Chapter 6 No matter how good a gift is, it can't compare to a genuine product

Natalie's bright eyes showed a smile, "Thank you."

"Someone will send relevant information to your mailbox later." Nathaniel patted her head, gently saying: "If you're tired, you can tell me anytime."

"Understood."

After Nathaniel left, Zoe, who was still squatting beside him, admiring the affection between the two, put her arm around Natalie's shoulder and said in a clear voice: "Are you really going to the capital?"

Natalie retracted her slender arm, her eyes gloomy, "Yes."

She also wanted to see what Samuel's expression would be when he saw her at the negotiation table?

"That's right. You should go." Zoe sat cross-legged on the sofa, waving her hand: "Show Samuel how blind and stupid he is, to abandon a good wife like you."

Natalie: "..."

Zoe leaned forward and continued, "Natalie, how about I accompany you back to the capital? You have nothing to do anyway, maybe I can help you stop Lily, so she won't hurt your eyes."

Although she believed that Natalie had really let go, she was still a little worried.

"No need." Natalie stood up and poured herself a cup of warm water. "There are still many things waiting for you at the nightclub and Murphy's house; you should go back early."

Zoe made a very exaggerated expression of pain, "Okay, if you need anything, just call me."

"Okay. Go back." Natalie urged.

Zoe left with a pained expression.

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The decoration in the villa was as expensive and luxurious as the land price. The hanging crystal chandelier gave off a soft light, and the room was quiet, as if she had spent countless days alone.

Turning on the computer, the email had indeed been sent. After a brief but focused look, she went to wash her face.

The next day, the plane landed at the airport.

Natalie was wearing a neat suit and high heels in front. Behind her were the members of the group. They were all neat and handsome, causing many people to turn to look at them.

"Miss, please get in the car." Just after leaving the airport, a super-large luxury car stopped in front of them.

Natalie's forehead twitched, hesitated for a few seconds, then got in the car.

She didn't even need to think about who did it.

The car was about 100 meters away when the phone rang.

"Natalie." Henry's voice on the other end of the line rang out, a little proud: "Is my service attentive? Don't let me down."

It wasn't bad, but it was too ostentatious.

But think about it, which of his cars wasn't ostentatious?

"Normal."

The word "normal" was the highest praise his sister could give him.

"Don't save face for Samuel at the negotiating table. I support you." Henry said bitterly.

Natalie chuckled: "Third brother, do you have anything you want me to help you with in front of the eldest brother?"

Henry immediately interrupted her, firmly saying, "No, absolutely not. Ah, I have something to do, little girl. I'll call you back later. Goodbye."

Natalie looked at the phone hanging up, sighed helplessly, turned around, and saw that he had arrived at the Morgan building.

She had been married to Samuel for three years. Although everyone knew that Natalie was Samuel's wife, she rarely appeared. Even in Samuel's villa, she only came once or twice when Samuel worked late.

Now she came here with a completely different identity.

Natalie got out of the car, looked up at the towering high-rise building, her face cold and emotionless.

CEO's office.

"Mr. Morgan, the Ravenport Chamber of Commerce negotiator has arrived." Oliver put away his phone and reported.

"Tell them to come to the conference room."

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Natalie's current appearance was very different from when she was Mrs. Morgan, and she was wearing sunglasses, so the people in the building at that time did not recognize her.

She sat down solemnly on the chair, looking down at the negotiation list in her hand.

"Sorry, I had a meeting just now, so I kept you waiting a bit long."

A familiar voice rang out from the door. Natalie didn't even raise her head but only said softly, "Is this your attitude towards this negotiation?"

A single sentence pushed the negotiation that had not yet started into a tense atmosphere.

"Natalie? Why you?" Samuel frowned, avoiding her question. A layer of dissatisfaction appeared in his heart, but he did not show it on the outside. "Where is President Nathaniel?"

Natalie slowly stood up, adjusted her clothes gracefully, met his gaze without any hesitation, and calmly said, "I am the president you are looking for."

The woman in front of him exuded confidence, a flamboyant demeanor, and dignified gestures, exuding the aura of a strong woman in the workplace, a side that Samuel had never seen before.

"Natalie, what are you doing?" Samuel's eyebrows furrowed.

At the Nebula nightclub, he witnessed Natalie obediently walking towards Nathaniel. In just the blink of an eye, Nathaniel had handed over such a big deal to a woman he had just met?

"Let me talk." Natalie looked away and sat down in the chair.

Samuel: "..."

"What do you want to talk about?" He lifted one long leg and sat across from her.

Her eyes were cold, without any trace of nostalgia. She pointed at the negotiation list with her beautiful fingertips: "I heard you want the Chamber of Commerce to give up this shipping route?"

Samuel followed her fingertips and nodded calmly: "Yes."

This eastern shipping route has been an important strategic target for the Western Chamber of Commerce in the past three years. They have invested a lot of human, material, and financial resources in this, but the Southern Chamber of Commerce suddenly appeared and wanted to take over this route.

"This shipping route passes through major coastal cities; the economic benefits it brings are huge. Why should we give up?" Natalie tapped her fingertips on the table.

Samuel's eyes narrowed: "If you want to participate, then participate, seven to three."

"Boss Morgan, are you giving alms to beggars?" Natalie smiled leisurely.

Seeing that she had no intention of giving in, Samuel was very dissatisfied: "You are looking for a piece of land in the north; the Western Chamber of Commerce can withdraw from the competition."

This was already his biggest concession.

Natalie flatly rejected his 'kindness', and when she met his eyes, she deliberately smiled coldly: "Mr. Morgan, no matter how good the gift is, it can't be even one ten thousandth of the real thing."

"You…"

Natalie didn't let him say anything, throwing him a piece of information: "This is all the income related to your independent operation of the Eastern shipping line. Actually, the figures are very bad. Why don't you give it to our Southern Chamber of Commerce?"

The pressure in Samuel's body was extremely low. "I'm very hungry, can I eat?"

Natalie answered him very calmly, as if she completely ignored him: "No problem."

The atmosphere was tense, as if it was about to explode.

"Natalie, this is not something you can decide, don't..." Samuel lowered his voice; his expression was very unpleasant.

Natalie didn't care what he was thinking at the moment, only heard him say: "Don't what? Don't be too impulsive. Don't decide on your own?"

A person in the group added in a low voice: "Mr. Morgan, Mr. Nathaniel specifically asked Miss Natalie before leaving that all her decisions today will be effective."

"Mr. Morgan, don't you find that those with interests related to this shipping route in the East are contacting you less and less?"