Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie and Landon) novel Chapter 41

**Chapter 41: Change of Attitude**

**Natalie’s POV:**

As soon as the words left my lips, an eerie silence enveloped the private room. It was as if time had paused, and every pair of eyes turned toward me, their curiosity palpable. The tension in the air was thick, and I could feel my heart racing, each beat echoing in the stillness.

I directed my attention toward Alice, who sat across the table, her expression a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. “Alice, what’s the name of your firm?” I asked, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

“Cloud Sailing Tech,” Alice replied, her tone quick and efficient, as if she had been waiting for this moment.

“Great. Find out if there’s a company named Cloud Sailing Tech that is interested in one of our subsidiary projects. If they exist, I want you to arrange a meeting for them tomorrow morning. Make it happen,” I commanded, my words sharp and devoid of any pretense of politeness. There was no room for doubt or hesitation in my voice.

Alice’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape as she processed my words.

Once I hung up, I turned to her, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly as I softened my tone. “Don’t worry, Alice. I’ve secured this opportunity for you. Your journey back won’t be in vain. But whether this partnership comes to fruition will depend on the capabilities of Cloud Sailing Tech.”

“Natalie… you can’t be serious. You really got the Scott Group involved?” Alice’s voice trembled, a blend of hope and skepticism threading through her words.

“Come on, Natalie!” Rebecca interjected, her disbelief palpable. She was clinging desperately to her last shred of hope. “You think you can trick us all with a fake phone call?”

Her words snapped the others back to reality, and murmurs of discontent filled the room.

“Natalie, stop it! Look at poor Alice; you’re just messing with her,” someone piped up, their voice laced with concern.

“Is it that hard to admit you’re bluffing? You act like you’re above us, but you’re just like the rest of us!”

Their remarks cut deeper this time, filled with scorn and derision. It was as if they had all conspired to label me a fraud.

But just as quickly as the storm of whispers had risen, it fell silent once again.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of Alice’s phone pierced through the quiet.

She scrambled to grab it, her fingers shaking slightly. When she glanced at the caller ID, her breath caught in her throat.

“Could it really be… the Scott Group?” she whispered, disbelief coloring her voice.

Everyone leaned in closer, their eyes wide with anticipation. Alice answered with a shaky, “Hello?”

“This can’t be real… It’s impossible! How could you possibly be connected to the Scott family, Natalie? What kind of trickery is this?” she babbled, her voice rising in pitch, her pheromones swirling chaotically around her.

“Rebecca, do you really think someone could just fabricate the Scott Group’s official contact information?” I retorted coolly, my voice slicing through her frantic words with precision.

Just then, as if fate itself was adding an exclamation point to my point, Alice’s phone emitted a soft “ding,” indicating a new message.

With trembling hands, Alice opened it, her voice quavering with excitement as she read aloud, “From Moon-Shadowed Pack, the Scott Group. Dear Ms. Summers, we kindly invite you to a meeting at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow to discuss potential cooperation. The meeting will be held in the conference room on the 3rd floor of Building A, Scott Group Energy Science Park. P.S. The full address and our customer service number are attached below for your reference.”

The message was impeccably formatted, exuding a cold, formal authority—an unmistakable hallmark of a large corporation.

One of the guys who had been most insistent on my apology suddenly lost his composure; his legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

The rest of the group appeared utterly defeated, their heads bowed as if they wished they could vanish into thin air or rewind time. The atmosphere was thick with regret and fear, a palpable tension that hung heavily in the air.

The crowd in the private room seemed to part like the Red Sea, creating a clear path for me to walk through. They stepped aside in silence, their expressions transformed from mockery to awe, a mixture of admiration and terror reflecting in their eyes.

The organizer of the class reunion, though visibly trembling, mustered the courage to step forward. His voice, a blend of nervousness and flattery, broke the silence. “Natalie, what is your relationship with the Moon-Shadowed Pack and the Scott family? Are you truly… the heiress of the Scott family?”