Chapter 287

He lunged to attack Natalie.

Two cops blocked him, but Davian, completely blinded by rage, had forgotten where he was. He punched the cop on the left and viciously kicked the one on the right, striking with brutal force. Both cops collapsed in pain, unable to get up. Before Davian could even touch Natalie, multiple officers arrested him for assaulting law enforcement.

Natalie’s eyes gleamed with calculation. She knew how to manipulate people, using their own momentum against them. She exploited Davian’s violent temper – an assault on police would mean a long time in prison.

Davian saw the calculating smile in Natalie’s eyes and instantly understood why Natalie deliberately angered him. He reacted, but it was too late.

Natalie had deliberately engineered his attack, adding another charge. Combined with attempted murder, he was looking at serious jail time with no way out.

“Natalie, I’ll kill you someday!” he screamed, completely broken.

Natalie watched him, her lips curving into a subtle, breathtaking smile. Her voice was hauntingly calm. “Mr. Spencer, just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you can treat people’s lives like garbage, right?”

Over the years, Davian had been hanging with street thugs, masters of nothing but partying, prostitution, and gamb...

Davian started to speak, “Natalie, you-”

But Natalie elegantly turned and walked away.

Layla watched the scene, feeling dizzy. ‘We’ve just provoked a total psychopath,’ she thought.

Natalie intentionally escalated the situation, ensuring public scrutiny. Even with 30 million dollars, no one would dare protect her son now.

Seeing Natalie’s triumphant smile, Layla wished she could tear her apart piece by piece.

She thought, ‘Natalie did this on purpose. She deliberately provoked my son to assault a police officer, and now he has another charge.’ “Natalie, you-”

Natalie coldly cut her off, “Mrs. Spencer, are you also planning to rant at the police station about me? I’ll pretend I didn’t hear your earlier threats.

“I won’t accept any reconciliation. Use whatever tricks you have – I’d love to show everyone the true colors of Mrs. Spencer.” Layla’s face contorted with rage. She desperately tried to control her inner fury.

After living most of her life, she’d never been this furious. Rage was so intense it made her want to destroy the entire world, so consuming it physically hurt her chest.

She used to think people fainting from anger was just an act. She never believed someone could actually be overwhelmed by rage. Now, experiencing it firsthand, she understood it was possible.

Natalie watched Layla trembling with anger, her eyes filled with icy contempt. Women like Layla always believed they were superior, never worrying about money or buying whatever they wanted. Those without status were nothing more than insects in her eyes. Yet some people would never understand the concept of going too far, no matter the price they paid.

Natalie straightened her back and walked past Layla.

Layla suddenly realized she couldn’t act recklessly against Natalie. She took a deep breath, suppressing her murderous rage, and forced a difficult smile.

Layla said, “Natalie, shut down the live stream. I won’t threaten you. Let’s sit down and talk.

“Natalie, let’s leave some room for future encounters. Close the live stream, and we’ll talk outside.”

Natalie calmly refused, “Mrs. Spencer, whatever you want to say, talk to my lawyer.”

Natalie said this and walked away, casually shutting down the live stream.

Layla was about to lose her mind. She felt completely powerless against Natalie.

Natalie walked out of the police station and saw Easton standing by the car. He leaned against it, wearing a perfectly tailored pure black suit, his posture casually elegant.

Easton blocked her path, his voice carrying a warning tone. “Natalie, you can’t outsmart Maxwell. He’s an old fox.”

Natalie responded with a calm smile. “Just because I can’t outsmart him, should I let them bully me? I almost died. Don’t I deserve justice?

“Easton, stay out of my business. Do your own thing, and only contact me about the divorce.

“I’m getting pretty tired of seeing you everywhere these days.”

Truly tired. In this second chance at life, she was determined to avoid all the dangers of her previous life and live solely for herself.

Easton listened to her sharp words, his gaze turning cold. “You’re my wife, I-”

She cut him off, “But you’re the one who caused all this. You forcibly pulled me into your car and then threw me out, which led to my accident.

“Now you’re telling me I can’t stand up to the Spencer family? Are you asking me to back down, or are you afraid the Spencers will come after you?

“If it’s the latter, you can rest easy. Davian wants to come after me and me alone. This has nothing to do with you. This is my battle, and it has nothing to do with you, Easton.”

At that moment, Natalie looked utterly fearless. Her hair flew in the cold wind, a barely-there cold smile playing on her lips, dripping with mockery and disdain.

Her devastating smile shocked Easton, making his heart tremble. He felt a mix of confusion and excitement, an inexplicable emotion he couldn’t quite grasp.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said deeply, his hands clenched into fists. In this moment, Natalie seemed unreachably magnificent.

Natalie replied, “Easton, don’t forget that you’re the one who hurt me.”

She thought, 'If Jennifer were the one who suffered, he would’ve crushed whoever hurt her. That’s the difference between love and not love.'

Natalie finished speaking and got into her car, speeding away in a cloud of dust.

Easton took a deep breath, feeling like Natalie had misunderstood him once more.

Xavier thought, "This is painful to watch. If you say he doesn’t know how to fall in love, then why did he treat her like a princess?"

'But whenever he talks to Natalie, they always end up in a fight. They never part on good terms.'

He could barely control his urge to punch Easton hard.

Easton stood there for a while, about to get in his car, when Maxwell blocked his path. Easton frowned and looked at him. Maxwell greeted him with a smile, “Mr. Garcia, I didn’t expect to see you here."

Easton replied casually, “Something I can help you with?"

Maxwell asked, “Mr. Garcia, do you know Natalie?"

Easton nodded slightly, “Yes.”

A glimmer of hope flashed in Maxwell’s eyes. “A businessman always sees an opportunity. You’re Ms. Jennifer Sampson’s fiancé, and Natalie was kicked out of the Simpson family. Naturally, you’d know her. Mr. Garcia, could we make a deal?"