Chapter 227 Mr Baron Never ys 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 resume the interrogation with sharp efficiency; his gaze turned icy as itnded 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 mped 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 studio for Natalie in Murica, Baron had brought them all back home; the very day she returned, Waylon had arranged for Chris to prepare an identical studio for 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 thest 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.


    “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 came back. I 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 ss 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 anyely?”


    “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 imed to have been sent by Natalie. Worried for the child she carries, the olddy invited Natalie out for coffee. But Natalie… she wasn’t the same as before. She even kicked Madam–Mr. Jensen, you should’ve seen it. Her knee was left ck 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?”


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    The butler flinched.


    “Madam told me not to. But Natalie really did kick her.”


    “Natalie wouldn’t strike someone for no reason; her manners are impable. Did my mother say something? Do something? Tell me word 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


    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 time she hadn’t even bothered to check <ol><li>in. </li></ol>


    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 unt her pregnancy like some sort of power.


    Sharon is <i>despicable</i>.


    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. <i>Wasn’t </i><i>Mr. </i><i>Jensen </i><i>supposed </i><i>to </i><i>dislike </i>Natalie? <i>He </i><i>had </i><i>even </i><i>married </i><i>Sharon</i><i>–</i><i>so </i>why <i>did </i><i>it </i><i>suddenly </i><i>seem </i><i>otherwise</i>?


    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.