ght, every bit of the image he had built crumbledpletely.


    Natalie stood outside, watching the chaos inside the Chapter 176 Move Over Sharon Your Turn


    Still, the fact that the one scheming against him turned out to be Natalie was something Jensen could hardly ept.


    “Move<b>! </b>Get out of my way!”


    He tried to break through the encirclement, but it was useless. Reporters swarmed around him, pelting him with questions; in one nicafe with calm, untroubled eyes.


    She had pretended not to know Jensen earlier just to see how he would behave, but his actions only left her disgusted. Now that the reporters had arrived and the stage was set, there was no point in keeping up the act any longer.


    After all, Natalie deserved an exnation, a reckoning, for everything that had happened between them.


    Now that she had it, she finally felt a measure of relief.


    Chris had no idea what Natalie was thinking. He only saw her standing in front of the car, gaze fixed on the mess inside the cafe. He spoke up, “Miss, we’ve already restrained the barista.”


    “Find out what she put in the coffee.”


    Natalie wasn’t a fool.


    Back when she had been with Jensen, she hadn’t bothered to think too deeply; to her, he was family, a lover, someone who would walk with her through storms for a lifetime. So whatever Jensen said, she epted.


    But after brushing past death, what could she possibly not see through?


    Jensen might have been a big shot in Ocean City, but he wasn’t so fearsome that a mere nce could make a barista’s hands tremble and spill coffee. That was nothing but guilt written all over her face.


    Natalie had to admit–the Stone family’s Chris was useful.


    One subtle look from her and he understood


    exactly what needed to be done, carrying it out withposure; it pleased her.


    Hearing her question, Chris quickly reported, “We pressed her; <b>she </b>said Dr. Johnson ordered her to drug both your coffee and Jensen’s, to make you lose control and hook up upstairs. Sharon would then storm in with reporters to catch you in the act. She’d pull out her marriage certificate with Jensen and nail you down as the mistress<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    Natalie’s lips curved into a mocking smile.


    “Sounds exactly like something Sharon would do.”


    She had only just returned to the country and hadn’t had the time to deal with Sharon; yet Sharon couldn’t resist striking first.


    Chris paused, then added, “Miss, our people also found out that when you and Mr. Jensennded yesterday, there were assassins lurking near the airport. They were clearly targeting you, but his men took care of them.”


    “Assassins?<b>” </b>


    Natalie’s brows drew together.


    Judging from Jensen’s attitude today, this couldn’t have been his doing. That left only one person who most wanted to keep her froming home, Sharon. What <i>a </i><i>Sharon</i><i>, </i>ruthless <i>as </i>


    <i>ever</i><i>. </i>


    “Chris, send someone to grab Sharon. Force the barista’s drugged coffee down her throat, then throw her in a room with some random man. I want the reporters she called to follow her script to the letter–only the leading man and woman will change. Let’s see how tomorrow’s headlines explode.”


    With that, Natalie tore off the mask on her face and tossed it to the ground.


    The silver mask gleamed coldly, reflecting her wless, icy beauty in the sunlight.


    She pulled open the car door and slid inside.


    As the luxury car roared to life, Sharon arrived at the scene. She immediately called her people.


    “Have the reporters I arranged at Cloud Cafe in five minutes.”


    She was about to look up at the café when she sensed a shadow flicker behind her. Pain shot through her neck, and she cked out.


    A man in ck caught her before she copsed and hurried her into the café’s back kitchen.


    The restrained barista was forced <i>to </i>pour the drugged coffee down Sharon’s throat.


    Just <b>as </b>they were about to carry her upstairs to the lounge<b>, </b>a stranger walked in.


    with Mr. Baron. He had me bring in a beggar for Sharon to enjoy. And Jensen’s about to -Mr. Baron already had his men sh his tires. Today, Jensen has to stay and watch this to the end.”


    oved the filthy beggar inside and left.


    received the update almost immediately.


    Baron, everything went ording to n.” <ol><li>d. Leave the rest to the Stone family; just make sure my </li></ol>


    wife stays safe.”


    Yes, sir.”


    Baron ended the call, standing by the floor–to–ceiling window. Below him, traffic streamed endlessly; in his phone, the recording of Natalie’s cold, clear confrontation with Jensen yed on a loop. <fn0397> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on find(?)ovel</fn0397>