Samuel opened the car door and quickly walked to Natalie. Seeing her pale face, he couldn't help but worry: "What's wrong? Are you unwell?"
Natalie raised her head, ignoring him, intending to leave after avoiding him.
"Natalie." He grabbed her arm, but unexpectedly, she immediately broke away, her face cold as ice: "This has nothing to do with you."
Samuel's eyes darkened. Natalie had previously intended to say a few polite words to him, but now her attitude seemed to be completely not want to see him again.
What happened to make her change so much?
"I only care about you."
"But I don't need it." She raised her eyes, her gaze filled with aloofness and indifference, piercing Samuel's heart, causing a slight pain: "I just hope that you and I will go our separate ways in the future, and don't bother me in front of me anymore."
The words fell to the ground, the man's face was startled, and his eyes showed a hurt look.
But Natalie only glanced, then she lifted her feet and left. The determination from behind was the same as her attitude.
Not far away.
A figure looked over the whole scene, Lily clenched her fists, and her eyes showed a cruel look.
Lately, Samuel used the excuse of going on a business trip to flirt with Natalie, even finding a few people to watch her in the villa, saying it was protection, but in fact it was house arrest in disguise. If she hadn't found an opportunity to sneak out, she wouldn't have known that these two people were entangled like this.
Why? How could Natalie suddenly become the young lady of the Brooks family, even the men who didn't like her fell in love with her? Life was so good, but she could only hide in a hidden corner, forever relying on others to live.
The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she felt. Finally, a flash of hatred flashed from the bottom of her eyes. Samuel wanted to abandon her so easily? Don't think about it.
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The next morning, Natalie suddenly received an anonymous postman.
"Hey? Someone sent you something. Is it Samuel? Come and see." Zoe handed her the wrapped box, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Natalie didn't want to hear his name at all now; she didn't even bother to look at the package: "I don't know."
"Then let me see what that bastard Samuel sent." Zoe smiled and started to open the package.
"What?"
Hearing the noise, she immediately ran out of the room. Seeing the scene before her, her pupils suddenly shrank.
It was a dead cat.
"What the hell is this?" Zoe came back to her senses, hurriedly took out the cardboard box next to her, and put the dead cat back.
Natalie stared at the box, silently clenching her fists.
"Someone must have sent this on purpose to scare you." Zoe walked over and looked at her seriously: "Has anything happened recently?"
"Zoe, you go home first." Natalie looked away. She hadn't told Zoe about the assassination before. This messenger might be related to that incident, so it was best not to involve others.
"You..." Zoe frowned worriedly.
"I'm fine, you go home first."
"You must find this bastard. You can't do it so openly. That person must have done these disgusting things secretly." Zoe said indignantly, then patted Natalie's shoulder: "Then I'll go first. If anything happens, you must tell me immediately; otherwise, I will turn my back on you."
Natalie's lips curled slightly, and she smiled: "I see."
As soon as Zoe left, the smile on her face completely disappeared. She narrowed her eyes, walked to the table, tore off the paper that wrapped the cat, and looked at the bloody cat's body.
She often received threats like this when she was abroad, and it was not uncommon to hear that it was even more extreme than this, but she did not expect to encounter it in America.
She had not yet learned about the assassination that night, but it was not a big deal to be just a courier source. However, the other party seemed not to want to hide it, choosing to hide their identity when sending the letter, but leaving their real name in the courier company's registration book.
She was not surprised to see Lily's name.
Samuel's actions these days, if it were Lily, she would not be angry, but that woman did not dare to cause trouble with Samuel, yet she dared to make her hate her? Did she really think she was a soft persimmon?
Natalie pursed her lips coldly, her eyes showing a cold look. The other party had kindly given her such a "surprise"; she had no choice but to return the favor.
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In a villa in the suburbs.
In the long-silent house, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out. Followed by the panicked footsteps of the servant.
"It's not good. Miss Lily fainted, call the master quickly."
"What's the matter?" When Samuel ran over, Lily had already woken up, leaning against the bed, her eyes red, her face frightened.
"Samuel..." Lily looked at him with red eyes, then choked and said: "Shouldn't I have come back, shouldn't I have come to you, let alone because of me you divorced?"
Hearing these nonsense words, Samuel narrowed his black eyes, and he frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
"Sir, someone delivered a letter to the house today. It was sent by Miss Natalie. Seeing this, Miss Lily fainted." The servant beside her hurriedly pulled out the package hidden in the corner.
Seeing the dead cat lying on the ground, the man's expression changed slightly, and then he shouted: "What's the matter?"
"This is from Natalie." The servant replied.
The man frowned, his expression cold.
Lily glanced at him, the corners of her lips slightly raised, and when the man looked over, she regained her original weak expression.
"I'll take care of this; you rest well."
She obediently nodded, knowing that Samuel would go find Natalie, which was exactly what she wanted.
She understood Natalie well; if Samuel got angry and questioned her, she definitely wouldn't explain, according to her nature.
Moreover, this matter would also plant a thorn in Samuel's heart; all the good feelings he had for Natalie before would also disappear because of it.
She was lost in her thoughts, but did not notice the man's gaze, and she was no longer as worried as before.
After leaving the villa, Samuel's expression suddenly darkened, and his black eyes flashed with coldness.
"Oliver. Tell the servants to take care of Lily; do not let her leave the villa again."
"Yes."
He did go to Natalie as Lily wished, but did not ask her for her sins.
"Have you had any unpleasant experiences recently?" Samuel asked directly.
Natalie sneered, half-smiling: "Yes, it's not thanks to you."