Chapter 99 The Ashes and the Lie
Chapter 99 The Ashes and the Lie
Yvonne’s eyes were slightly red, and the sight made Shauna’s chest tighten.
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“I miss her too. But she’s gone, and there’s nothing we can do about it. The best thing you can do now is take care of yourself, live your life to the fullest. That’s what your sister would’ve wanted most.”
Yvonne nodded, her eyes still wet.
Just then, Shauna got a call from one of her people.
“Shauna, Jensen’s men have been snooping around Ocean City asking questions about Phantom’s ashes. We’ve just found a potential lead. Do you want us to cut the trail?”
Both Shauna and Yvonne froze for a moment.
They had thought the ck market in Ocean City was airtight. How had someone managed to pick up a trace?
“Clean it up. Completely.”
“Understood.”
Shauna hung up, her expression turning serious.
“I need to handle this. I’m leaving Ms. Summers’ safety to you.”
“Got it, Shauna.”
Yvonne pulled herself together immediately.
Whatever had caused her sister’s failure, now wasn’t the time to investigate. Right now, the priority was keeping
Natalie safe.
And she was starting to suspect someone inside the organization was a mole.
She had to stand firm-for Mr. Gunn’s sake.
Meanwhile, on Jensen’s end, he had just installed a new phone, SIM card and all, when an anonymous message popped up.
“Heard you’re digging into Natalie’s missing ashes. Do you really think the person who died was Natalie? If it was, and Natalie has no family left in this world, who would risk stealing her ashes?”
Jensen, already questioning whether Natalie was truly dead, lit up the moment he read the message. <fn67d3> For original chapters go to FindN()vel</fn67d3>
“Who are you?”
He immediately called the number, but the line was disconnected.
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A virtual number?
Jensen’s gaze turned dark.
“Hansel!”
The moment he called, Hansel stepped into the room.
“Mr. Luke.”
“Any updates on the ashes?”
Hansel bowed slightly. “Someone saw Ms. Natalie’s urn being moved over in the ck market. But our people can’t get inside. First Hall is like the management agency of the ck market-only those with authority can
enter.”
“Then find out what it takes to get into ck market management. I don’t care what it costs.”
Jensen wasn’t letting go of even the faintest thread.
“Yes, sir.”
Hansel nodded, then hesitated. “Mr. Luke… things on Ms. Summers’ side don’t seem good.”
“Is she dying?”
Jensen’s tone was cold as ice-like he was asking about the weather.
Yet not long ago, he had ignored Natalie’s life for Sharon’s sake.
Hansel sighed inwardly, though his face remained neutral.
“No. She’s just ill.”
“Then get her a doctor. Why tell me? Do I look like a physician?”
Annoyance flickered in Jensen’s eyes.
Hansel immediately caught on.
“Understood. I’ll arrange a doctor right away.”
He turned to leave, a trace of contempt surfacing in his heart.
Now that Sharon’s sick, you’re suddenly saying get her a doctor? Back when Ms. Natalie was around, if Sharon so much as said ow, Mr. Luke would nearly kill himself to make her smile.
People only treasure what they’ve lost.
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Chapter 99 The Ashes and the Lie
But not everything gives you a second chance.
Hansel shook his head as he walked out.
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Jensen checked his phone again-twenty missed calls from Sharon, plus unread messages on WhatsApp and via
text.
What once used to stir something in his chest now just annoyed him.
It was because of her that he lost Natalie.
If she hadn’t saved his life years ago, he wouldn’t have given her anything-not even a sliver of dignity.
He deleted every one of Sharon’s messages and texts.
Then he opened a photo of him and Natalie.
She was smiling in the picture, beaming at him. Her entire expression was filled with love-nothing but him in her
eyes.
His hand clenched around the phone, knuckles turning white.
“Natalie… are you really dead? If you are, why don’t you ever show up in my dreams? Do you hate me that much now… that you won’t evene into my dreams?”
He muttered under his breath, eyes red.
Just then, shouting broke out outside his door.
Jensen’s brow furrowed, his mood darkening.
“What’s all that noise?”
“Mr. Luke! I’m Sharon’s mother! I need to talk to you-it’s urgent!”
Mrs. Summers was outside, shouting at the top of her lungs.
The Summers family had gone bankrupt.
Her husband had aged ten years overnight from the copse. No matter how many hands they shook or how low they bowed, no one would help.
Only after digging deeper did they learn-it was all Jensen’s doing.
Mrs. Summers wasn’t stupid.
Why would Jensen strike at the Summers family now, of all times?
It had to do with Natalie’s death.
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