He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 69: Coveting the Position of the Grant Family’s Young Madam

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Coveting the Position of the Grant Family’s Young Madam

The next morning.

The rain had stopped.

The Grant family was still reeling from the grief of the old master’s death and the frustration Lucas Grant had caused.

Claire Grant came downstairs and saw Natalie Morgan about to leave. "Are you heading to work? I’m going too, let’s go together."

"Are you going to the Grant Group today?"

"Just going to check things out."

Just then, Theodore Grant came down the stairs.

He buttoned his cuffs as he walked, his movements languid, exuding a cool and refined air.

He didn’t greet anyone.

He walked straight out the door.

Claire didn’t know who he was angry with. She picked up her bag. "Let’s go."

"Okay."

Two cars drove out of the Old Grant Estate, one after the other.

At an intersection along the way, Theodore Grant’s car turned.

"Where is he going?" Claire asked Natalie, confused.

Natalie was very familiar with this road. After one more intersection, a left turn would lead to the home she shared with Theodore.

A pang of bitterness struck her heart. "He’s probably going to pick up Wanda Lynch for work."

Claire understood immediately.

She couldn’t help but scoff. ’Someone who didn’t even go to college is working at the Grant Group now? And the CEO has to personally pick her up? That’s ridiculous.’

Natalie didn’t know how others might laugh.

She only knew that in the design department, many people were sucking up to her, treating her as the future Mrs. CEO.

Lowering her gaze, she said nothing.

Claire kept one hand on the steering wheel and glanced at her. "Are you just going to let him carry on like this with Wanda Lynch?"

"I can’t control him, and I have no right to."

She explained their relationship, a little embarrassed.

Claire sighed sympathetically. "If you can’t go on like this, why don’t you get a divorce? Is it because you covet the status of the Grant family’s Young Madam, or is there another reason?"

Natalie’s gaze fell bleakly on the gauze wrapped around her finger. She didn’t speak for a long time.

’I don’t covet anything.’

’And it’s not up to me whether we get a divorce or not.’

Not getting the answer she wanted, Claire didn’t press the issue.

When they pulled into the Grant Group’s parking garage, Theodore’s car was just pulling smoothly into a spot across from them.

The car door opened.

Theodore gently and attentively helped Wanda Lynch out of the car, then handed her a crutch, supporting her arm with one hand.

That meticulous care, that overwhelming affection, was a searing pain to Natalie’s eyes.

She blinked her stinging eyes and forced a smile at Claire. "Sis, I’ll take the employee elevator up."

"Okay."

Natalie quickened her pace, lowered her eyelids, and walked around the car towards the employee entrance.

Wanda Lynch glanced at Natalie’s retreating back and said to Theodore, "Theodore, walk me to the employee elevator. I can go up with Natalie."

"Alright."

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Theodore reached out and held the button.

Wanda hobbled in on her crutch.

The elevator ascended.

The small space was mirrored on all four sides.

Wanda let out a soft chuckle. "I really didn’t expect Theodore to get you out of there. I guess I wasn’t ruthless enough."

Her words were laced with hidden meaning.

"What do you mean? The arson... you really set me up?" A chill ran down Natalie’s spine.

Wanda turned to look at Natalie, a vicious smirk playing on her lips. "I don’t mind telling you. I did set it all up. Cost me a hundred thousand, and all it got you was a dozen or so days in jail. Thinking about it now, it really wasn’t worth it."

Waves of cold washed over her heart.

Natalie clenched her fists tightly. "That was the only house my parents left behind. How could you... burn it down?"

"Natalie Morgan, have you forgotten? That couple died before they had a chance to change their will to include me," Wanda said, her face twitching as she spoke with sinister cruelty. "I had no attachment to that house. So what if it burned? It wasn’t being left to me anyway."

"So you set me up, hoping I’d be locked away for life?" She couldn’t help but admire Wanda’s ruthlessness, even if it was a pity her plan had failed. "Are you very disappointed now?"

Wanda let out two wild laughs.

She took a step toward Natalie, leaning on her crutch. "Disappointed? You think this is over? The contest between us has only just begun."

"You should know that between you and me, Theodore will always take my side."

"Take Grandfather’s funeral, for example. He’s going to have me attend as the Grant family’s Young Madam and keep you away. Don’t you understand what that means?"

She understood.

’It’s just a little ridiculous, that’s all.’

Theodore could disregard his own dignity and the Grant family’s reputation, and Wanda could be shameless enough to show up at such an important event.

’Is it a love as deep as the ocean?’

’Or a love that defies all consequences?’

’Either way, it’s disgraceful.’

"Wanda Lynch, as long as he doesn’t marry you, you aren’t that important to him, are you?"

This was a thorn in Wanda’s side.

She had hinted and outright told Theodore many times that she wanted to marry him.

Theodore never took the bait.

Originally, she had planned to use Lucas Grant’s support and a forged birth chart to force Theodore to divorce and marry her.

But now, the relationship between Lucas Grant and Theodore had soured.

It left her stuck in the middle.

She couldn’t advance or retreat.

"Marrying me is just a matter of time, isn’t it? Natalie Morgan, don’t you know the reason he didn’t divorce you before?"

’Before, Theodore wouldn’t divorce me because he needed to draw my blood.’

’Now that Grandfather is gone,’ she thought, ’Theodore might just divorce me any day now.’

"You’ll have to ask him that," Natalie said, taking a step toward the door and bumping Wanda aside with her shoulder. "Wanda Lynch, I’m going to make you pay for framing me for arson."

Wanda laughed wildly, mocking Natalie for overestimating herself. "What makes you think you can settle a score with me? With just one word from me, you could be thrown back in jail. Natalie Morgan, who do you think you are?"

Natalie brandished the phone in her hand. "I have a recording. So let’s just wait and see."

"You..."

DING. The elevator doors opened.

Natalie walked out, her high heels clicking on the floor.

Wanda followed her out of the elevator, leaning on her crutch.

She had always been jealous of Natalie. Natalie had been raised well by the Lynch Family—fair-skinned and beautiful, a top student. Even if their families had switched them, it was too late. She was already ruined.

Her only path was to hold on tight to Theodore Grant and successfully marry into the Grant family. Only then could she finally stand above Natalie Morgan.

’A recording?’

’Who knows if it’s real or fake.’

’Even if Natalie really did record the conversation, all I have to do is tell a little lie to Theodore, and he’ll believe the recording is a fake she created.’

"Natalie Morgan, you’ll die by my hand sooner or later."

...

As the workday was ending,

Natalie Morgan sent a text to Serena Sutton, apologizing for standing her up the other day.

"I’m so sorry, Serena. Claire came back to the country that day, and the old master had another episode..."

An angry reply came back almost instantly. "Did Theodore Grant drag you off to have your blood drawn again?"

"He wanted to, but the old master passed so suddenly..."

"The old master’s dead?"

Natalie typed on her phone’s keyboard. "He passed away. We just had the funeral."

"That’s fantastic." Serena felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart.