Chapter 530
Before getting into the car, Johanna turned to her daughter and reiterated, “I’ve said this before. But if
you are wronged in any way, you must tell us.”
“I know, Mom. Stop nagging, okay? Call me when you get home.” Natalie basked in the warmth of her
parents affections. It was wonderful to have a family.
When the car finally disappeared into the distance, she let out a sigh of relief. The smile disappeared
from her face. She looked at Brandon in the eye and asked, “Are you keeping something from me?
Something to do with your condition?”
Brandon stiffened, but he was able to maintain hisposure. “You know it’s just memory loss.”
Natalie’s frown deepened. “You seemed hesitant when you were asked about the side effects. It’s
making me uneasy. I’m worried.”
Brandon’s mind raced as he thought of a way to dodge her questions. After a while, he raised his
eyebrow and tilted his head provocatively. “You can see for yourselfter whether something is wrong
with me or not.”
Then, before Natalie could retort, he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder before striding
back into the living room. He tossed her gently on the sofa and p**ssed his body against hers.
Natalie struggled halfheartedly. Her cheeks had turned a delectable shade of pink, and a yful smile
was dancing on her lips. “Stop fooling around. All right, I trust you.”
She refrained from prying any further and focused on her parents instead. “Honey, we need to deal with
this matter as soon as possible. The rumor has spread all over. My parents are worried and itching to
do something about it. Dalores must be punished.”
Brandon plopped down beside her and nuzzled her hair, his eyes turning dark and unfathomable. His
next words were spoken in a clear, blunt manner. “Don’t worry. Dalores cannot escape.”
That night, a ck car sped along the exp**ssway in Barnes.
Dalores looked utterly worn out. Every so often, she would nce at the rearview mirror, her eyes wide
and a little crazed. She clutched her phone with one hand while the other took hold of the steering
wheel. She didn’t know where to go.
Dalores left W Marks Studio two days ago.
At the time, Tasha was busy taking care of the design drafts.
Dalores sorted out the projects she had been handling and handed them over. “Tasha,” she said with
some reluctance. “Is it possible for me to enter the clothing room for thest time? I just want to take
onest look at the dresses. I don’t think I will be returning to W Marks again.”
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After a brief moment’s hesitation, Tasha agreed to let her in.
Once inside, Dalores shut the door behind her and went on a rampage on Este’s dress, cutting it up
to bits and pieces.
“Tasha!” she cackled like a madwoman. “Natalie! I’d like to see how you b*tches exin this to Este
later!”
Dalores then waited for Este to appear and make a scene at the studio, just as Mrs. Fuller had done
last time. To her dismay, she waited and waited, but W Marks remained as peaceful as could be.
Este didn’t kick up a fuss at all.
In the end, Dalores was unable to contain her anxiety and called Este.
“How dare you call me! I had no idea that you resigned until I went to get my dress earlier.” Este was
obviously in a foul mood, and she was about to hang up when Dalores quickly stopped her.
“Before I left W Marks, I heard that some clumsy designer damaged your dress. Did the studio
compensate you for it?”
“The evening dress you designed for me was too gaudy. I don’t really like it. Natalie will design a new
ensemble for me, as well as a backup choice. She is responsible and very capable, and I am satisfied
with her. You, on the other hand, Dalores… You didn’t even notify me that you intended to resign! How
negligent of you. With that kind of attitude, who do you think is going to hire you as their designer in the
future?” Este was notorious for her sharp t***ue. She made sure to berate Dalores before ending the
call, which left thetter rightly outraged.
Things were not going her way at all. Why was it that Natalie always managed to wheedle her way out
of danger? And so, when rumors about Natalie and Draco’s rtionship reached Dalores, she wasted
no time bribing several sketchy reporters to expose this supposed affair. She wanted to ruin Natalie’s
reputation once and for all.
Unfortunately, the tabloids were quickly supp**ssed by the Larson Group. Not only that, but Dalores
receivedwyer’s letters shortly after, both from the Larson Group and W Marks Studio.
With the likelihood of a jail sentence looming over her head, Dalores packed up her things and drove
out of the city.
She had heard of Brandon, of course. He was known for his ruthlessness, and was often likened to
Satan himself. Needless to say, Dalores found herself regretting everything she had done. She
shouldn’t have tried to sabotage Natalie!
Dalores was still fuming about her circumstances as she nced at the rearview mirror again. This
time, she saw a number of cars tailing her at an rming speed. In fact, they were about to overtake
her.
“Where did all these peoplee from?” Dalores wasn’t sure who had sent them. She might be fond of
gossiping, but she had never provoked anyone to their face.
In the next second, her phone rang. An unknown number was calling.
Dalores p**ssed the answer b**ton with a healthy amount of trepidation. “Who is this?”
A sharp female voice came through the line. It was Mrs. Fuller. “Hello, Dalores. How does it feel to be
public enemy number one? Do you remember what I told you? The moment you leave W Marks Studio,
I’ll be out to get you. Now that you have offended both the Larson family and the White family, you are
doomed. It disgusts me that I have to dispose of you myself, b*tch. You know what? I’m not gonna do
that. I’ll just hand you over to Brandon, and once I do, you will know—”
Dalores felt a chill race down her spine, and she hurriedly hung up.
“You’re the b*tch! You’re all b*tches!” She screamed inside the car and stepped hard on the gas.
In an attempt to get rid of her pursuers, she changednes and drove on the wrong side of the road.
Before she could even gain some distance, she was blinded by a beam of lighting from her left.
She turned in surprise and saw a truck rounding a corner and speeding toward her.
Dalores had no time to get out of the way.
The truck rammed into her car, sending it toppling a few meters away.
The oil tank was punctured in the process, and gasoline steadily flowed out of the vehicle and onto the
road. In the next second, a loud explosion urred, and the car was aze. Dark smoke billowed into
the night sky as the pungent smell of burning spread in the air.
The other cars screeched to a halt, and several burly men in ck suits approached the scene to
assess the situation. Dalores was stuck inside the car and her head was bleeding. Shey in aa,
surrounded by raging mes.