The man raised his hand to block her, closing the door behind him. "Natalie Morgan, if you used this much energy to fight Theodore Grant, you wouldn’t have ended up so abused by him."
"Sean Lane, get the hell out of here right now."
"Why do you always look at like I’m your mortal enemy every ti we et? I ca here today to talk to you about sothing important."
Sean Lane plopped down onto the sofa.
He glanced sideways and saw the instant noodles on her table.
"Perfect, I haven’t eaten." He reached for the instant noodles, but Natalie Morgan snatched them away with lightning speed. "Leave. Do you hear ?"
His hand grasped at empty air.
Sean Lane had no choice but to pull back. "You really don’t want to hear what this is about?"
"What is it you want to say?" Natalie Morgan asked, her face cold.
A smile played on Sean Lane’s lips. "I have a lot of evidence right now. How Unity Hospital abused Thomas Morgan, what your father went through in there after he was arrested... Do you want it?"
Before Natalie Morgan could answer, Sean Lane continued, "I know you were once deeply in love with Theodore Grant, but so what? He doesn’t love you, and he’s ticulously planned the destruction of the Morgan Family. Don’t you hate him?"
"Natalie Morgan, I can help you. Together, we can make Theodore Grant fall from grace and plunge into hell. The Morgan Family will no longer have to fear his threats. You’ll be able to hold your heads high. I can even help you cure Thomas Morgan’s madness."
Natalie Morgan slowly relaxed her tense body.
In the past, she would have rejected Sean Lane without a second thought.
But now...
"Why should I believe you?"
"Take a look at this first." Sean Lane pulled up a video on his phone and handed it to Natalie Morgan. "A person doesn’t just go insane for no reason. Look at what your brother really went through in there."
With trembling fingertips, Natalie Morgan took the phone.
On the screen, besides Thomas Morgan, there were several other n.
They were holding electric batons, jabbing them into Thomas Morgan’s body again and again.
They stripped him naked and urinated on him.
They would also fill the room with snakes, insects, rats, and ants.
Any normal person in such an environnt would either die or go insane.
Natalie Morgan closed her eyes, gripping the phone tightly, desperately suppressing the turbulent emotions surging within her. "Why? Why would they do this to him?"
"It’s simply because his last na is Morgan, and because he supposedly did sothing he shouldn’t have to Wanda Lynch."
"He didn’t." Natalie Morgan’s bloodshot eyes glared at Sean Lane. "Wanda Lynch frad him! He would never do sothing like that. Never."
Sean Lane shrugged. "Of course, I believe Thomas Morgan wouldn’t do such a thing, but my belief is useless. Theodore Grant doesn’t believe it. He only believes Wanda Lynch. And of course, you should know that even if Thomas hadn’t done anything to Wanda Lynch, Theodore wouldn’t have let him go."
’Because his last na is Morgan.’
’All Morgans deserve to die.’
Natalie Morgan knew.
She knew even better that Sean Lane couldn’t be showing her these things for no reason.
He wanted a reaction from her.
"How exactly do you plan to deal with Theodore Grant?"
Finally, they were getting to the point.
Sean Lane’s expression suddenly turned serious. "To make Theodore Grant fall completely into hell, the first step is to pull him down from his position as president of the Grant Group."
"Just you?" ’What a fantasy.’
"No, us." Sean Lane already had a detailed plan. "I need your help, Natalie Morgan. Helping is helping yourself."
"Sean Lane, you’re just an illegitimate son. So what if you manage to pull Theodore Grant down from the president’s chair? Don’t forget, Theodore has a sister. It would never be your turn."
Sean Lane had never considered Claire Grant a threat.
’How much trouble could a woman possibly cause?’
"You don’t actually think the Grant Group would be handed over to a woman, do you?"
He laughed with contempt. Lucas Grant had told him long ago that the Grant Group was passed down to sons, not daughters. If Theodore stepped down, he would be the successor.
But Natalie Morgan didn’t think so.
Claire Grant had studied abroad for many years.
Her abilities were in no way inferior to Theodore Grant’s.
Years ago, their grandfather had sent her abroad with the goal of having her support Theodore in securing his position as president of the Grant Group, to prevent Lucas Grant’s children from his various affairs from carving up the company.
When it ca to the Grant Family’s affairs, the old man still had the final say.
"Even if the Grant Group isn’t handed to a woman, what makes you so sure it will be handed to you?" Natalie Morgan looked with disgust at the man with the phony smile. "You’re not Lucas Grant’s only illegitimate son. What makes you think you have such a good chance?"
"Whether or not I can beco the one to take over the Grant Group, that depends on my own abilities." Sean Lane was quite confident in himself. "Natalie Morgan, don’t you want to experience the thrill of getting revenge on Theodore Grant?"
’I do.’
’How could I not?’
But she couldn’t associate with the man in front of her.
Sean Lane was a thoroughly calculating man, full of endless sches.
Just as Theodore Grant once said, she was no match for him in a ga of wits.
"I think you’ve co to the wrong person, Mr. Lane. I do want revenge on Theodore Grant, but I can’t help it. I’m just naturally timid, so..."
"Don’t be so quick to refuse . You can think it over."
’In Sean Lane’s mind, Natalie Morgan’s refusal simply ant the stakes weren’t high enough.’
’It seems Thomas Morgan hasn’t truly struck her most vulnerable nerve yet.’
’No matter. I’ll take it slow. I have all the ti in the world.’
As he was leaving, he tossed a USB drive to Natalie Morgan. "This contains video footage of your father. I believe you’ll change your mind after you see it."
Sean Lane left.
The USB drive lay quietly on the coffee table.
She stared blankly at the small USB drive, motionless.
She desperately wanted to watch it.
But she was also afraid to.
After hesitating for an unknown amount of ti, she grabbed the USB drive, threw it into a drawer, and locked it.
So truths, she wanted to find for herself.
No matter how realistic the video was, it would only make her lose her ability to judge for herself.
...
「In the design departnt, everyone was busy with their work.」
Natalie Morgan was no exception.
Serena Sutton called with good news: she had found a suitable psychiatrist.
"Really? That’s wonderful, Serena."
"I’ve already handled the admission procedures for Thomas Morgan. The doctor said that in three months at the earliest, or six months at the latest, he should show significant improvent."
The gloom that had long clouded Natalie Morgan’s heart finally began to clear. "Thank you, Serena."
"If you want to thank , you can treat to dinner tonight."
"Of course."
When it was ti to get off work, Natalie Morgan shut down her computer and got ready to leave.
The internal line rang.
"Natalie Morgan, this is Secretary Bell from the President’s Office. Mr. Grant wants to see you. Co to the President’s Office now."
"Understood."
Natalie Morgan glanced at her watch.
She and Serena Sutton had agreed to et at a restaurant they both loved.
Worried they would have to wait for a table, she had made a reservation in advance.
"Serena, you head over first. I have a little work to finish up, I’ll be right there."
The reply ca back in a second: "Okay, you take care of work first. I’ll wait for you."
Natalie Morgan went to the President’s Office alone.
She knocked on the door and walked in.
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