Chapter 230 Childish Works Every Time.
Natalie paused for a beat and said, “Coffee? You think it was me?”
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Jensen replied, “No; I just wanted to ask, see if there are any leads. I didn’t know my mom went to see you before–Sharon provoked her, she got worked up, and threw coffee on you, I only just found out. I know you’re not the type to scheme behind someone’s back. I just want to know–did you mention it to anyone? Could it be someone trying to stick up for you, so they kidnapped my mom and humiliated her?”
The words were phrased beautifully,ced with trust in her character, as if he believed she’d never do something like that. But to Natalie’s cars, they were cutting and unpleasant.
“Jensen, I wasn’t happy with what your mother did to me, but I got my revenge on the spot. As for who took her afterward or what they did–that has nothing to do with me. Don’te to me about this again. If you really can’t figure out who did it, my advice is simple, call the police.”
No sooner had she finished than Loretta’s furious voice barked through the receiver.
“Call the police? Natalie, don’t think I won’t! I’m telling you, if you don’t give me a public apology for what happened today, this isn’t over between us!”
“Do whatever you want.”
Natalie ended the call and blocked the number.
As for Jensen’s feelings–she couldn’t care less.
But what he’d said a moment ago sparked a thought.
She sent Baron a text.
“Was it you who treated Loretta to coffee?”
“Yeah! She bullied my wife; I was just returning the favor. She treated you to coffee–1 treated her to a whole bucket. I’m a pretty good junior, don’t you think?”
Baron’s reply made Natalieugh out loud.
“Childish.”
“I’m childish–so what?”
Chapter 230 Childish Works Every Time
After a little yful back–and–forth, Baron hung up. Just then, Revolver walked in. <fnac14> Find the newest release on Find1Novel</fnac14>
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“Mr. Baron, did you forget you’re still the chairman of Grant International Holdings? There’s a business g in three days; you have to attend–it’s tied to our next phase of development. Oh, and Luke Corp’s Jensen will be there too.”
He ced an invitation on Baron’s desk.
Baron had been about to refuse when another report came in.
“Mr. Baron, it seems Jensen is digging into you.”
Baron’s lips curved into a mocking smile.
“Fine. I’ll go to the g in three days.”
He wanted to see exactly what expression Jensen would wear when they met again.
After hanging up, Natalie didn’t give the matter another thought. If Baron was behind it, Jensen would never be able to trace it.
Still, the image of Loretta–usually so lofty–being shoved into a coffee bucket was vivid in her mind.
That old woman had probably never endured anything like it in her life.
<i>Only </i><i>Baron </i><i>would </i><ie </i><i>up </i>with <i>something </i><i>like </i><i>that</i>.
And though the method was childish, the fact that he had stood up for her warmed Natalie’s heart.
That thought pulled up another memory–Sharon’s hand.
She had only recently learned that not long after Sharon had crushed her hand, someone had crushed Sharon’s as well. Jensen had even gone to the ck market to beg the Witch Doctor to restore Sharon’s hand to normal, but the Witch Doctor had refused.
Renee had discovered and told her about it.
Natalie was convinced that had been Baron’s work too.
He had a strong connection with the Witch Doctor; if not for the coffee incident, she might never have considered it, but now she saw the pattern. Both times, the methods were identical -swift, brutal, almost childish, yet deeply satisfying.
When the kids had gone missing and she’d gone to the hospital to beat Sharon herself, she’d seen Sharon’s hand; it clearly didn’t have much strength left. <i>Truly </i><i>gratifying</i><i>. </i>
Natalie picked up her phone, scrolling through shopping sites, thinking to buy Baron a gift.
But what could I <i>buy</i>? It seemed <i>he </i><icked </i><i>nothing</i>.
She frowned, torn.
At that moment, Renee messaged her again.
Natalie, our <i>first </i><i>design </i><i>is </i><i>ready</i>. <i>Take </i><i>a </i><i>look</i>. <i>If </i><i>you </i><i>think </i>it <i>works</i>, <i>we </i><i>can </i><i>start </i><i>teasing </i><i>it </i><i>on </i>Twitter <i>and </i>online.
Natalie opened the draft Renee had sent and was impressed.
Her own design was the gship piece; the rest of the series included other designs, some of which would need Renee’s touch.
After all, this wa
per studio now; she wanted to give her senior some space to shine.
Natali
Ka few revisions, sparking new inspiration for Renee.
<i>are </i><i>amazing</i><i>! </i><i>I’ll </i><i>make </i><i>the </i><i>changes </i><i>right </i><i>now</i>.
hanging up, Natalie suddenly remembered something–she still owed Baron a pair of <b>Hinks</b>. <b><i>Yes</i></b><b>, </b><i>I’d </i><i>design </i><i>them </i><i>now</i>.
With that thought, she dove straight into her work. Meanwhile, Jensen had turned up nothing useful; Loretta kept on cursing without pause.