143 The Ghost Returns


    Chapter 143 The Ghost Returns


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    “Ms. Summers, call yourself whatever you want,” Hansel said tly, still refusing to acknowledge Sharon as Mrs. Luke.


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    Her face twisted in rage. She tried to force her way into the ICU but was blocked by the guards Hansel had stationed there.


    “Ms. Summers, you know perfectly well what kind of rtionship you and Mr. Luke have. If you still want to save face, leave now. Otherwise, I’ll have you dragged out. Mr. Luke needs peace and quiet.”


    “You dare!” Sharon shrieked, but Hansel didn’t so much as flinch.


    At his signal, two guards seized her, mped a hand over her mouth, and dumped her outside.


    She was left trembling with fury, powerless. <fn0cea> The rightful source is FindN0vel</fn0cea>


    Inside, Jensen drifted back to consciousness. Pain throbbed in his hand, sharp enough to wrench a groan from his throat. Hansel hurried to his side.


    “Mr. Luke, how do


    you feel?<b>” </b>


    Jensen’s lips tightened. “My hand…”


    Hansel hesitated, then said carefully, “The doctors did everything they could. But your finger… it couldn’t be saved.”


    Jensen turned his head, staring at the heavy bandages where something should have been. The absence gaped like a hole inside him.


    Natalie had taken a piece of him.


    So cruel. She must truly hate him now. Otherwise, how could she have let him bleed like this?


    His chest squeezed with the weight of it.


    “Theptop?” His voice rasped.


    Hansel shook his head. “I had it examined. Useless. Even if it could be rebuilt, it would be gutted–no files, nothing left. Motherboard, CPU, hard drive, all destroyed. It’d be like buying a new machine.”


    Jensen had known, the instant it blew apart in hisp. Still, hearing it confirmed tore


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    She would rather see her creations burn than leave them in his hands.


    “Natalie’s alive,” he whispered hoarsely. “This is her revenge.”


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    Hansel froze. “Mr. Luke… the fire was enormous. It was impossible for her to survive. We even saw her remains.”


    “We saw bones. No one ever did a DNA test!” Jensen’s eyes burned. “Why else would the ashes have been stolen? And what about the nurse I hired for her? She vanishedpletely. No calls, no texts. What if that body was hers?”


    rity sharpened his voice.


    Hansel didn’t argue. The thought had haunted him before too–the hurried cremation, the missing details. Natalie had had no friends, nowork. Who would have stolen her ashes… except Sharon?


    “Do you think it could have been Ms. Summers?” Hansel asked softly. “Could she have taken them?”


    The idea made Jensen’s gut twist. Perhaps. But deep down, he didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to believe Natalie still walked somewhere in this world.


    The silence in the ward grew heavy, pressing down on both of them. Hansel finally sighed. “Mr. Luke, I’ll get you something to eat.”


    Jensen almost told him he had no appetite, but the ache in his chest made him nod instead.


    When Hansel left, Jensen pulled out his phone, scrolling news feeds. Each headline about lost contracts and shattered bids stabbed at him.


    Then he froze.


    Sunny’s Twitter had updated.


    <i>Sunny </i>is back! I hope <i>everyone </i><i>who </i><i>once </i><i>supported </i><i>me </i>will <i>continue </i><i>to </i><i>do </i><i>so</i><i>! </i>


    Jensen’s pulse roared in his ears. He stabbed the call button. “Hansel! Hansel!”


    Hansel burst back into the room, rmed. “Mr. Luke, what is it? Are you in pain?”


    “Not that!” Jensen seized his wrist, shoving the phone at him. His voice cracked with desperation. “Trace this login. Find out where it came from–now!”


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