Chapter 320

Once in the car, Shermaine laid down with her head on Joshua’s lap.

As she settled, she asked, “Where is Natalie?”

“At La Terraza Winery with Jameson,” Joshua replied.

Natalie’s out there enjoying herself, thinking no one knows what she’s done? Shermaine thought. Just thinking of Ross in the hospital made Shermaine furious.

She pulled something from her bag. “Bradley, take this. Find a chance to use it on Natalie.”

Bradley, in the passenger seat, took the item. “Yes, Mrs. York. I’ll do it right away.”

He got out at the curb, and a black sedan following behind picked him up, heading straight for the winery.

At La Terraza Winery, Natalie perked up when someone called her “Mrs. Jean.” Too bad Ross didn’t die in Lightspring City, she thought. She and Jameson were dining with a client and his wife.

Natalie had ordered a medium-well steak, which arrived then. She raised her wine glass to clink with the client’s wife. Natalie had her skills. This deal depended on the wife’s approval. One nod from her, and the deal was practically done. Right now, Natalie had charmed her so much that she was almost ready to sign the contract. Jameson was very pleased with Natalie’s performance.

After toasting and sipping red wine, they started eating the steak. The meat was tender and juicy, but soon Natalie felt unbearably itchy all over. The woman sitting across from her saw red spots suddenly appearing on Natalie’s body, which made her scalp tingle. Soon, hives covered her entire body.

“Mrs. Jean, it seems you’re having an allergic reaction,” the woman said. Jameson turned to look and instantly felt goosebumps.

Natalie took out a mirror to look and suddenly screamed in fright. She was so itchy that she couldn’t sit still, and the elegant and noble image she had established disappeared completely in an instant. Just then, someone whispered something to the woman, who suddenly changed color. “So you’re not really Mrs. Jean,” she gasped.

Natalie scratched her face. “What do you mean I’m not Mrs. Jean?” I’ll be Mrs. Jean soon enough. What’s the rush? she thought.

Jameson squirmed awkwardly. “Nat is my wife in my eyes.”

The woman sneered, “Mr. Jean, I hate mistresses most. Bringing one to meet me shows you aren’t serious about this deal.” She stood to leave, not even glancing at Natalie. “Consider the deal off.”

Her husband followed, giving Jameson a helpless look. “Bye, Mr. Jean.”

Natalie seethed, but the itching was unbearable. “Jamie, take me to the hospital now.”

Jameson was still shocked by losing the deal, but he couldn’t ignore Natalie’s suffering. When she tried to lean on him, he flinched back like she had a plague. “Jamie, you’re disgusted by me?” she snapped.

“Just a reflex,” he lied.

Natalie felt hurt but held her tongue. The truth was, Jameson only liked her for her looks. She was the only woman who could arouse him in years, hence no other flings.

At Yaleview Hospital, Natalie’s allergy worsened. Doctors couldn’t identify the allergen, and tests showed nothing. They gave her anti-allergy meds and an IV. As she scratched a hive on her arm, it oozed pus, giving off a foul smell.

While Jameson went to get her medicine, he froze. There was Ruth. What’s she doing here? he wondered.