When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 65 The Price of a Memory

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Baron suddenly let out a wicked laugh and countered, “Tell me, what do you think was her most precious possession back then?”

Jensen’s eyes darkened at once, a lethal tension instantly thickening in the air.

Though Baron still wore his lazy, nonchalant expression, the moment Jensen’s killing intent surged, his own gaze turned cold, the atmosphere between them charged with undisguised hostility.

It was like the crackle of gunpowder-ready to explode at any second.

The attendant instinctively took a step back, afraid of becoming collateral damage.

Jensen yanked his hands from the basin and took two steps toward Baron, each one radiating murderous energy.

Baron didn’t stop him.

After all, the ten minutes were up. The drug had already taken effect. For the next two months, he could guarantee that Jensen would suffer pain worse than death.

Jensen’s eyes brimmed with rage.

He saw the provocation in Baron’s gaze.

As a man, he wanted nothing more than to kill him with his bare hands, but he had to force down the fury rising in his throat.

Gritting his teeth, he asked, “Witch Doctor, everyone says you act with integrity. Since you accepted something from Natalie back then, there’s no reason you can’t tell me what it was, is there?”

“Don’t butter me up. Integrity depends on who I’m dealing with. But what Natalie gave up-yeah, it was precious. I still remember it clearly after all these years.”

“You bastard!”

Jensen could no longer restrain himself. He lunged forward with a punch aimed straight at Baron’s face.

narrowed slightly. In the next instant, the scalpel in his hand

almost alive as it sliced toward Jensen’s head with a

ducked just in

deep into the wall behind

drenched

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blade-Baron had thrown it

at him, eyes

his seat, voice icy. “You dare raise a hand in Hades Pharmacy?

twisted in

want to admit it, but he had

a man or as the ruler of Ocean City, he had

Natalie,” Jensen said, his mouth

he had bitten

blood could keep his rage

is a clinic, not a gossip booth. If you’re looking for information, go buy it from one of the stalls outside. Though… I heard your darling wife Sharon

Jensen was here

got her burned alive. True love like that shouldn’t go to waste,

did to Natalie. I’m not

Baron’s expression soured.

on this show of

For him?

Or for Natalie?

late-worth less than

Sharon

say something, a man in

Baron and whispered in his ear, “Witch

abruptly, eyes locked