After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 866: The Old Lady Was Dismissed So Easily?

Natalie Niles slowed her tone at this moment, her voice gentle and clear, like the sound of tinkling spring water, quite pleasing to the ear.

But everyone felt she was like a demon, completely unable to hear how pleasant her voice was!

The old lady was both shocked and angry, no one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of her!

"Are you Natalie Niles? Joshua Niles’ daughter? Even your father wouldn’t dare to talk to me like this! Get out of my way! I’m getting through this door today no matter what!"

Natalie ignored her rage, her expression indifferent as she said, "It seems you want me to escort you out."

She lifted her foot and kicked the old lady at a few key points, causing her to collapse weakly.

She grabbed her up and tossed her into a car that seemed to appear out of nowhere, then said to the trembling crowd, "Where are the car keys?"

Someone, trembling, offered up the keys with both hands.

Natalie took them and said coldly, "Get lost, if you’re not gone quickly, you won’t see tomorrow’s sun!"

The crowd dispersed instantly, and in a moment, the entrance of the Hunter villa was completely empty, leaving only a few bodyguards resolutely guarding the main door.

Natalie threw the unconscious, blood-spitting Cherry Lewis into the car as well, then drove towards the Hunter Family’s ancestral home.

Isabella Weaver sat in the pavilion, munching on an apple, her face full of astonishment, "Previously it was a family drama, then quickly turned into a gunfight scene, and now it’s over so fast? Grace, go out and take another look, make sure there’s no loss of life."

Grace Watt went out for a glance and quickly returned: "Everyone’s gone, Young Madam, you can continue painting now." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Did the old lady get dismissed so easily?"

Isabella was incredulous; she had seen how troublesome and unreasonable the old lady could be!

But Grace couldn’t answer, after all, she wasn’t on the scene either.

Isabella wasn’t really digging for answers, she was just curious, and if the issue was resolved, then it was naturally good.

She continued painting in peace, recalling how much Harry had liked the couple’s T-shirt design last night. Today, she designed two more sets, asking the factory to make them in several different colors so they could have variety to wear in the future.

When Harry Hunter returned, he found the house peaceful and serene.

The troublemakers outside the gate were gone, and inside, it was as if nothing had happened. His delicate young wife sat safely in the small pavilion he had built by hand, lost in her drawing.

On the small table beside her was an apple she had half-eaten, her fair little feet resting on a wooden stool. Her toes were plump and cute, and on the arch of her foot was the red mark of a strawberry he had kissed last night.

A gentle breeze brought a waft of floral fragrance, causing her long hair to drift, her dress blowing open, revealing two beautifully proportioned legs.

Like poetry and painting, the severity and ferocity Harry felt on the way home disappeared in an instant.

He gestured for Grace to leave and walked behind Isabella, watching her draw.

Immersed in painting, Isabella was completely unaware, after a moment she said, "Grace, pass me the Pad."

Harry picked up the Pad from the small table and handed it over.

Isabella took it, stared at the hand for a second, then abruptly turned around.

Harry smiled faintly, "Do you need anything else? I’ll get it for you."

Isabella piled the drawing board and Pad on the ground in a flurry, stood up, and threw herself into his arms: "When did you get back?"

"Just now."

Harry hugged her, feeling her joy, and his heart softened.

Was it unfair of him to keep her at home while he was busy working outside?

She wasn’t the kind of girl who only sought comfort without ambition, yet he forbade her from going out to work, and she obediently agreed. Every day she waited at home for him, and whenever he returned, she would happily throw herself at him, like a little animal waiting for its owner to come home.