The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Chapter 289 Anger and Cursing

"I'm feeling a little tired and need to take a break. If I haven't been the perfect host, I hope you'll forgive me," Natalie said, draped in Marcus' suit jacket.

The faint scent of gardenias lingered on the fabric. It struck her as odd since she distinctly remembered Marcus not having this scent the first time they met. But now wasn't the time to dwell on what cologne he used.

"Ms. Walker, please, rest!"

"Yeah, take a break! No need to worry about us."

The group of men around her, all acquaintances Lincoln had recently introduced her to, smiled warmly. Their polite and friendly teasing instantly lightened the atmosphere, making it easier for her to step away.

Natalie gave them a gracious smile, turning her head slightly to glance at Marcus. He nodded subtly, and the two headed upstairs together.

Once upstairs, Natalie pulled out her phone and dialed Hector's number.

"Hey, Hector," she said when he picked up. "Which hospital is Emma in right now?"

"She's at the Good Hope Psychiatric Center in Soutia," Hector replied in a low voice. "Why are you asking, Nat?"

"Just curious," Natalie said casually. "That's all. Talk later."

She hung up and turned to Marcus. "You know where Emma was transferred to, don't you?"

Marcus nodded. "Yeah. Hector asked me to help arrange some bodyguards, so of course I know."

"Then... should we pay her a visit?" Natalie asked, a sly smile curving her lips. She held her phone up as if checking her makeup, but she was really using the reflection to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure lurking nearby.

"Sure," Marcus said without hesitation.

"Give me a minute to change. We'll sneak out through the back."

"I'll wait outside your room."

"Alright."

They stepped into the elevator together, and as they descended, Natalie's gaze flicked to the security camera. She smiled faintly, her expression unreadable.

sneaky housekeeper-was she working for Emma? Sky? Or someone else

spy it was, they wouldn't

elevator reached the fifth floor, Natalie handed Marcus his jacket

she'd worn several different evening gowns, each paired with matching heels and accessories. Her makeup had been carefully tailored for each outfit, ensuring she looked stunning no

this visit, Natalie chose something simple and comfortable-a white chiffon blouse, black straight-leg pants, and flat sandals. She threw on a

changing her makeup or hairstyle. Even in casual attire, she looked radiant-someone who'd stand

waiting by the door. She met his gaze and

had been glancing at something on his phone, put it away

In her evening gown, Natalie had exuded a regal elegance-distant, untouchable, and utterly

door. Except for one thing-her icy gaze. It was the kind of look that said, "Don't mess

out with her when it stopped

going out the window,"

could finish, Natalie pushed open a hallway window, slung her bag

Natalie let go and leap straight from the second floor. He wanted to remind her how dangerous it was but she had landed

she waved at him. "Mr. Holden,

Marcus fell silent.

frowning. "Don't tell me you're

weren't the problem. He just

his suit jacket down to her before following her lead. With a

go," Natalie said, leading the

over her shoulder, "for someone who's supposedly

this place?" Marcus asked, his tone

how you used to visit Emma

in his tracks. "Who's spreading that crap?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation. "Me? Date Emma? That's

fuming as he barked, "Of all the ways to insult someone, they had to choose the

turning to face him. His reaction was so visceral it actually caught her off guard. For someone so composed and polished, Marcus had just completely lost

laugh. "I'll have Gorge look into it and figure out who started the

she headed toward one of the smaller paths. "I've already had a car arranged

Let's just go. I'll drive. You've

"Thanks," Natalie replied simply.

the rest of the way in silence, exiting through a