Chapter 162: What We Did Last Night

Natalie arrived at the office building, just as expected, with a cluster of reporters waiting for her. She stepped out of the car, casually tapping away on her phone, a light smirk playing on her lips. Ryan stood by her side, ready to shield her from the swarm of journalists.

"Ms. Natalie?" one of the reporters called out, but she remained focused on her phone.

To everyone’s surprise, the reporters held back their questions, waiting for her to acknowledge them. It seemed they had learned their lesson from previous encounters.

After half a minute, Natalie finished whatever she was doing on her phone and finally looked up at the crowd. "Why so quiet? Are you all done asking your questions all at once? If so, now’s your chance—one at a time."

"Ms. Natalie, there’s a video of you trying to assault your sister earlier today," a reporter said.

"Trying to assault? Are you sure that’s the words you want to use?" Natalie arched a brow, her tone sharp and without a hint of guilt.

"In the footage, it looks very much like it," the reporter insisted.

"You should say I assaulted her, not tried to assault her. When I do something, I don’t fail," Natalie responded with pride. "I went there to knock some sense into her rotten brain, which I did and I hope it worked."

"You’re admitting to assaulting her—on national TV," the reporter pressed.

"I think I just did." Natalie’s smirk deepened. "Anyone with a problem can file a police complaint."

The reporters exchanged glances, taken aback by her unapologetic confidence.

"What made you assault your sister?" another reporter ventured.

"Go ask her. My job was only to teach her a lesson for what she did wrong. If you’re still curious, check room number 2017 at the Grand Elysium Hotel—you’ll get your answers there."

"What’s in the room?" one reporter asked.

"Go find out," Natalie replied with a sly smirk.

She knew Lily was in that room, and given her condition earlier, Natalie was certain she hadn’t left yet. She allowed reporters to ask more while wondering after hearing about the room number, what Briena would do.

"Today, both the Fords and the Browns are suffering major financial losses, and it seems tied to last night’s engagement. Clearly, you’re the one most affected as we know your previous relationship with Mr Ivan."

"Even though you’re married to someone else, why can’t you leave Mr. Ivan Brown alone and let him be happy with the woman he chose?"

Natalie offered them a bored look. "Even if I told you I don’t care what Ivan Brown does or which woman he’s with, you wouldn’t believe me. So don’t ask me this again—I don’t have time to waste. And seems like your innovative questions are over, so please excuse me," Natalie said firmly, striding past the reporters.

"We can’t help but wonder—which wealthy men are backing you to inflict such a massive blow on two of the city’s biggest business empires?" A reporter shouted behind her.

"Not many wealthy men—it’s just one. The one who is far more formidable than all the

he?" another

question came fast, with

the question. She

a gigolo!" he shouted after her

reporter, her gaze cold enough to make him flinch. "You better think carefully before you speak when you

a tense moment, another reporter ventured, "So, does that

gave no answer. Without a word, she turned and

going to participate in the national

she and her

gives this to the reporters, we’re finished." She glanced at her phone again. "She even wrote, ’Dare to file a police

complaint now—that bitch! She

hands this evidence to the police and files a complaint against us instead?" Briena

do that, we’d already be sitting in jail," Clara replied, trying to reassure her

on live broadcast. She wore that same mocking smirk, openly daring the reporters to file a

just told the reporters to check that hotel room. What if Lily is still there? If they find

ordered. At the same time, she pulled out her own phone and made a separate call. "Get rid of

her phone, her hands shaking. "Mom, Natalie is becoming scarier by the day. We need to figure

company’s losses. If she wasn’t, we’d have

tasks as usual,

her eyes instinctively searched for the other car—the one John

John?" she asked Ryan. "Isn’t he resuming his

answered, "I’ll

stared at him, taken aback.

Ryan replied calmly. "I’ll be in the

he settled into the driver’s seat, leaving Natalie standing there, confusion written across her

thoughts swirling. He didn’t blame John

a good feeling about it. ’I need to ask him

man she counted on, the one supporting

a reward for this. What shall I reward her with? Should be something she won’t forget.’

of unlocking on his own. He wanted to see her right in front

nice

Click!

stepped into view. Before Justin could say a word or react, she

"Where is John?"

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