Chapter 120

Natalie knew exactly where that chill was coming from: Easton. His eyes stared at Natalie’s back, cold and furious. He thought. She wants male models? Ten of them? Seriously? He was irritated, emitting an unsettling rage and aggression.

Natalie didn’t dare look back. She steeled herself and walked on, seeing ten good-looking guys in white shirts, all flirting—her favorite, fresh-faced type.

She looked at the first guy and flashed a charming smile, playfully tapping on his chest muscles. “How long have you been working out, cutie?” Her voice was soft and sweet.

Easton’s sharp gaze snapped back to her.

Natalie’s fingers instinctively pulled back, suddenly feeling a sharp pinch on her fingertips.

The man gave a slight smile, his eyes focused on her radiant grin. “Ten years.”

“Incredible. I’m really pleased with your physique,” Natalie beamed. Choosing them as models would definitely be a good fit. She looked at each of them, her smile growing wider. She wondered where Lambert had found such perfect guys. She was really pleased.

Lambert walked over, laughing. “Well, Natalie, are you happy?”

Natalie nodded with a smile, her eyes glancing over them again. She couldn’t help but nod. “Yes, I’m very happy.”

In the distance, Jasrnine quickly recorded the scene on video before leaving. She thought, ‘Natalie, look what you’re doing,’ Then she left happily.

Nearby, Easton marched over, grabbing Natalie’s hand in anger. “Natalie, just how desperate are you for guys that you ordered ten male models at once?” His voice was filled with rage, intensely angry.

Natalie’s hand hurt from his grip. She frowned and looked down. “Let go. Don’t touch me with your dirty hands.”

“You—” Easton glanced at the ten male models, admitting they were quite good-looking. He found that Natalie just adored the super feminine type who had some abs but no use.

Looking at the ten models, Natalie asked, “Grandpa explained the rules, right? If you’re willing, you can sign with my company’s agency. There will be a fashion show at the end of the year, with dedicated training. If you’re interested, come see me tomorrow.”

All ten male models happily nodded and said together, “Thank you, Ms. Shawn!”

Natalie waved her hand, indicating for them to leave first.

It was only then that Easton realized he had misunderstood Natalie. “Sorry, Natalie, I thought—”

“What? You thought I was as low as you and Jennifer?” Natalie shook off his hand. She looked at Lambert, who was glaring sharply at Easton. “Stay away from my granddaughter, you brat!” Lambert roared, with a commanding presence.

Easton frowned, staring at Lambert. He didn’t know Lambert’s true identity. Even the guy who was with Natalie last time couldn’t be traced. It was really strange that their information couldn’t be found—unless their identities were very secretive, which would explain why he couldn’t uncover them. “My apologies, I misunderstood her earlier,” Easton apologized.

Lambert chuckled coldly. “You misunderstood my granddaughter for someone unfaithful?”

Easton pressed his lips together. He thought the previous scene was quite misleading. He didn’t speak because he wasn’t very good at socializing. Apart from work issues, he didn’t handle personal matters very well.

“Hmph! Easton, you should hurry up and get a divorce. My granddaughter is supposed to be marrying Maurice. Don’t mess her life. Go marry Jennifer,” Lambert added, without showing any mercy.

“Natalie, it’s time to head home,” Lambert said, his face full of warmth as he spoke to Natalie. He changed his expression faster than flipping the pages of a book.

Easton watched the scene with some envy. Lambert was really good to Natalie. He found Lambert was proper and courteous, calm and steady. Lambert always held back and suppressed his emotions, not using intimate names even in front of women.

Lambert kept calling Natalie “his dear,” showing just how cherished she was at home.

Natalie suddenly asked, “Grandpa, who did you come with?”

“Well, I almost forgot about Maurice’s grandfather. Natalie, hold on a moment. I’ll introduce you to him. He’s really a character, and we get along great. Actually, we’re more like two peas in a pod. I’ll call him down. I’m sure he’ll like the idea of you as his granddaughter-in-law.”

Natalie said, “Grandpa, stop it. We can discuss this later. I haven’t even finalized my divorce yet.” She didn’t want to be seen as a cheater.

Maurice was nice to her, but he wasn’t so nice that she’d marry him just like that.

Lambert nodded in agreement. “Well, just get to know each other for now. We can officially introduce you after your divorce.” He happily ran off, not minding Easton at all.

Natalie breathed a sigh of relief. Watching Lambert leave, she turned to go herself. She walked while calling Lambert on her phone.

“Grandpa, I need to go as I have something to do. We can talk about the meeting next time. It’s not polite to meet an elder for the first time without bringing a gift, and I haven’t brought anything.”

“Why are you worrying about this? We’re all family; no need to bring gifts. But you’re right. It’s proper to bring a gift when visiting people of importance. You should head back now. I want to have some more fun,”

Natalie breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully Lambert didn’t keep insisting. She hung up and messaged the bodyguard to keep an eye on him. After stepping out, she exhaled in relief. Then she called Luna.

“Luna, ten models will be at the office tomorrow morning. Show them the contracts, and if they’re all good with it, have them stay. They’re going to walk in the winter fashion show.”

Luna replied, “Sure, Ms. Shawn.”

Natalie felt relieved; the task was done. There were ten male models now, but she still needed ten female models. Looked like she’d have to look again, which was really hard. She would be very busy the next few days. Then she started to look for a ride by the roadside.

Easton suddenly spoke up, “Natalie, come back with me.”

Natalie sneered, “Where to? To see you and Jennifer getting cozy?”

Easton’s voice was cold. “I took care of her because she once saved me, and we’ve known each other since childhood. But I have no feelings for her.”

Natalie laughed in anger. “Easton, ask yourself whether you have feelings for her. At her birthday party, you saw the truth, yet still carried her out when she pretended to faint.

“You ignored me and let everyone humiliate me without saying a word. As my husband, you just stood by. Easton, if you made a mistake, just admit it. Trying to explain only makes you look more pathetic and fake.”

Memories flashed before Easton, and he realized he had really gone too far. Jennifer was such an amazing actress. He suddenly said, “Natalie, the guy in the picture Jennifer sent you isn’t me. Do you believe it?”