"What do I want?" Natalie scratched her head, then pouted dramatically as if in deep thought. "Well… can you ask her to give me everything?" She pointed at Anastasia with a mocking grin.
Anastasia muffled something under the towel, her chair jerking as she tried to move. Her desperate movements clearly signaled she wanted to say something.
"I think she's already given you her all," Daniel said, his voice taut with anger and sadness. "What more do you want from her?"
Natalie tilted her head, her smile widening with a sinister edge. "Remember that night? The night Vivian and I argued…" Her voice dripped with mockery as her eyes narrowed, her nose scrunching in disdain. "I'm sure you heard everything, didn't you?"
Daniel's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, his gaze sharp and unyielding.
"I want all the money," Natalie continued, her tone now venomous. "The slush fund that was buried. Every last cent that was hidden away from me."