Chapter 183 Breaking Point


    Chapter 183 Breaking Point


    That one–on–one confrontation with Natalie had already made Jensen realize she’d set him up.


    Thepany’s stock must have been plummeting by now, panic spreading like wildfire. And Hansel still hadn’t arrived. His phone had been dead silent, likely jammed. Jensen knew exactly what that meant.


    Natalie had powerful forces backing her.


    This retaliation hade like a storm, leaving him no room to breathe.


    But Jensen had never imagined Natalie would drag Sharon into it–using such a degrading way to strip them both of dignity.


    Was this really the same Natalie who once wouldn’t even dare step on an ant?


    His chest ached.


    He couldn’t tell if it was disappointment, heartache, or both. His eyes blurred as he looked across the crowd at Natalie, emotions too tangled to name.


    Natalie felt his gaze


    but didn’t spare him a nce.


    So this was what it meant to be truly done–with love, with patience, with everything. When there’s nothing left, even speaking another word feels like too much.


    Sharon, sprawled indecently on the ground again, screamed and cursed, spitting the vilest insults at Natalie.


    Natalie stood calm and quiet, watching without responding, as if Sharon’s words had been meant for someone else entirely.


    The humiliation burned Jensen until hisst thread of reason snapped. <fne7c1> Official source is Find~Novel</fne7c1>


    “Shut up!”


    His re was sharp enough <i>to </i>cut, a de that stabbed straight through Sharon.


    She had never seen him like this.


    A shiver ran through her before her eyes welled with tears. “Jensen, I was framed! It was her! She set me up!”


    Chapter 183 Breaking Point


    Natalie only smiled faintly.


    To Jensen, that smile was blindingly cruel.


    He bit down hard and said through clenched teeth, “What nonsense are you spouting? She <b>was </b>downstairs talking business with me earlier. She’s been gone for a long time. Sharon, you’ve really outdone yourself.”


    Today, Jensen’s pride–inside and out–was ripped away by Natalie,id bare before everyone.


    He had thought to fight back, but in that instant, he let go.


    If this was her revenge, he would ept it.


    He had wronged her too deeply–forcing her into the mes, nearly costing her life. Compared to that, this humiliation was nothing.


    Yes, Sharon had once saved him. He couldn’t strike her down with his own hands. But if Natalie wanted to, maybe he didn’t have to stop her.


    Strangely, the thought brought him a sliver of release.


    He turned back to Natalie.


    He said nothing, but his eyes were soft, as if he would dly give her his life without regret. It was enough to make Baron bristle with rage.


    “So this is Mr. Jensen’s wife? Quite the taste you have–unique,” Baron said coolly,cing his words with both mockery and warning.


    Jensen’s gaze snapped to him, narrowing sharply.


    This man–he remembered him from the productunch, standing at Natalie’s side. Was it him all along, helping her from the shadows?


    Who was he?


    Jensen’s hawk–like stare locked onto Baron, searching.


    But Natalie had lost interest in the spectacle.


    “Let’s go.”


    She slipped her arm through Baron’s, leaning on him sweetly. The sight made Jensen’s chest clench painfully.


    “Natalie!”


    “Jensen!”


    He tried to go after her, but Sharon wrapped herself around his leg, sobbing miserably.


    “Jensen, I swear I was framed! Please believe me!”


    “Let go!”


    For the first time, Jensen felt nothing but disgust toward Sharon.


    Baron’s lips curved upward, pleased by the way Natalie clung to him in front of everyone.


    Then Natalie stopped. She turned her head slightly, her gaze cool as it swept over the mess behind her.


    “Mrs. Luke may really have been set up. When I was downstairs with Mr. Jensen, the coffee the barista brought seemed off. Luckily, I didn’t drink it.”


    Her words were calm, almost casual. Then she looped her arm tighter around Baron’s and walked away without a backward nce.


    The crowd froze.


    “My God! Does this mean there’s a bigger conspiracy?”


    “Where’s the barista? Find the barista first–there could be more to this!”


    The reporters‘ instincts red, and they rushed into action.


    Meanwhile, Jensen and Sharon stood stunned.


    <i>Why</i><i>… </i>why <i>would </i><i>Natalie </i><i>speak up </i><i>for </i><i>Sharon </i><i>now</i>?