Joanna's sobs came through the phone, startling him.

"Ms. Scott, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" His voice was gentle.

With every sob from Joanna, his heart leaped into his throat.

"Horace, help me! Come to my new apartment and help me! Something's happened to me and Maxwell."

"What?" Horace was stunned.

***

On New Year's Eve, Joanna and Maxwell Griffith were both rushed to the hospital.

All her previous excitement for the holiday had turned into deep despair.

Maxwell was taken to the emergency room, while she was diagnosed with a broken leg. She would be in a wheelchair for at least three months. Joanna's New Year was turning out to be an absolute disaster.

Even though it was a holiday, the hospital was still crowded, with people rushing in and out, their faces tense.

The wind outside was bone-chilling, but Joanna's heart was even colder.

Horace stayed with Joanna, helped her get her wound treated by a doctor, and after her lower leg was put in a cast, she was placed in a wheelchair. He then pushed her to the operating room to wait for Maxwell to come out.

Horace looked at Joanna's grim face, wanting to ask her what had happened multiple times.

But seeing her dark expression, he swallowed his questions each time.

After what felt like an eternity, the light above the operating room went out. A doctor came out and told Joanna that Maxwell was out of danger, but he had suffered a concussion from the severe beating.

He would need to be hospitalized for a week for observation before he could be discharged.

Joanna's tense heart finally relaxed a little.

"Horace, push me to his room," she said, her voice dark.

She had to find out who dared to plot against her like this.

Horace had already started investigating. While waiting for Maxwell, he had

reviewed the security footage from outside Joanna's apartment.

Watching the two unfamiliar men, he noticed something strange.

As he pushed Joanna into the elevator, and they were alone, he spoke in a low voice.

"Ms. Scott I've checked all the

hallway surveillance. The two menet who attacked you were weak mene

hyper-realistic masks."

Upon hearing this, Joanna went numb with fury.

She was so angry. They didn't dare show their real faces, so they had to be Natalie's

men.

That damned bitch was getting more and more cunning.

Joanna looked at him furiously. "Horace, investigate. Investigate thoroughly. It has to be Natalie."

Natalie must have suspected her in the car accident and was now retaliating.

Horace frowned slightly and said respectfully, "Ms. Scott, maybe we should call the police."

"The police?" Joanna's brow

furrowed: She didn't dare call the et for her Content het

police afraid that Natalie

a trap

She felt like she didn't know Natalie at all anymore.

Natalie had hidden her true abilities, while she, in contrast, had been completely exposed in front of her.

When it came to scheming, she was no match for Natalie.

"No police. I'll get my revenge in other ways. What about Chloe? Have you managed to contact her?"

Horace shook his head. "No, and I can't get in touch with Jonathan either."

Joanna found it strange. Why couldn't he reach Jonathan?

"Call Adrian and ask him where Jonathan is. We absolutely have to sign Chloe first."

Right now, signing Chloe was the most important thing.

Horace didn't understand why she was so fixated on signing Chloe.

Seeing how anxious Joanna was, he quickly called Adrian.

When the call connected, Horace asked, "Adrian, where's Jonathan? I can't seem to reach him today."

Adrian's frantic and angry voice

came from the other end. "Horace, I was about to ask you the same thing! Did you guys report Jonathan? The only person he's seen lately is your Jonathan's been reported for coercing female students for business deals, along with a ton of other charges! It's New Year's Eve! Are you trying to ruin our lives?"