Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 131

"As expected of a vixen!" The older woman sneered in disdain.

Natalie, who was in the process of pulling out a chair, paused briefly while her brows furrowed.

Then, she regained her composure and continued her motion. Sitting down in the chair, she smiled and replied, "Thanks for the compliment, Ma'am."

"When did I compliment you?" A puzzled look appeared on the older woman's face.

Natalie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just now. You said I was a vixen, right? Everyone knows that's another way of saying someone is incredibly beautiful. It's no longer meant to be an insult, didn't you know? You really should keep up with the times, Ma'am. The internet is a wonderful place that one can learn many things from."

The middle-aged woman scowled. She had obviously understood the hidden insult in Natalie's words - that she was an old woman who did not even know how to use the internet and keep up with the times. Infuriated, she slammed her palm down on the table. "Watch your tongue! You should show some respect to your elders! I honestly have no idea why my son is interested in a woman like you!"

"Huh?" was the eloquent response from Natalie. "Your son is interested in me? Ma'am, just who is your son?"

The older woman's nostrils flared as she pursed her lips. "Sean Thompson. I'm his mother."

Natalie's face darkened at the mention of Sean. Her voice was glacial when she spoke, "I see. No wonder you two are mother and son."

The son is dangerous and cunning while the mother is haughty and spiteful. I wonder what the father and husband will be like?

"What is that supposed to mean?" Catherine Meyer, Sean's mother, frowned at Natalie's words.

Once again, Natalie quirked her lips in a smile, a smile that never reached her eyes. "Oh, nothing. I was just praising you two." Catherine's eyes narrowed, clearly not believing her.

Natalie brought the glass of water to her lips and sipped. "Mrs. Thompson, you still haven't told me why you were looking for me."

Catherine leaned back in her seat lazily. "I just wanted to see the woman who caused my son to be beaten badly enough he had to be hospitalized. Now that I've seen you, I must say I'm not surprised- " "Hold it right there," Natalie cut her off with a raised hand. "Mrs. Thompson, I don't agree with your words. I didn't 'cause' your son to be hospitalized. He ended up there because of his own actions. He wanted to do something horrible to me, which was why Mr. Shane beat him up."

Catherine scoffed loudly, "Hah! You should feel lucky that my son took an interest in you. If you had only been a good girl and did as he said, Shane wouldn't have assaulted him!"

Natalie was utterly dumbfounded. She cried out incredulously, "Mrs. Thompson, are you seriously saying I should agree to sleep with Sean if he asks even though I don't like him?"

"You're not worthy of my son." Catherine jutted her chin proudly while throwing the younger woman a disdainful glare. "I don't care if my son only wants to play around with you. However, I'll be the first to disagree if he really wants to be with you. I've done my research on you before I came here. You're a very troublesome woman!"

"What do you mean?" Natalie brushed her fingers across the smooth surface of the glass, her eyes dark and unfathomable.

Crossing her arms before her chest, Catherine ranted, "You've already caused trouble several times in the past month since you joined Thompson Group. Every single time, it involves Sean and Shane. From that alone, I already know your motive. You're obviously trying to seduce one of them so you can marry into the Thompson family! Let me tell you this right now. Don't even think about it! I'll never let you join the family!"

With that said, she opened up her branded bag and took out a check. She slapped it down on the table in front of Natalie.

Natalie glanced down at it. "Mrs. Thompson, this..."

"Take it and leave Thompson Group. Stay far away from Shane and my son." Catherine looked like she was offering something incredibly gracious.

A bubble of laughter escaped Natalie's mouth. "Two million? Mrs. Thompson, don't you think this amount is a little at odds with your status?"

In other words, how stingy was Catherine to only offer her this little money when she was clearly so wealthy?

Catherine's face darkened. "Then how much do you want?"

Natalie wagged a finger at her mockingly. "I don't want any money from you, Mrs. Thompson. You might not know this, but the copyright fees for one set of my fashion designs will earn me a few million at least. Besides..."

"Besides' what?" Catherine's expression was turning even more ugly.

She could not fathom how drawing a few sets of clothing could be worth so much.

Jasmine Smith, you little b***h! Why didn't you tell me all this before I came here? You caused me to make a fool out of myself!