Chapter 63

Matthew leaned heavily on his cane as he marched up to Samuel, blazing his eyes with fury. With a swift motion, he Jabbed the tip of his cane Into Samuel’s knee. “I’m not in the grave yet, and you dare treat Natalle like this?!”

“Dad! Did you not see what Natalle did to Gracia?!” Samuel pointed accusingly towards Gracia, furrowing his brow in frustration.

Matthew’s face turned a shade of crimson, anger seething from his pores. “You sent people to kidnap her! Do you think I’m unaware? Isn’t the current fiasco at the company because of your damned meddling?”

Natalie watched Samuel silently, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She was curious to see how he would squirm his way out of this one.

“It’s because she won’t come home! Would we have resorted to such drastic measures if she just behaved?” Samuel stammered to assert some authority in his voice.

“And how do you explain Gracia’s fan trying to run me over today, Mr. Wright?” Natalie couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. “Because I don’t behave, you try to kill me?”

Matthew seemed to be caught off guard by this new piece of information. After a brief pause, he turned his steely gaze towards Lydia and Gracia.

“Apologize to Natalie!” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. “Now!”

what she did to Gracia?” Lydia was

was mixed hurt with

stood by him through thick and thin, enduring so much. With just a pout from her, he found himself saying

The term sparked a laugh from Natalie.

his daughter a brat was amusing.

does that make the father of a little brat and his younger daughter? Also

quickly turning a shade of thunderous blue. He stepped forward, raising

Samuel’s menacing gesture and turned anxiously to his boss. “Mr. Howard! They’re

ice, sweeping towards

dared touch her…

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striking Set behind the knee and sending him to

a wry smile. “Just have that little wat come over

her blood–streaked face, sobbing as if her besart would

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