The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Chapter 214 Someone's Watching Her Every Move "Mom, I have a plan," Selena said, pulling Diana closer and whispering in her ear.

When Diana heard it, all the color drained from her face. "Selena, no. We can't do that." Selena rolled her eyes. "Why not? We can hold off for now if you're too scared." Stretching lazily, she stood and yawned. "Anyway, I'm not going abroad. I just returned hand haven't even enjoyed my life yet! Sure, I didn't manage to get free shares from that old bastard Kevin, but it's fine since Dad bought them over." Selena grinned and waved her phone in front of Diana, saying, "Oh, by the way, I asked Kevin for half a million dollars. This time, he handed it over without a fight." Diana frowned, feeling uneasy. She found it suspicious since Kevin had always looked down on Victor. Yet, he was treating Natalie with surprising generosity.

If Kevin had given the money to Natalie, Diana would have believed it. But it did not make sense for him to give even a dto Selena.

Still, Kevin had been in the wrong in their previous dispute, so perhaps the money was just compensation. Diana tried to convince herself she was overthinking it.

"Mom, I'm exhausted from shopping. I'm going to bed," Selena announced. "Oh, have Meredith organize my new clothes." "Sure," Diana replied.

Selena headed upstairs, and Diana called Meredith over to handle the task. Afterward, Meredith carried hundreds of clothing items up to the walk-in closet and began sorting them.

Diana stayed nearby, watching as Meredith meticulously organized everything. For sreason, her thoughts drifted to Natalie's years in the Langley family. Natalie had never worn bright colors or dresses. In fact, Diana could not recall ever seeing her in anything extravagant like an evening gown.

Natalie's fair skin and elegant figure were features Diana could never have, and that jealousy had always simmered within her. As she watched Selena's vibrant, glamorous wardrobe being sorted, she felt an unsettling wave of confusion. She could not even remember the last tNatalie had worn something beautiful. When Meredith noticed Diana was staring, she could not help but feel anxious. She quickly tried to reassure Diana and said, "Mrs. Langley, why don't you take a break? I'll be careful not to ruin anything." "It's fine. Just keep working," Diana replied absentmindedly. Feeling out of sorts, she left the room and sat on the living room couch.

She tried to push thoughts of Natalie aside, but Charlotte's potential retaliation gnawed at her mind. Unable to shake her worry, she grabbed her phone and called Victor.

As the call was connected, she immediately said, "Hey, darling. Can you hire more bodyguards and upgrade the security system at the house?" "I'm busy," Victor answered curtly before hanging up.

Victor was currently at the Langley family's old estate, watching as Natalie and Mason packed up her belongings. Natalie was taking personal items she had left behind, including books, art collections, and photo albums.

She had once hoped Grace would recover and return to the estate. Even after being banished from the family, Natalie had thought it would be enough for Grace to see her photos again someday. But now, that hope had completely died.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't take anything that wasn't yours when you left?" Victor asked bitterly, watching her pack more items with increasing discomfort.

Before Natalie could respond, Mason stepped forward, blocking Victor's path. He snapped, "What's your problem? Do you seriously think Nat would want the Langleys' trash? Are you blind or something? Everything she's taking belongs to her." Victor flinched at Mason's sharp tone and instantly went silent. He did not dare utter another word.

Natalie ignored Victor and continued organizing her things. Every so often, she glanced at her phone. The mysterious number full of zeros seemed to have an eerie awareness of her actions.

Being watched without knowing the observer's identity or location was deeply unsettling. Though the person did not appear to have ill intentions-perhaps even helping her-Natalie could not be sure if they were a friend or an enemy.

"Get out of here!" Mason snapped, throwing a mock punch toward Victor.

Mason was not particularly bulky, but his punches were known to hurt. Victor had already learned that lesson the hard way back in Dithoria. Now, with Mason and a group of bodyguards present, Victor wisely backed off, unwilling to riska confrontation.

Natalie packed her belongings into a large box, including several photo albums. She had thought about burning them but decided to keep them, thinking Charlotte might want to see them someday.

After finishing, Natalie headed to Grace's room. It was the largest and most luxurious room in the old Langley estate, decorated with many photos of Natalie and Grace together.

She picked up one from the nightstand and stared at it for a long time. Slowly, her gaze drifted across the room. Finally, she pulled out her phone, took a picture of the room, and sent it to the mysterious contact.

She added a message, "Can you check if there are any hidden secrets in this room?" After sending the text, Natalie opened her laptop, which had been a gift from Timothy. Her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard as she initiated a trace on the strange number. The signal led to a neighborhood in Dithoria but then abruptly cut off.

Natalie frowned as she stared at the screen. That address was familiar-it O was the sarea where she and Walter had recently dined with Shawn and Celeste at a Helianese restaurant. Clearly, the person on the other end was a skilled hacker. They had detected her trace and countered immediately.

Just then, a notification chimed on her phone. The mysterious contact had sent another photo.

Natalie's eyes widened as she opened it. The image showed her at that very moment, sitting on Grace's bed The room's 's overhead light softly illuminated her figure, casting shadows in the sangles she could see around her now. Her heart sank as she realized someone was watching her every move.

"Ms. Walker, don't try to trace me," the next message read.

Natalie typed a response. "Are you a friend or foe?" The reply cquickly. "Ms. Walker, what do you think I am?" Natalie hesitated but then typed, "A friend?" After sending the message, she waited, but there was no response. Minutes passed, and still nothing. Growing frustrated, she walked over to the window and peered outside.

This estate was a place Natalie knew intimately. Grace had bought then property years ago, and Natalie had lived there since the day she was brought hfrom the hospital. Every flower, tree, brick, and wall was etched into her memory. If something was out of place, she was certain she would notice it.

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