Chapter 268 Putting On A Servant Costume
It was the first time Justin had heard Samuel had such high compliments for someone.
He stood frozen on the spot for a good while before he regained his senses and quickly took a gulp of wine from his glass to calm himself down.
What the hell!
Justin’s curiosity toward Natalie had only increased after hearing Samuel’s praises. Now, he wanted to see how special Natalie was.
Natalie followed closely behind Phoebe into a guest room on the second floor.
Once they got into the room, Phoebe put on a warm smile on her face as she said, “Ms. Natalie, please wait here for a moment. There’s some juice over at that corner; do help yourself to it. I’ll bring you a clean gown that suits you soon.”
Finishing that, she stood up and left.
Left alone in the guest room, Natalie sauntered around while surveying the surroundings, only to realize that the room was way warmer than the ballroom. In no time, she felt her throat go dry.
Her gazes landed on the glass of fresh orange juice on the coffee table.
She walked over and picked up the glass, only to find it weird after taking a whiff of it.
Tsk! Tsk! Susan has such evil thoughts despite her young age, huh? How is this digging a hole and making me suffer? She’s obviously trying to destroy my reputation and make me fall from grace!
Picking up the glass, she poured all the juice into a potted plant beside the coffee table.
Shortly after, Phoebe knocked and pushed open the door.
As soon as she walked into the room, she saw Natalie lying on the couch, her body slightly curled and her almond eyes tightly shut.
Assuming that Natalie had lost consciousness, a hint of smugness flashed across Phoebe’s eyes. She walked nearer and gave the former a nudge. “Natalie, wake up. Do you hear me?”
Looking at Natalie’s state and the empty glass on the coffee table, Phoebe was certain that Natalie was knocked unconscious after taking the drugged orange juice.
Phoebe reached her hand out and pinched Natalie’s cheeks. Even her exquisite makeup could not disguise how malicious she was.
“Tsk! What gives you the right to be standing beside Samuel with this face of yours? If I can’t, neither can you.”
She then fished out her phone and sent a voice message to Susan.
“She has lost consciousness. The man I’ve arranged will arrive at the room in ten minutes.”
At the mere thought of how disgusted Samuel would be if he saw the sight of Natalie tangled with a random man in bed, Phoebe could not hide her excitement. She pushed herself up from the couch and prepared to exit the room.
Just as she headed toward the door with her guards down, an arm swiftly landed around her neck.
“Mmph—- Phoebe let out a muffled grunt before falling onto the ground.
Natalie dusted her hands and shot a cold, piercing glare at the collapsed Phoebe.
Even though she appeared exceptionally calm, her downcast gaze had a hint of daunting glint to it.
In truth, her skills might not be comparable to that of a skilled young man, but it was more than enough for her to deal with a defenseless wealthy lady like Phoebe.
Following that, Natalie carried Phoebe onto the couch, removed her hair accessories, and messed up her hair so that her long wavy locks would cover her face.
She then opened the wardrobe in the room, only to find two sets of clothing—a cream-colored silk nightgown and a servant uniform.
Without hesitation, Natalie chose the black and white striped servant uniform.
She hurriedly removed the gown on herself and changed into the servant uniform. Next, she took off the hyper-realistic mask on her face and proceeded to get out of the room.
At that point, she was completely different from the impression others had of Natalie completely.
Many had caught a glimpse of her looks as she made her way from the inner hall to the ballroom, yet no one could recognize who she was.
As she was about to walk into the ballroom, a familiar silhouette came before her, blocking her path.
