, the collapse of Spencer Group, and even my near blindness are all her doing! Don't be fooled!" A cold, ironic smile curled Natalie's lips. "You've really mastered the art of lying, haven't you, Sienna? Wasn't it your father who destroyed his own name? No one forced him to cheat. And Spencer Group didn't fall because of me. It fell because of his phony charity schemes. That has nothing to do with me. "As for your eyesight… Do you dare go with me and get it
The crowd fell into silence. All eyes turned toward the woman making her way confidently to the front—Sienna. Thick glasses sat heavily on her nose, evidence of her deteriorated eyesight, but it didn't stop her. She gripped the microphone with one hand, while the other flung handfuls of documents into the air.She stopped at the center of the stadium and pointed straight at Natalie, still standing on the stage. "Natalie is the illegitimate daughter of my father and a nanny. She wasn't just a mistress who knowingly destroyed someone else's family. She also swapped our lives and identities for 18 years!" Sienna continued, "Ten years ago, her mother was arrested and sent to prison. So tell me—what right does a woman like her with a criminal mother have to stand here and lecture us about success? This is a disgrace. It insults every decent person in this stadium." As she spoke, the papers she had scattered began to fall across the crowd—copies of prison records, DNA test results, al
Rowan had apparently donated two buildings to Grendale Art College. That was all it took for Chuck to invite him to the anniversary celebration. Natalie appeared thoughtful—not because she doubted the donation was real, but because it felt like they'd been bumping into each other a lot lately. No matter where she went, somehow, he was always there. They made their way toward the open-air stadium where the centennial celebration was being held. Their seats were in the front row and, coincidentally, right next to each other. Natalie sat down, her thoughts scattered. She couldn't help but recall Benjamin's recent analysis. Her gaze drifted subtly toward Rowan beside her. She had to admit, Rowan's appearance hit every note of her personal aesthetic. And it wasn't just his looks—his manner, the way he carried himself. He never came off as too much or too deliberate. He always struck the perfect balance.That kind of man was dangerous.Just then, Rowan turned, and their eyes almo