"Natalie, Briena didn't mean to do it," Lily interjected. "We know you're just trying to squeeze money out of this incident. Just state your price and let's be done with it."
"Don't worry, that's exactly what I plan to do," Natalie replied coldly. "You'll soon understand the cost of the mental damage you caused my grandma."
"Two hundred million—is that enough?" Ivan asked, thinking Natalie was being excessively greedy.
Natalie scoffed. "Not even close to what I want."
"State your price. I'll pay you right away."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Natalie asked, and just then John returned with two baseball bats in his hands. He handed one to Natalie. "Will this be enough?"
"More than enough," Natalie sneered as she cracked her neck and flexed her wrist, holding the bat as if she were warming up for something.
"What are you doing?" Ivan asked, alarmed.
