Bye-bye Trash! Hello Queen! novel Chapter 1036

Natalie took a deep breath. "Fine. If thinking that way makes you feel better, then go ahead and think that."

"I was going to try and talk some sense into you. After all, you're still young, you have a good life ahead of you, and your parents adore you."

"But if you don't even want to live, why should I play the part of the bleeding heart?"

Natalie slowly got off the bed. To Maxwell, her cool voice was deafening.

It was unclear if he was angry or if her words had gotten through to him. A dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and he glared at Natalie.

His smile was cold. "Natalie, once you're dead, the Spencer family can also get a piece of the Griffith family's fortune."

"Tsk!" Natalie shook her head and let out a dry laugh. Hearing that, she knew she had wasted her breath.

"Natalie, what was that for?" His handsome face was already on the verge of crumbling.

Natalie shot back, "I'm scoffing at how stupid you are. Sebastian couldn't get any of it back, so what makes you think the Spencer family can? Your own idiotic brain, or your father's, which is only good for partying?"

"Maxwell, wake up. The moment you walk out of here, you'll be arrested. Joanna has already arranged your 'escape route'—straight to a prison cell."

Natalie's words were too incredible to believe.

He refused to believe that Joanna would deceive him.

"No... impossible. Joanna would never lie to me!"

Maxwell was getting agitated.

Natalie knew he didn't believe her. "Maxwell, Mr. Wilson is right here in the hospital. You can call him and ask how the Wilson family fell."

"I don't care how they fell! It's a dog-eat-dog world. It's his own fault he wasn't capable enough to keep his company afloat. Companies getting swallowed up happens all the time."

Natalie fell silent. So, he did understand the concept of survival of the fittest.

She stood by the bed, just watching him calmly.

"Natalie, what was that story you were going to tell me?"

Natalie's gaze was cold. "I'm not interested in telling it anymore."

But Maxwell was at his breaking point. He threw the dagger to the floor, the corners of his eyes bloodshot. "Tell me, Natalie! I want you to tell me what kind of story it is. If you can convince me, I won't kill you today."

"I'll even help you deal with Joanna."

Natalie glanced at the dagger on the floor, her brow furrowing slightly. Had he really had a change of heart at the most critical moment?

She took a deep breath, sat on the bed, and pulled the covers over her injured leg.

Maxwell watched her slow, deliberate movements with a complex expression.

Natalie naturally exuded a cold, proud aura, but her eyes were untouched by the world's cynicism. Perhaps it was those clear eyes that had made him lower his weapon.

Maxwell sat down on a nearby sofa, waiting for Natalie to begin.