Her strength was terrifying. She looked so delicate, like a strong gust of wind could blow her over, yet she was incredibly powerful.
Luna shot the struggling Jerome a venomous glare and sneered, “Are all you Scotts this rude? Don’t you know how to knock? Ms. Sanders is no longer part of your family. Shouldn’t you at least show some basic courtesy when you come looking for someone?”
Jerome froze. Ms. Sanders?
When he’d first gone to get Natalie, she was living in a dilapidated shack in the middle of nowhere.
Since when did she become “Ms. Sanders”?
She was certainly putting on an act.
He met Luna’s icy stare and found himself at a loss for words.
“What should I do with him?” Luna asked, well aware of how much Natalie despised the Scotts.
“Throw him out,” Natalie said, her voice like ice as she glanced at Jerome. “And tell security downstairs that no one from the Scott family is to be allowed in here. Not a single one.”
Jerome scoffed. “Well, look at you, Natalie, putting on airs. Aren’t you a Scott yourself? Who gave you the authority to ban the family from coming here? You’re just a design director. The arrogance is unbelievable.”
“Not anymore. And do you really think people like you are worthy of being called family?”
Jerome choked on his words. “About the incident with Larry… I admit I didn’t think it through.”
Natalie let out a bitter laugh, her words striking him like a physical blow. “You didn’t ‘not think it through,’ Jerome. You wanted me to be publicly scorned. You wanted everyone to hate me.”
“I’m not the one who crippled you—someone else took care of that. I warned you not to participate in that street race.”



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