NovelEnglishChapter 226 Kids Choose Fun Over
Natalie had worried the kids might not want to go to preschool after what happened yesterday; to her surprise,
the moment they heard they were going, they lit up with excitement.
After making absolutely sure they were fine, Natalie and Chris drove them over.
The preschool director personally welcomed Natalie.
It was the kids’ first tbeing around so many other children; they were thrilled, waving at Natalie and calling
out their goodbyes.
Seeing them so happy put Natalie at ease.
“Mrs. Gunn, don’t worry; the children will be just fine here with us,” the director assured her quickly.
Natalie nodded, stayed for a while to watch, and, once she was sure the two little ones were fully immersed in
play, let Chris drive them back.
On the way, Renee sent Natalie a message: “Natalie, Jensen just sent sfiles to our studio’s email. Do you
want to take a look?”
Natalie frowned as she read.
“Jensen?”
“Yes.”
Renee sighed, but still forwarded the documents to Natalie's phone.
The moment Natalie opened them, her face darkened; her hands clenched into fists.
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Jensen had actually dug up their private conversations from when they were dating.
Not only that he had printed them out and sent them to her.
Reading those words made her anger rise, hot and sharp in her chest. How shameless could Jensen possibly be?
“Did he say anything else?” Renee asked, clearly exasperated.
“He said you should reach out to him directly-you have his number. Natalie, what is this? Is he trying to threaten
you? How did | never notice before what a shameless man he is?”
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“I only just realized it myself.”
After hanging up, Natalie told Chris to pull over.
He didn’t know what had happened, but he always did exactly as she asked.
Natalie scrolled through the conversation logs.
Reading those words felt like looking back at her old self-someone who had caged herself in for love.
Her feelings for Jensen back then had been real.
Every line she’d written back then had been real-every joke, every tender word, every bit of
support.
And now he was using them to threaten her. What did that say?
It meant Jensen no longer cared to preserve any of the good that had once existed between them.
She read through the entire record coldly, her expression hard.
It wasn’t hard to understand his motive.
Was he trying to claim that the past five years of my designs counted as skind of gift to him? The thought
made Natalie laugh bitterly.
She truly wanted nothing more to do with Jensen.
Pulling out her phone, she called Baron.
“Baron, | need you to find a lawyer to deal with Jensen for me.”
“What happened? That bastard bothering you again?”
Baron's expression hardened instantly; the room around him went quiet. Even the scar-faced man who had been
under interrogation was forcibly silenced.
Baron stripped off his bloodstained gloves and tossed them into a trash bin. The violence in
eyes dimmed; his deep, magnetic voice lost sof its menace, softening instead.
his
In the blood-scented basement, his voice was the only sound that remained.
Natalie had no idea what he was in the middle of. She simply explained what had happened
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with the conversation logs.
“I don’t want to deal with him anymore. Please have a lawyer handle it.”
Baron couldn't have been happier to hear it.
Jensen was digging his own grave, and Natalie had finally reached the point where she didn’t even want to speak
to him.
“All right. Leave this to me; I'll take care of it. Where are you now? Want to grab lunch together?”
It was already past nine o'clock.
Natalie laughed. “I'm heading to the studio. | need to wrap up sdesign work. The kids are at preschool, so
I'll pick them up this afternoon.”
“Good. What do you want for dinner? I'll cook.”
Right then, Baron sounded like the most ordinary, dependable man in the world.
Natalie thought for a moment, then smiled.
“Why don’t you make steak? I've been craving it.”
“Done. I'll have someone pick up fresh ribs.”
They chatted for a bit longer before hanging up.
Baron’s men stood frozen, stunned. Seriously? That was Mr. Baron? Did that really just happen? He's actually
going to cook? For real?
When Baron turned, he caught them all staring at him, torn between disbelief and words they dared not speak.
“What are you standing around for? Did you get the confession or not?”
Every one of them jumped.
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