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.

hearing that Natalie would personally design a pair of cufflinks for him. His mood had lightened

notice. If a good future meant Baron and

Baron received

happened. You need to return

next made Baron’s expression

pressure rolled off him,

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watch over Natalie. Everyone else, pack up–we’re returning to

the room kicked into

left Baron’s side to fulfill the

idea danger was

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Renee for a foreign address to ship her things ahead of her

There was a document that

had already planned to push for an expedited process, so she grabbed her bag and

saw her leave and immediately disguised himself as a taxi driver, hiding his

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

twice and nodded,

“Immigration office, please.”

lowered her head to

file—an additional contract for the Grant International Holdings training program. She was instructed to sign and fax it back

focused, unaware that the car had veered

the document, the vehicle had come

exploded in her head. She reached for the door

locked it

here to

voice was

Still, Natalie recognized him.