Chapter 137 The Forgotten Notebook


    Chapter 137 The Forgotten Notebook


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    Natalie hurriedly grabbed her phone and logged into her cloud drive. Sure enough, she saw another login alert. Her fingers flew as she reset the password and changed the verification number.


    At the same time, Jensen, already furious about the hacking of hispany’s system, had instinctively tried to secure Natalie’s old design files. He logged into the drive and saw them still there–only to suddenly be locked out. The system shed an error: incorrect password.


    He tried again. And again. Nothing.


    “What the hell?” Jensen muttered, stunned. That password should only have been known to him and Natalie.


    Back at the vi, Natalie wasn’t reassured even after changing her password. Her heart dropped. No–her oldptop was still in Jensen’s possession.


    Baron walked in just as she grew frantic. “What are you doing?”


    Natalie grabbed his wrist without thinking, her voice urgent. “Baron, do you know any reliable hackers<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    He arched a brow, his gaze fixed on her hand clutching his. She had reached for him herself. His chest erupted like fireworks, but he forced his face to stay calm.


    Natalie didn’t notice his inner turmoil. “My oldptop is still with Jensen. If he uses the drafts on it and passes them off as Sharon’s, then even if I design something new, I’ll never be able to use my name again.”


    She remembered the hospital days when she was too injured to think clearly, too burned and too broken. She hadn’t imagined Sharon would go so far as to want her dead. Her sketches, her drafts–her life’s work–had all ended up in Jensen’s hands. Now that she finally realized it, there was no way she’d let him or Sharon profit from them.


    Baron’s eyes sharpened. He’d nearly forgotten why he’de here. “The hacker issue can wait a moment. I need to ask you something first.”


    “Go ahead.”


    Her clear gaze held his without hesitation. After all, he had saved her life–what secrets could she possibly keep from him now?


    He led her to a chair. “When you designed for Luke Corp, did you sign an employment


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    Natalie blinked. “No. Jensen said my identity couldn’t be exposed, and that the board at Luke Corp couldn’t know about me. He said I was his secret weapon.”


    Baron’s lip curled in contempt. Typical maniption–stringing her along with empty promises while taking everything from her.


    He shot her a look that made her shift uneasily. “What?” she asked.


    He bit back the urge to tell her how foolish she’d been. She had already suffered enough.


    “Didn’t you realize that without an employment contract, your rights weren’t protected at all?”


    Natalie’s shoulders slumped. At the time, she had believed Jensen was her savior, her light, her only family and love. She hadn’t thought of anything else. She had watched him fight for control of Luke Corp, watched him struggle against opposition. She thought she was helping


    him.


    Now, under Baron’s piercing stare, she felt the full weight of her naiveté. “I was young and stupid,” she muttered, ashamed to meet his eyes.


    Baron’s jaw tightened, but seeing her so embarrassed, he let it <ol><li>go. </li></ol>


    “Since you never had a formal employment rtionship with Luke Corp, all your designs remain your independent intellectual property. Did you at least sign any authorization or exclusivity contract with Jensen?” <fn5ed4> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n Find★Novel</fn5ed4>


    Natalie frowned. “I think I signed something with him… but he kept the papers. I never looked closely.”


    Her voice dwindled smaller and smaller. She felt like a fool.


    Baron sighed inwardly. “Fine. I’ll handle it. I’ll make sure every design is returned to you, and Jensen won’t be able to say a word.”


    Relief flooded her face. “Thank you… really, thank you,”


    Baron’s expression softened, though inside his chest still burned with anger–for all the years she had been used, and all the scars she now carried.


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