The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 810

Chapter 810

Suzanne had been seated in a slightly hidden corner, obscured by a few men, which is why Natalie hadn’t noticed her earlier.

Upon realizing that Suzanne was also present, Natalie expressed surprise and asked,

“So, Miss Duncan, you’re here to…”

Suzanne sighed deeply and responded,

“I tried to convince them to leave, but they refused to listen. I was concerned that they might cause a scene and possibly harm you, so I followed them here to see if I could be of any assistance. I hope you don’t mind.”

For the time being, Vivi’s situation didn’t seem to have any direct connection with Suzanne, and all her actions appeared to be purely out of kindness. Without any evidence to suggest otherwise, Natalie had no reason to cast blame.

She smiled warmly and said,

“I don’t mind at all. Miss Duncan, you are incredibly kind. You’ve tried to assist me every time a problem has arisen. I can’t thank you enough.”

As the two women conversed, several unfriendly glares were cast Natalie’s way.

Upon confirming that Natalie was the so-called

“culprit”

of Vivi’s car crash, the burly men surrounding the elderly individuals grew visibly agitated.

“You’re Natalie, aren’t you? The one who killed my sister? What did she do to deserve that?”

“You won’t escape our grasp, you monster!”

to jail or compensate us financially! We won’t let you get

greedy, predatory gazes roving over Natalie, calculating the potential monetary gain they could

kin of the late Vivi bore no signs of genuine grief in their eyes, only ruthless greed and cold calculation, akin to a pack of wild beasts hungrily sizing up

for Vivi; instead, it seemed like a thinly veiled attempt to exploit her supposed guilt for their

to me you’re more interested in my

keep her anger

suggest you

hands into fists, his eyes blazing with

niece from us. Isn’t it fair that we get some recompense? Money can’t fix what you’ve done. It’s only

What’s wrong with

man

grave sin. If we call the cops, you

words, they’d pinned the murder

take to soothe your wounded

at the prospect of extortion,

gleaming as he raised a single

Natalie snorted in disbelief,

“One million?”

his shoulders, his chin jutting

young, vibrant, with a full life ahead. Fair compensation would be a hundred million! But we won’t

by their audacity. She couldn’t help

saw it as a golden opportunity to fill their pockets. For them, the

like a tidal wave. These people had started slinging mud at Natalie the moment they saw her. They weren’t here to seek

a scowl as he stepped in, placing himself between the accusers and

slanderous word, and you’ll me

laced with menace, his eyes promising

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