Bye-bye Trash! Hello Queen! novel Chapter 362

“Ugh, you’re disgusting! You’re a piece of trash who’ll sleep with anyone, young or old. I would never be interested in you. I only came in here because you were dressed like Natalie. If I’d known it was you, I wouldn’t have even glanced in your direction. The sight of you makes me sick.”

Marshall was furious. This woman had set him up. His words were sharp, and Joanna looked utterly humiliated, her sobs growing more intense. “Marshall, I will also report your slander against me and Mr. Wilson to the police.”

Marshall clenched his fists, a murderous glint in his eyes. He remembered Natalie saying that a couple of photos wouldn’t be enough proof. That old bastard Mr. Wilson always had a few young cronies following him around; after today, Marshall would find a chance to expose their dirty dealings. Mr. Wilson could probably find an excuse to brush this aside.

Looking at Natalie, Marshall put on a pleading tone. “Natalie, my legs feel weak. Can you help me up?” Her scent was intoxicating; he just wanted to curl up in her arms and sleep.

As Natalie stood up to help him, Matthew quickly stepped in, placing a hand on Marshall’s shoulder. “I’ll help you.”

Marshall shot him a glare. Why would he want some old guy’s help? But now wasn’t the time for banter. He suddenly pointed at Joanna and said to Natalie, “She tried to seduce me. She’s ruined my good name. I’m calling the police. I want my reputation back.”

Natalie was speechless. Sir, you need evidence to turn this around. With Sebastian involved, this was going to be difficult. They had coordinated this perfectly, not to mention Mr. Wilson was also part of it.

Still, Natalie took out her phone and dialed the police. She was taking a gamble, hoping Luna had found some evidence.

He gave a wild, wicked grin as he looked at Joanna’s pitiful face. Without context, he might have felt sorry for her, but now, the sight of her just disgusted him. Joanna met his gaze, a flicker of panic in her eyes.

Marshall spoke calmly. “Mr. Wilson, if there’s a recording, it must have also captured my disorientation, right? It would show that I was drugged. Actions taken while not in one's right mind aren't one's own. And since someone drugged me, the prime suspect is Joanna. She has a history of scheming against my grandmother and even arranged for a car to hit my grandmother’s bodyguard. That’s attempted murder. If you insist on involving the police, Joanna’s comfortable life is over.”

Mr. Wilson, looking like a cunning old fox, narrowed his eyes. He weighed Marshall’s words, his gaze shifting to Joanna.

Joanna cried, “Mr. Wilson, he and Natalie are just trying to frame me! I didn’t do any of those things. Please, just call the police!”