He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 148: You Actually Want to Conspire with Someone Else Against Me

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: You Actually Want to Conspire with Someone Else Against Me

Natalie Morgan held Momo’s little hand, chatting and laughing as they walked out of the kindergarten.

In a car parked across the street.

Felix Finch stubbed out his cigarette, his gaze fixed on the figures of the woman and child. "This is the kindergarten. She comes to pick the kid up every weekend. You know what needs to be done. I don’t have to spell it out for you, do I?"

"Does Theodore Grant not know the child is his?" came a woman’s voice.

"He will," Felix Finch said, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "But this time, I need to use this child to win back Natalie Morgan’s trust, and then..."

He would let Theodore Grant find out the child was his own flesh and blood—after the child was dead.

That kind of pain...

"But what if Theodore Grant finds out I was the one who did it..."

SLAP.

Without any warning, the man suddenly raised his hand and dealt a resounding slap across the woman’s cheek.

The blow made her ears ring, and it felt as if her eardrum was about to burst.

"I went through all that trouble to pull you back from death’s door, and you’re dithering over a little thing like this?" the man glared at her, his voice full of impatience and menace. "I’m asking you to kidnap someone, not to commit murder and arson. What are you afraid of? Or do you want another taste of being thrown into the open sea?"

The woman was dizzy and disoriented from the man’s sudden slap.

She clutched her swollen right cheek, her eyes filled with terror and trepidation.

Shaking her head frantically, she stammered, "No, I don’t want to... I won’t dare again. I’ll do whatever you say."

Back then, when Weller Kendall brought her and Noelle Bell onto the boat, she knew it was a perilous situation and that she was probably going to die.

She had been terrified, her heart filled with despair.

No matter how much she begged and pleaded through her tears, it was no use.

After Noelle Bell was shot dead, her body was hastily stuffed into a burlap sack and, like a piece of useless trash, cruelly tossed into the bottomless open sea.

And she hadn’t been spared either.

Luckily, the shot to her chest had not been a fatal blow, missing her vitals slightly.

After being thrown into the open sea, she was rescued by Felix Finch.

Wanda Lynch clutched the gunshot scar on her chest.

That was a despair she never wanted to experience again.

Did she want revenge?

She did, but she didn’t dare. All she wanted now was to find a place to hide and live out the rest of her days, however wretchedly.

"Wanda Lynch, don’t you worry. As long as you do exactly as I say, I will lead you, step by step, to taste the sweet fruit of revenge."

Felix Finch laughed maniacally, the sound like a demonic echo from hell.

Wanda Lynch watched his face, twisted by his wild laughter, and her eyes filled with terror.

...

That evening, after Natalie Morgan lulled Momo to sleep, she went to the kitchen, planning to make some instant noodles to fill her stomach.

A bright sweep of headlights flashed across the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dim kitchen.

Natalie Morgan instinctively looked up and glanced outside.

Theodore Grant was back.

She put down the bowl and chopsticks she was holding, wiped her hands lightly with a paper towel, and went out to greet him.

Although there was no smile on her face, her expression was calm and gentle, poised and elegant.

"Mr. Grant."

She bent down slightly, took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and respectfully placed them at Theodore Grant’s feet.

The man glanced down at her, slipped on the slippers, and walked into the living room.

"Make dinner. I’m hungry." His voice was cold and detached, devoid of any warmth.

She made a small sound of assent. "Alright."

The woman went to the kitchen.

The man sat in the living room, somewhat bored, lost in thought.

Today, Weller Kendall had come and told him that Sean Lane had contacted Natalie Morgan.

He guessed it was probably about the Bluemount project.

Too many people had their eyes on this project lately.

He himself had already uncovered no fewer than three moles within the Grant Group colluding with Sean Lane.

Pushing the project forward was difficult and slow. If Sean Lane were to use Natalie Morgan to ruin it at a time like this...

What would he do?

The man’s deep gaze slowly lifted, landing on the slender figure in the kitchen.

’She can not love me. She can even hate me.’

’But she can’t team up with an outsider—especially not someone like Sean Lane—to muddy the waters.’

’Sean Lane, like me, is no saint.’

’She used to know her place, but now...’

"Mr. Grant, dinner is ready."

Natalie Morgan placed the food on the table.

Then, she turned and went back into the kitchen to make herself a bowl of steaming instant noodles.

After Theodore Grant sat down, she went into the kitchen, found a small stool, and sat down to enjoy her simple bowl of noodles by herself.

His appetite vanished.

He sat there, his brows tightly furrowed, and called out to her, an edge of anger in his voice, "Come here and eat."

"Huh?" Holding her noodle bowl, she looked at the man in confusion. "Aren’t I forbidden from eating at the table?"

’Didn’t he tell me to be clear about my station?’

’My station is that of a servant in this house, which means I can’t eat with the master.’

"I’m ordering you to come and sit down now." His expression was dark, his temper frayed. "I have something to ask you."

"Oh."

’So there is something he wants,’ she thought.

Natalie Morgan put down her noodle bowl and walked out.

"Mr. Grant, what is it?" She stood to the side, her posture respectful but distant.

The man lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze sweeping over her as sharp as a knife. "I heard Sean Lane went to see you. What did you talk about?"

The fact that Sean Lane had come to see her... She knew it was a secret that couldn’t be kept, but she hadn’t expected Theodore Grant to find out so quickly.

"Nothing important. Just some idle chatter," she said, biting her lip lightly, trying to keep her tone flat.

But her expression betrayed her.

The man rose to his feet and advanced on her, the chill emanating from him growing stronger with each step. "Idle chatter? Are you sure?"

"It really was just some trivial matters."

She kept backing away, trying to escape his gaze, which seemed to see through everything.

"What about the Bluemount matter? Did he bring it up?"

Natalie Morgan was silent.

"He didn’t mention Bluemount?" He fought to suppress the rage in his heart, hoping she would be honest. "You didn’t reach some kind of agreement with him?"

Natalie Morgan lowered her gaze, not daring to look up at Theodore Grant.

She retreated step by step until her back was pressed against the cold wall. "If you want to know what we talked about, you can go ask Sean Lane directly."

He gave a somewhat disappointed smile.

’She’s on her guard against me.’

"You think that bastard would tell me the truth?" He raised a hand and seized her chin, his grip tight, his eyes practically breathing fire. "Natalie Morgan, I saved your son’s life, and now you’re thinking of scheming against me with someone else?"

Her eyes trembled as she shook her head.

She wanted to deny it all.

But she couldn’t deny it completely, because she had, in fact, been seriously considering it.

She also truly hadn’t expected that Theodore Grant would guess it was about the Bluemount project right away.

It had only been a few days.

She had no explanation.

His hand tightened, his gaze turning vicious. "You eat my food, you live in my house! I provide for you and your son, and this is how you repay me?"

His grip was so tight it felt like he wanted to snap her neck.

The woman struggled to breathe, finally admitting, "Yes, Sean Lane did come to see me to talk about the Bluemount project."

"And?" His dark eyes narrowed to slits. "What did you promise him?"

"He asked me to help him steal the blueprints for the Bluemount project, and I..." She didn’t want to lie, especially not when he looked ready to kill her. "...I was actually tempted."

Sean Lane wanted to put Theodore Grant in an impossible position, besieged from all sides.

Natalie Morgan was indeed an excellent pawn.

Sean Lane knew, moreover, that if the plot were exposed, the crime of stealing trade secrets would fall entirely on Natalie Morgan. He wouldn’t have to bear a shred of responsibility.

It was a perfectly planned move on his part.

"Good. Very good." He abruptly flung her chin aside, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "So, what have you decided?"