Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie) novel Chapter 32

**Chapter 32: Permanent Blacklist**

**Natalie’s POV:**

With the protective presence of my bodyguards, I swiftly made my way from the VIP terminal to the garage, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and unease. Liam and I parted ways, each climbing into our fortified, modified vehicles, designed to withstand anything thrown our way. The exit area was already clear of reporters, thanks to Liam’s team, which allowed my car to glide into the open space of the garage without interruption.

But just as we were about to exit, the vehicle came to an abrupt halt.

A car had positioned itself directly in our path, a barrier I hadn’t anticipated. The driver’s hand pressed the horn, a sharp sound echoing in the stillness. Instantly, the bodyguard beside me straightened, his muscles coiling like a spring, every instinct on high alert.

From the obstructing vehicle, a man emerged.

My fatigue evaporated in an instant as I recognized him. It was Landon.

What on earth was he doing here?

He approached my window and knocked gently, a gesture that felt both respectful and infuriating. Leaning down, he spoke with an air of politeness, “Ms. Scott, I apologize for the interruption. May I trouble you for just a moment of your time?”

Before I could muster a response, my bodyguard exploded into action, his voice a low, threatening growl that rumbled like a storm. “Who are you? What do you want? Who gave you the right to block this vehicle?” His massive frame loomed over Landon, a palpable aura of intimidation radiating from him.

Yet Landon remained unfazed, his demeanor calm and collected. “I have long admired the Scott family of the Moon-Shadowed Pack and have been eager to explore potential collaboration,” he stated, his voice steady. “I heard Ms. Scott was present and wished to introduce myself. Might I have a few moments of her time?” He attempted to project an Alpha’s confidence, yet it felt utterly insignificant against the backdrop of my family’s elite security.

“Many people are vying for Ms. Scott’s attention. Who do you think you are?” My bodyguard’s words were blunt, the faint glint of his fangs visible as he spoke.

I remained utterly still in my seat, my silence a shield. Through the tinted glass, I observed Landon’s carefully crafted mask of composure. Beneath the surface, I sensed his anxiety, yet he seemed prepared for this confrontation. Even after being met with hostility, he managed a weak smile, presenting his business card with both hands, his gaze flickering toward me.

“Ms. Scott, while my company may not hold a prominent place in Maritime City’s werewolf business circles, my personal skills and my company’s standards are unparalleled. With your support, we could achieve a mutually beneficial partnership,” he continued, urgency creeping into his tone.

My bodyguard, however, remained unyielding. He took the card with a dismissive flick and tossed it carelessly onto the ground.

The driver turned to me, his voice low and cautious. “Ms. Scott, should I call him back?”

I tilted my head slightly, a cold smirk playing on my lips as I felt the stirrings of my true bloodline power in response to Landon’s proximity. “No need. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants,” I replied, my voice calm, laced with a hint of mockery.

“What?” The driver blinked in surprise, clearly puzzled.

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