Chapter 1088

The men that night had been sent by Joanna.

On New Year's Eve, he and Sean were celebrating elsewhere.

Sebastian heard the door open and turned to see Sean returning.

He was carrying a lot of things. Even if it was just them and a few bodyguards, they were still going to celebrate properly.

Sebastian looked at Sean and said, "Where is Joanna?"

Sean froze, looking at Sebastian with a wary expression. "Sir, are you planning to send Ms. Scott a New Year's gift?"

Sebastian said, "Yes."

Honestly, Sean wanted to quit. He had almost been killed because of Joanna.

And now Sebastian was thinking about sending her a New Year's gift?

Sean was furious. "Fine, sir. Tell me, what are you sending her? A luxury car or a multi-million dollar mansion?"

"If you can't get over Joanna, then you should stay away from Ms. Sanders."

"Natalie was the smart one. She knew you'd give your life for Joanna, so divorcing you and leaving was the wisest choice."

Sebastian looked at his fuming expression, feeling a bit exasperated.

Did he really think he was that pathetic?

That he'd eagerly send Joanna luxury cars and mansions?

"Cut the crap. Have the bodyguards find Joanna and break one of her legs. Tell her she messed with the wrong people."

Sean was speechless.

His expression turned a little sheepish. "Ah... so I misunderstood!"

Sebastian's handsome face was cold. "What else could it be?!"

"Heh heh..." Sean scratched his head, grinning foolishly. "Sir, I was just worried you were still captivated by her beauty, that you were completely under her spell. After all, you used to be so infatuated that Joanna had your soul. You'd believe anything she said without ever doubting her."

Sebastian gave him a cool glance. He was sitting in a lazy, alluring posture, leaning back slightly, a mix of roguish charm and casualness that added to his effortless style.

"Make the call!" he said coldly.

His body had recovered significantly, though he still couldn't stand or walk. After being disabled for years, he had grown accustomed to it.

Sean happily went to make the call.

Sebastian looked back at the monitor showing Natalie. She was sitting on the sofa, tending to her wound.

She was crying her eyes out, her nose bright red. With her

tear-brightened eyes and strikienet

features, she looked breathtakingly Vulnerable.

Sebastian felt a mix of heartache and helplessness. He wanted to comfort her, but

he couldn't appear now. Maxwell Griffith had other plans.

Joanna was spending New Year's with

tw" Griffith. It was just the

two of them, and she was happy, extremely Happy. In the afternoon they put up decorations together.

Joanna was personally cooking a delicious meal for Maxwell.

She was preparing dinner when there was a sudden knock on the door.

She thought it was the fish she had ordered.

She opened the door and saw two men. Her expression tightened, and her eyes grew cold. "Who are you?"

The man gave her a faint smile, then violently swung the club in his hand, striking her leg with lightning speed.

"Ah!"

Joanna didn't even have time to turn and run before a brutal blow landed on her leg. The man sounded frustrated. "I don't like hitting women, but you're just too vicious."

"Ugh..." As Joanna processed the pain spreading through her body, she stared at the man with murder in her eyes.

"Why... are you doing this?"

"Because you messed with the wrong people, Joanna. I hope you enjoy life as a cripple."

The man tossed the club aside and

muttered to himself unhappily, "It's

New Year's Eve, this is so

depressing Beating up a vicious woman like this really ruins the mood!"

"Joanna, what's wrong?" Maxwell Griffith called out as he came out of the room.

The two men looked at him, slightly surprised. After a moment's pause, a wicked smile spread across their faces.

The other man quickly took off his jacket and threw it over Maxwell Griffith's head.