When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 16 She Wants to Ruin Natalie

Sharon was quite pleased with how things were going.

She smiled smugly. “As long as you do what I say, I guarantee you’ll be living the good life.”

“Yes, Ms. Summers. I await your orders.”

Clark lowered his eyes, hiding the disgust flashing through them.

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He couldn’t afford to offend Mr. Luke–not if he wanted to keep paying for his sister’s treatment.

Once Sharon had tidied her clothes, she spoke calmly. “Have someone watch Natalie. The second she’s alone–grab her. I want her right hand destroyed. She’ll never pick up a pencil again.”

Clark’s face went visibly pale.

“Ms. Summers… maybe it’s better to hire someone else for this. Natalie knows me. She’ll recognize me.”

Sharon sneered. “Hire someone? Are you paying for it? You think Natalie deserves my money? That bitch deserves to be skinned alive. What, are you hesitating?”

She waved her phone at him.

Clark instantly froze, like she’d grabbed him by the throat. He couldn’t say a word.

But Sharon wasn’t done.

“If Jensen finds out about this, I’ve got a dozen ways to make him come after you. Don’t believe me? Try it.”

Cold sweat beaded on Clark’s forehead. His fists clenched, but he knew there was no room to argue.

“I understand, Ms. Summers.”

“Then go. Do what I said. And I expect results within days.”

“Yes.”

Clark left the hospital.

Baron was in excellent spirits after hearing that Natalie would personally design a pair of cufflinks for him. His mood had lightened so much, even his

they were smart enough to notice. If a good future meant Baron and

then, Baron received

happened. You need

said next made Baron’s expression

pressure rolled

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Everyone else, pack up–we’re returning

that, the room

silently left Baron’s side to fulfill

had no idea danger was

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and even asked Renee for a foreign

the immigration office called. There was a document that needed her signature in

for an expedited process, so she grabbed her bag and headed

immediately disguised himself as a taxi driver, hiding his

a ride, miss?” he asked, voice low and gravelly, standing by a

didn’t think twice and nodded,

“Immigration office, please.”

her head to

had just sent her a file—an additional contract for the Grant International Holdings training program. She was instructed to sign and fax it

unaware that the car had veered

she looked up from the document, the vehicle had come to a stop–deep in

exploded in her head. She reached for the door

locked

struggle. I’m not here to kill

was unnervingly

Still, Natalie recognized him.