Chapter <i>175 </i>Money Talks So Pay Up


    The curve of Natalie’s lips deepened.


    “Oh? So Mr. Jensen has been protecting me all along?<b>” </b>


    “Of course!”


    Jensen rushed to affirm it.


    Natalie’s smile only grew brighter, though it never reached her eyes.


    “Then if you cared about me so much, Mr. Jensen, why haven’t I received a single cent from all the profits my designs brought in over the past five years?” <fndca3> Newest update provided by fινdnοvel</fndca3>


    “You lived in the Lanju apartment I bought for you. I covered all the household expenses, even hired cleaners toe on schedule. You didn’t need money.”


    That one statement was enough to make the reporters behind her widen their disbelief. <i>What </i><i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>reasoning </i><i>is </i><i>that</i><i>? </i>


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    Natalie’s smile sharpened. “Whether I need money or not is irrelevant. I put in thebor; I designed the products. I never signed an agreement with you—or with Luke Corp— authorizing their use. You profited off my work; shouldn’t some of that profit have gone to me?<b>” </b>


    Jensen flushed at her words, shame creeping across his face.


    Biting his lip, he muttered, “It’s not that I wouldn’t give you anything. We were going to get married eventually; what’s mine would be yours. If you needed money, no matter how much, I would’ve given it to you. You know Luke Corp only looked morous from the outside- inside, thepany needed money everywhere. I just… hadn’t given you your share yet.”


    “So ording to you, Mr. Jensen, since you would eventually marry me, the profi rom my designs would one daye back to me?”


    “Of course.”


    “Then why did you marry Sharon?”


    Natalie’s expression hardenedpletely.


    Jensen’s voice faltered.


    He suddenly understood what truly mattered to her.


    Uneasy, he tugged at his cor; still feeling suffocated, he quickly unbuttoned two more buttons <b>as </b>if only then could he breathe.


    “Natalie, that was my mistake. I shouldn’t have married Sharon on our fifth anniversary. But I had my reasons.”


    “Oh?”


    Natalie realized that once she had let go of all feelings for him, the illusion surrounding him had shattered.


    The same handsome face that once seemed so dear now made her sick.


    Seeing no trace of emotion on her face, Jensen’s chest tightened in a dull ache.


    “Natalie, believe me. The only woman I’ve ever loved is you. I married Sharon because she has cancer; she doesn’t have much time left. Her final wish was to die as my wife–I couldn’t let her leave this world with regret.”


    “You could have told me. You could have said you intended to marry Sharon. We could have ended things cleanly. But, Mr. Jensen, you never thought to tell me about your marriage to her. So what was your n? A wife in your arms while keeping me as your mistress?”


    Natalie’s voice turned ice–cold.


    “No, no–that wasn’t it! I only thought that once Sharon passed, we’d get married immediately. I wouldn’t touch her, I swear!”


    As he spoke, he reached for Natalie’s hand.


    Natalie instead picked up her coffee and threw it directly in his face.


    “Jensen, you’re disgusting.”


    Brown liquid sshed across him, even seeping into his open mouth before he could close it.


    Natalie rose to her feet, her voice cutting through the stunned silence. “From the moment you married Sharon, everything between us ended. So stop telling the media you’ll marry me or that we’re in a rtionship.”


    “Secondly, the profits from my designs over the past five years–since I never authorized you or Luke Corp to use them–calcte every cent and return it. Otherwise, I’ll take legal action.”


    With that, she turned and walked away.


    “<b>Natalie</b>, don’t treat me like this! I know I was wrong. Just give me another chance<b>!</b>”


    Jensen reached instinctively for her arm, but Chris blocked him.


    “Mr. Jensen, you’d better focus on exining yourself to the reporters.”


    At those words, the journalists surged forward.


    “Mr. Jensen, is what you just said true? Did you really marry another woman behind Ms. Sunny’s back?”


    “Mr. Jensen, has Luke Corp truly not given her a single cent for five years of designs?”


    Their sudden barrage of questions surrounded Jensen in the cafe.


    Because he had wanted to meet Natalie alone, he hadn’t brought Hansel with him.


    And now, faced with this situation–if Jensen still didn’t realize Natalie had orchestrated everything–then he didn’t deserve to sit in Luke Corp’s president’s chair at all.