The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 338

"There's more underneath." Natalie reached deeper into the box, pulling out a stack of photographs—pictures of Sophia.

However, each one had been defaced with thick red crosses, and the back of the photos was covered in vile insults—"Slut", "Die", and "Trash".

Sophia's face had been slashed beyond recognition, her features completely mutilated.

At the very bottom of the box lay a small doll. On its back, someone had written Sophia's birthday. The doll was riddled with pinholes as if it had been used for some twisted revenge.

It was clear just how much they hated her.

"These are all evidence."

Natalie carefully packed everything back into the box and handed it to Marcus. Then, she stepped forward, suddenly grabbing Shane's face and forcing his mouth open before swiftly shoving a small pill down his throat.

With a push and a pull, Shane had no time to react—the pill was already swallowed.

He immediately shoved his fingers down his throat, desperately trying to make himself vomit.

Shane coughed and retched violently, but nothing came up. He could only dry heave in agony.

"Don't waste your energy." Natalie's voice was ice-cold. "Now answer me—does Emma have the same kind of material you do?"

He stopped gagging and slowly lifted his head, his eyes filled with resentment.

Before he could speak, Marcus stepped forward, shielding Natalie and pressing the heel of his polished leather shoe against Shane's throat.

"If you don't want your eyes, you can take them out." His deep, magnetic voice sounded nonchalant. "If you can't learn to judge people, there's no need to keep them."

"I—I can judge! I can judge just fine! Mr. Holden, please! I swear I won't misjudge her!"

The moment Marcus finished speaking, Shane groveled like a dog.

Natalie stood to the side, watching. She had finally figured it out—Marcus' presence carried more weight than all five Walker brothers combined.

"Ms. Walker, I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I won't do it again!"

"Answer her question." Marcus pressed down slightly harder with his foot, bulging Shane's eyes.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

"Ms. Emma… has more than I do." Shane gasped in pain. "It was her who ordered me to do this to Sophia! She told me to take those photos and videos. She said Sophia kept clinging to Mr. Holden and needed to be taught a lesson.

"She also said Sophia was unworthy of Mr. Sky and that I should completely ruin her so she could never marry him."

Shane felt as if the shoe pressing against his throat wasn't just a foot but a knife—one that could drop at any moment and sever his head from his body.

"Ms. Emma also promised me that if Sophia gave birth to my child, she would help me become the son-in-law of the Sinclair family.

"Ms. Walker, I was wrong! Mr. Holden, please have mercy on me!"

Natalie's voice turned even colder. "One more question—did Sky know about what you did to Sophia?"

She emphasized his name, her tone sharp. "Think before you answer."

Shane hesitated for a moment.

Marcus let out a low chuckle. Then, he pressed down again.

"Ahh! I'll talk! I'll talk!" Shane screamed in agony. "Mr. Sky… he knows about it."

"Damn it!" Natalie clenched her fists tightly.

"So you dare to act so arrogantly because, besides Emma, you have Sky protecting you, right?"

Shane shut his eyes in despair. He wasn't afraid of Natalie, but he was terrified of Marcus.

Marcus was the heir and ruler of Holden Group, but he also held another title in the outside world—the Living King of Hell.

Most people never got close enough to see his true nature. To them, he was just a powerful businessman. But those who had witnessed his methods firsthand called him the Living King of Hell.

Natalie had beaten Shane senseless earlier, and he hadn't cared.