Chapter 221 ps Make the Point Clear


    “Shut up!”


    Sharon snapped, her emotions spiraling out of control.


    “Natalie, who the heck do you think you are? You think you canpare to me? Let me tell you something–so what if you’re the heiress of Stone Group now? I’m Mrs. Luke! The position you couldn’t get after five years with Jensen–I took it! You’re jealous of me, aren’t you? It’s killing you inside, isn’t it? Because I’m carrying Jensen’s child, and you and Jensen will never happen again!”


    Sharon red at Natalie, convinced that Jensen was still Natalie’s weak spot; she kept pressing, hoping to strike a nerve.


    Natalie pped her across the face.


    “Ah! You dare hit me?<b>” </b>


    Sharon’s cheek burned, her head snapping to the side from the blow.


    She felt like she was losing her mind.


    “Where is everyone? Where are the bodyguards? Are they all dead?”


    Sharon clung to the hope that someone outside would rush in.


    Natalie let out a coldugh.


    Sometimes she thought Sharon was unbearably stupid–yet this very woman had nearly gotten her killed and stolen the man she once thought was her everything.


    Natalie pped her again.


    “Shut up already! Sharon, if I could get in here, then you should realize the Luke family’s men outside have already been dealt with. Don’t you see the situation? If I wanted to kill you and im it was an ident, it would be effortless.”


    “No! Impossible!”


    Sharon fought back wildly, but Natalie raised her hand again and struck her several more times, until her own palm went numb.


    Sharon’s face was swollen now.


    Her eyes burned with hatred, but beneath it flickered fear–raw and unmistakable.


    That fear was exactly what Natalie wanted.


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    “You’ll answer what I ask. If I’m satisfied, I might let you live today; if not, I’ll make sure you lose that child. Tell me, without this baby, would Loretta still like you? Would you still hold onto the title of Mrs. Luke? Sharon, I have no intention of getting back with Jensen, but if push me, I won’t hesitate to take him from you again. After all, his heart is still tied to me.”


    Natalie’s words struck Sharon like a dagger. <i>No</i><i>! </i>


    She could never allow Jensen and Natalie to have anything to do with each other again.


    “What do you want to ask?”


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    She knew better than anyone how dire her situation was.


    The only reason Jensen had allowed her to keep this child was Loretta’s pressure. And Loretta’s protection had nothing to do with actually liking her as a daughter–inw; everything was for the sake of the baby she carried.


    That meant the baby absolutely could not be harmed.


    Seeing Sharon weigh her options, Natalie finally loosened her grip and asked coolly, “The amusement park copse–you know about it, don’t you?”


    “What are you talking about? I don’t know.”


    Sharon’s eyes flickered, just for a split second, but Natalie caught it.


    “Sharon, don’t test my patience.”


    No sooner had Natalie spoken than Chris stepped forward, handing her a syringe.


    Inside was a clear liquid.


    Natalie pushed out the air bubbles, her gaze t as itnded on Sharon.


    “Want to guess what this is? Think it might cause a miscarriage?”


    Terrified, Sharon clutched her stomach.


    “Natalie, what are you trying to do? I swear I don’t know anything about the amusement park


    copse.”


    “Then let me put it another way. Where’s Terry–the man who was in touch with you before? Don’t even try to im you don’t know him. If I came here today to question you, it means I already know everything about your connections. Sharon, Terry was the inspector for the amusement park equipment. But after the copse, he disappeared. And thest phone call he made before vanishing–was to you. So where is he now?”


    Natalie’s words left Sharon stunned.


    <i>What </i><i>Terry</i>? <i>What </i><i>disappearance</i><i>? </i><i>What </i><i>did </i><i>any </i><i>of this </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>do </i><i>with </i><i>me</i><i>? </i>Sharon was utterly confused.


    “Natalie, I see it now–you just came here today to pin false charges on me so you can get rid of my baby, didn’t you? I don’t know any Terry! I don’t know what you’re talking about! What does an amusement park copse have to do with me? I didn’t even have kids–why would I go to an amusement park?”


    Sharon’s scream tore out of her, raw and desperate; her eyes held no trace of deceit.


    Natalie frowned slightly. <i>What was </i><i>going </i><i>on</i>? <i>If </i><i>Sharon </i><i>really </i><i>didn’t </i><i>know </i><i>Terry</i><i>, </i><i>then </i><i>why </i><i>did </i><i>all </i><i>the </i><i>evidence </i><i>point </i><i>straight </i><i>to </i><i>her</i><i>? </i>