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Chapter 227 Mr Baron Never Plays Nice
This cold, ruthless Baron-that was the man they knew.
So the scene just now had to have been an illusion.
Baron watched his men resthe interrogation with sharp efficiency; his gaze turned icy as it landed on the
scar-faced man.
“Feels good to know my secret, doesn’t it? Too bad-you won't get the chance to report back to your boss.”
Jake struggled, muffled by the hand clamped over his mouth and nose, unable to get a single word out.
While the questioning pressed on, Natalie had Chris drive her toward the studio.
After setting up a stufor Natalie in Murica, Baron had brought them all back home; the very day she returned,
Waylon had arranged for Chris to prepare an identical stufor her
here.
The idea was simple, whatever Natalie needed, it would always be ready.
Of course, she could have done her designing at home; she had spent the last five years working from home,
after all, but it always felt like something was missing.
With the studio, and the ability to sync online with her senior, Renee, Natalie finally found a spark of enjoyment
in her work.
While Natalie was fully absorbed in her designs, Jensen received news that Loretta had been taken.
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“What did you just say? How could my mother suddenly disappear?”
The butler stammered, “I don’t know either. Madam said she was going to the restroom and never cback. |
went to look but couldn't find her. We only stepped out for coffee, and then she vanished. Mr. Jensen, should
we... should we call the police?”
When people of that class ran into trouble, their first instinct wasn’t the police; it was the question of saving
face.
Jensen’s brow furrowed tightly.
“Has my mother offended anyone lately?”
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“No.”
The butler shook his head quickly, then hesitated. “But... Madam did meet with Natalie.”
“What did you say?”
Jensen’s expression darkened.
“Who told my mother to go find Natalie?”
The butler’s hands shook as he spoke. “Madam said the woman who attacked her at the hospital claimed to have
been sent by Natalie. Worried for the child she carries, the old lady invited Natalie out for coffee. But Natalie...
she wasn’t the sas before. She even kicked Madam-Mr. Jensen, you should've seen it. Her knee was left
black and blue. Natalie always seemed so refined, but who would've thought she’d turn out to be so coarse and
vicious?”
“Shut up!”
Jensen roared the words.
“Who the heck are you to say Natalie has no manners? And when my mother went to see her, why didn’t you call
me?”
His face was etched with fury.
The butler flinched.
“Madam toldnot to. But Natalie really did kick her.”
“Natalie wouldn't strike someone for no reason; her manners are impeccable. Did my mother say something? Do
something? Tellword for word—every detail—or you'll regret it.”
The butler no longer dared say anything bad about Natalie; he recounted everything exactly as it happened.
Jensen's face darkened to a storm.
“My mother believed whatever Sharon said? She even threw coffee at Natalie? Has she lost her mind? She used
to like Natalie, used to treat her well!”
The butler kept his head down, too frightened to reply.
But Jensen realized it himself soon enough.
His mother’s so-called kindness toward Natalie had only ever been based on the fact that
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Natalie had once found a Witch Doctor for him. And even then, that kindness had never been
much.
A few gifts during holidays, nothing more; most of the tshe hadn't even bothered to check
in.
He had been blind.
All these years, his mother had been waiting for grandchildren; yet for the
past five years he hadn't been able to cross that barrier in his heart, and so he had never touched Natalie.
If he had been with her sooner, wouldn't they already have children of their own by now?
Then Sharon wouldn't have the chance to flaunt her pregnancy like ssort of power.
Sharon is despicable.
Jensen exhaled sharply. “This might be connected to Natalie. Send someone to look for her, but do it quietly-
don’t alert anyone else.”
“Mr. Jensen, aren't you worried something might happen to Madam?”
The butler’s face was pale with worry.
Jensen waved him off. “No. If it wasn’t Natalie, then whoever it is must have their own agenda, and they'll call
me. If it was Natalie, she was probably just angry; she wouldn't actually hurt my mother. Don’t worry.”
The butler was stunned by the way Jensen defended her. Wasn't Mr. Jensen supposed to dislike Natalie? He had
even married Sharon-so why did it suddenly seem otherwise?
Jensen didn’t care what the butler thought.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Natalie’s number. He let it ring for a long time, but the call never went
through.
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