When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 60 The Ambush in the Black Market

Chapter 60 The Ambush in the Black Market

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Security in the black market was strict. Every person who entered had to be searched for weapons or anything dangerous-the place’s safety was too sensitive.

After Jensen and Hansel were checked, Hansel pointed down a narrow street. “Mr. Luke, they say Miss Natalie’s ashes were seen inside a shop at the far end of this street.”

“Go! Take me there!”

The moment Jensen heard a lead on Natalie’s ashes, he strode off quickly toward the street.

But he hadn’t gone far when a burlap sack dropped from above, yanking tight around him.

Before he could react, a storm of fists and boots rained down, pounding him from every direction.

“Ah! Who-who’s hitting me?”

Jensen fought to break free, but every move only made the blows harsher.

At some point, the whole street had been cleared. Hansel was seized too, gagged and blindfolded, dragged away by force.

Baron’s eyes glinted coldly in the shadows.

He’d grown up in the slums, thrown into the streets while still a boy. By the time he was a teenager, he was running with gangs. He knew exactly where to hit a man so the pain cut deep without leaving permanent damage.

Truthfully, his first instinct was to end Jensen here and now with a single strike.

who left her for dead in the fire. Even killing him ten thousand times would never be enough to settle

to be dealt with by Natalie herself. Her own

that didn’t stop him from collecting some interest in

didn’t hold back. Each punch landed heavy, each kick sharp. Jensen cursed

Jensen had never been beaten like

me out and fight me one-on-one!” His

the sack.

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for someone as poised as Baron. But right

speaking, hoping to recognize the voice. But the

you dare give me your name?

got it all-playing both sides, milking Natalie’s designs for your fortune, while smiling and signing a marriage license with your crush. Sweet as honey. And when Natalie wasn’t useful anymore? You burned her alive, left her with

fury mounted with

must have been,

know. “Who are you? What’s your connection to Natalie? Are

Natalie’s ashes. And this man spoke

the sack, struggling with desperate

a moment, his strength even

eyes narrowed, then he drove

sounded. Jensen gave a low groan,

sack off, crouching over him. Jensen’s body was covered in bruises, blue and purple blotches everywhere. Finally, the sight was

gaze dropped to Jensen’s

in the light, was a pair of uniquely designed