NovelEnglishChapter 192 A Dangerous Game
Baron's face darkened.
“Honey, you're really cruel.”
“There are worse things. Want to find out?”
Natalie shot him a glare, tossed the blanket aside, and got out of bed.
She could always tell when Baron was just putting on an act and when he was truly upset. And she liked the way
things were between them.
With him, she didn’t feel the constant anxiety she once felt with Jensen, and she didn’t have to throw herself in
completely.
Baron was a good man, one who understood boundaries.
His feelings for her were plain to see, but he never pressured her to return them right away.
That made her comfortable.
And often, his deliberate playfulness would make her forget the depth of his feelings, without ever letting her
ignore his heart.
That balance, that ease, was something Natalie truly liked.
When Baron realized she really had no intention of sleeping with him, he gave up.
He leaned back against the headboard, pulled out a cigarette, and thought about lighting it— then remembered
she didn’t like it. He just rolled it between his fingers instead.
A message cin from his men.
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Baron looked at the additional five percent of Luke Corp shares that had landed in his account and let out a cold
laugh. His long, pale fingers flew across the screen.
“Five percent isn’t enough. Keep buying. If any other shareholders want to sell, have Revolver
reach out.”
“Yes, Mr. Baron.”
When he finished, the sound of water cfrom the bathroom.
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Through the frosted glass, Natalie's curvy figure appeared in a hazy outline. It was blurred, but enough to make
his mouth go dry.
Baron all but fled the master bedroom, slipping into the guest room next door to take a cold shower.
When Natalie cout of the bathroom and saw that Baron was gone, she didn’t think much
of it.
She casually pulled on sloungewear.
Just then, Chris called.
“Miss, Sharon's been released. The Summers family uncovered the real buyer of the poison, and there's
evidence online of her conflict with Lucy. What should we do now?”
Natalie paused. Sharon released?
Baron's evidence had been airtight. If she was free, then Jensen and the Summers family must have worked
together.
Of course.
No matter what kind of person Sharon was, she was still Mrs. Luke's daughter and a Summers family member. A
wealthy family wouldn't allow a scandal about a daughter killing her mother to spread.
still, the incident wasn’t without use.
At the very least, both Jensen and Jordan would feel uneasy.
Having a venomous snake so close would unsettle any man in power.
Even if Sharon escaped legal punishment, her fate wouldn't be good.
Once Natalie thought it through, her voice was calm. “Leave it alone. Don't interfere. Just watch the show.”
Chris hesitated.
“Miss, just letting Sharon go like that? Isn’t that too easy on her?”
“Her ending won't be good. Trust me. There’s no need for us to step
in.”
Chris didn’t fully understand, but he obeyed.
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Meanwhile, Baron received the snews.
“Mr. Baron, should we do anything about Sharon?”
Baron shook his still-damp hair and answered evenly, “No. Just watch the show.”
“But won't Madam think we failed her, and be unhappy with you, Mr. Baron?”
They were worrying on his behalf again.
Baron's mouth twitched, annoyed. “My wife's smart. She's not as dumb as you. Don’t bother with it anymore.”
“Yes, Mr. Baron.”
Though they didn’t know why they were being scolded, they wisely dropped it.
Natalie put down her phone and stepped out of the master bedroom. Hearing noise from the guest room, she
pushed the door open.
A wave of steam rolled out.
Baron stood in the mist, a black towel hanging loosely around his hips. Water dripped from his broad chest,
winding down the grooves of his eight-pack like a river cutting through stone.
His wet hair clung to his sharp brow, a few drops clinging to the corners of his eyes, ready to fall.
He tilted his head back, gulping down ice water, his Adam's apple rising and falling with each swallow. Droplets
glistened along his collarbone, scattering light like tiny diamonds.
The cold shower left his body radiating chill, yet his waist and obliques were drawn tight like a bowstring, veins
faintly visible under bronze skin.
The scent of damp wood filled the air, laced with something darker, so cuning like gunpowder.
“Like what you see?”
His low, husky voice scraped across her ears. Startled, Natalie stepped back-only to bump into his hand gripping
the towel. His wrist was ice-cold, the knuckles pale from holding the fabric too tight.
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