Chapter 375

Natalie Lowell pulled a crimson booklet from her purse and slapped it across Daniel Sherwood's face with a sharp crack.

"Going home? Take a good look at what this is."

The divorce certificate gleamed an offensive red under the chandelier lights.

Daniel's gaze dropped to the embossed gold lettering. His pupils constricted violently.

"Filed today." Natalie's lips curled in a frosty smile. "Check with the Civil Affairs Bureau if you don't believe me."

Her eyes raked over his ashen face.

"One more thing, Daniel. Who put you up to harassing Evelyn? Think carefully before answering."

His entire body trembled. Lips quivered soundlessly.

Whatever affection she'd once harbored had long curdled into revulsion. Natalie wanted this man excised from her life like a malignant tumor.

Evelyn Roland stood nearby, understanding flashing in her eyes.

So there was a puppeteer pulling strings.

Daniel stared at the divorce papers, bloodshot eyes bulging. He jerked his head up, voice ragged. "Impossible! I never signed anything!"

"Your adultery videos and domestic violence evidence could grant ten divorces." Natalie's laugh was brittle.

Color drained from his face.

Everything—the wealth, the status—gone.

He whirled toward Evelyn, features contorted. "This is all that bitch's fault!"

"Enough!" Natalie's voice cracked like a whip. "Even without Evelyn, I would've divorced you!"

She stepped closer, words dropping to a lethal whisper. "The moment you and your mother left me to die that night, you sealed your fate."

Daniel lunged.

A bodyguard intercepted him mid-motion, twisting both arms behind his back.

"I went through your phone." Natalie's tone turned arctic. "Anonymous texts coaching you how to frame Evelyn. Every single day."

He froze.

How did she know?

True, someone had been feeding him strategies to sabotage Evelyn. But today he'd deviated from their script—accusing Evelyn of seducing him would only push Natalie further away.

"Natalie, let me explain!" Daniel thrashed against the restraint. "Those messages meant nothing! I just wanted us—"

Her hand slashed through the air. "Throw him out."

The bodyguard dragged the howling man toward the exit.

Evelyn observed the spectacle with detached amusement. Such a pathetic clown wasn't worth her attention.

"My apologies for dragging you into this." Natalie's voice softened with genuine remorse.

Evelyn offered a faint smile. "No matter. I'll take my leave."

"Tomorrow." Natalie nodded. She couldn't depart yet—this was her brother's business function.

After Evelyn's departure, the banquet hall plunged into glacial silence.

Old Mr. Lowell's face darkened. Mrs. Lowell fidgeted nervously. At the crowd's center, Margaret Valentine stood as if standing on nails.