Chapter 203 Your Savior Is A Liar
Jensen’s words made Hansel freeze again.
“Mr. Jensen, are you suspecting-”
“No matter what I suspect, I need solid evidence.”
A sh of ice cut through Jensen’s gaze, and the pen in his hand snapped clean in two.
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If… if it turned <i>out </i><i>the </i>way <i>he </i><i>thought</i>… <i>then </i><i>what </i><i>am </i><i>I </i>supposed to <i>do</i>? For the first time, Jensen felt <i>a </i>flicker of panic.
“Hurry!”
“Yes, sir.”
Hansel left at once.
On Baron’s side, word of Hansel’s investigation reached him almost immediately.
“Mr. Baron, it looks like Jensen suspects Sharon’s cancer was fake.”
Baron let out a cold, mockingugh.
“Well, well… the man’s finally using his brain. But it’s about time he learned the truth anyway. Leak the news, carefully, that Johnson is still alive; send Jensen Johnson’s current address while you’re at it. I want to see how Jensen reacts when he finds out his so–called savior is nothing but a liar.”
He hung up right after saying that.
Just then, Natalie pushed open the door.
“Who’s a liar?”
She asked casually.
The moment Baron saw her, he got up and pulled her into his arms.
“Don’t ever leave me alone with the bodyguards again.”
“Aren’t they your men? It’s not dangerous, and I only went to wash my hands.”
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Natalie thought Baron was getting more dramatic by the day.
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Baron, however, pouted like a child. “My men? They’re just hired hands, not mine. You’re the only one who’s mine.”
“Fine, fine. Whatever you say.”
Natalie caught the meaning beneath his words; he wanted her woven into his life, his work, his world. But she wasn’t ready–not yet.
Baron knew she was dodging and didn’t press. Instead, he took her hand and pulled her down to sit beside him.
“News just came in. Looks like Jensen figured out Sharon faked her cancer. I’ve already sent Johnson’s location to him. I wonder what he’ll do when the truth finally hits.”
Natalie froze for a split second.
She hadn’t even had time to act yet; she hadn’t expected Jensen to catch on so soon.
If she hadn’t exposed Sharon’s fake cancer, she never would’ve been lured into <i>that </i>fire. Now she wanted to see for herself how Jensen’s precious Sharon would end up.
“Sharon’s lies to Jensen go far beyond this. She had my hand smashed to pieces, and Jensen- just to stop me from pressing charges–locked me up and leaned on me with his power. In his eyes, as long as Sharon was his savior, he’d let the sky cave in before he’d ever touch her.”
Jensen always imed it was about gratitude. But Natalie had seen through that the moment her hand was destroyed. <i>If </i><i>there </i><i>were </i><i>truly </i><i>no </i><i>feelings </i><i>between </i><i>them</i><i>, </i><i>how </i><i>could </i><i>he </i><i>be </i><i>so blind </i><i>to </i><i>right </i><i>and </i><i>wrong</i><i>? </i>
That so–called gratitude was nothing more than an excuse he gave himself. Which was why, even if Jensen learned Sharon’s cancer was fake, at most he’d blow up in anger; in the end, it wouldn’t truly harm her.
Seeing Natalie like this made Baron’s chest ache.
Right then, a call came in.
“Mr. Baron, there’s more to the incident where Madam’s hand was smashed by Sharon’s people.”
“What did you say?”
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Baron’s expression hardened instantly, and even Natalic frowned.
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Back then, when Sharon had sent someone to cripple her hand, Natalie had always thought it was because she’d refused to give Sharon the title of Ms. Sunny. With Sharon’s petty, vindictive nature, if she couldn’t have something, she wouldn’t let anyone else have it either. Natalie had always assumed it was nothing more than a straightforward act of revenge. But now Baron’s man was saying there was more behind it?
“Speak.”
The word had barely left Baron’s lips when the voice on the other end exined, “At the time Sharon hired people to break Madam’s hand, wasn’t Phantom dyed and couldn’t make it? I suddenly remembered–back then, some woman called Phantom. I don’t know what she said. but Phantom was in a terrible mood afterward. Then his car broke down, and he missed the best chance to save Madam.”
Baron’s eyes narrowed to slits.
Natalie recognized the voice, too. <i>It </i><i>was </i><i>Finn</i><i>! </i><i>Hadn’t </i><i>Finn </i><i>fallen </i><i>out </i>with <i>Baron </i><i>and </i>been thrown <i>out</i><i>? </i><i>Why </i><i>was </i><i>he </i>still <i>in </i><i>contact </i>with <i>him </i><i>now</i>?
Natalie couldn’t help but wonder.
Baron spoke in a low voice. “Can Phantom’s phone still be restored? Get me that <i>call </i>record.”
“The recording can’t be recovered, but I did trace the call log. I found the number–its owner was someone named Johnson.”