Wife by Day, Boss by Night

Chapter 9

Searns & Shown know too well that Natale would do anything for money. A truly virtuous woman

wouldn’t have been caught dead at the dinner party they just let.

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that your stool has plummeted after Brian Coked you to the curb. Sure. 1 could cough up fifty millor, but

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sneered at Natale. “Come here and lick the blood of my leg.”

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look eves with him.

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Shawn was momentarily spelbound by her smile, utterly captivated by her beauty and figure.

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The driver and booguars inside the car were stunned by the scene unfolding, frozen until Shawn soig–

like squeals broke ter stupor. They instantly surrounced Natale.

Natalie pinched her calm, and the sharp pain brought moments of clarity to her spinning head. She

sniffed Ighoy and casually glanced at the men surrounding her.

She hadn’t even started with Shawn, but he had brought trouble to her doorstep.

Hearing it, Shawn knew too well that Natalie would do anything for money. A truly virtuous woman

wouldn’t have been caught dead at the dinner party they’d just left.

“That’s more like it. Only the smart ones survive,” Shawn chuckled with a smirk, “Ms. Wright, you must

realize that your stock has plummeted after Brian kicked you to the curb. Sure, I could cough up fifty

million, but that depends on your… performance.”

Natalie’s eyes shimmered with a hint of scorn as she coldly regarded Shawn, simply listening to his

tirade.

Seeing Natalie still acting all high and mighty despite her fall from grace irked Shawn more than he

cared to admit.

The embarrassment she had caused him earlier at the party was a debt he intended to collect with

interest. And it didn’t help that Brian had treated her with cold disdain, publicly shaming her. If it hadn’t

been for Gracia’s timely intervention, only God knew what sort of spectacle Natalie would’ve become.

He was determined to crush Natalie and make a grand spectacle to restore his bruised ego.

Reaching out, he flung the car door open and stretched out his right leg, burnt by a cigarette butt

earlier, and sneered at Natalie. “Come here and lick the blood off my leg.”

Natalie glanced at the wound on Shawn’s leg, illuminated by the streetlights, and then lifted her gaze to

lock eyes with him.

“Sure,” she said with a gentle smile, her voice soft.

Shawn was momentarily spellbound by her smile, utterly captivated by her beauty and figure.

Barefoot, Natalie approached Shawn with a sultry grace, each step a dance of seduction.

Recalling how she had previously refused to dance with him, Shawn was almost too excited to sit still.

As Natalie reached him, she leaned slightly forward, grasped his injured leg, and snapped it toward the

car door in a swift motion!

While dragging him out, she kicked fiercely at him. The pain hit Shawn before he could even scream,

and his voice choked in his throat. Natalie leaned in and whispered with a crooked smile. “Still want

that lick?”

The driver and bodyguards inside the car were stunned by the scene unfolding, frozen until Shawn’s

pig–like squeals broke their stupor. They instantly surrounded Natalie.

Natalie pinched her palm, and the sharp pain brought moments of clarity to her spinning head. She

sniffed lightly and casually glanced at the men surrounding her.

She hadn’t even started with Shawn, but he had brought trouble to her doorstep.

18:46

In the moonlight, chaos reigned.

Brian watched her as she dealt with the thugs and walked away, her slender figure retreating into the

night.

He frowned slightly. How had Natalie, who had only learned basic self–defense as a child, managed to

do this?

Shawn was shaking inside the car, barely able to dial for reinforcements on his phone. Before he could

unlock the screen, a hand reached into the car and grabbed his wrist, making Shawn jerk in fright.

“Mr. Foster, our boss, Mr. Howard, would like to have a word about old times,” the man outside said

icily.

Shawn stumbled to another car and bowed in guilt when he saw Brian. “Mr. Howard.”

“I hear you want the Wright family out of Streamville?” Brian’s tone was casual yet piercing.

“No, I… I didn’t mean…”

“The tongue’s a useful thing.” Brian said and chuckled, “Too bad you won’t need yours

anymore.”