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.

slightly. In the next instant, the scalpel in his hand flew through the

as it sliced toward Jensen’s head with a piercing whistle, moving fast and with lethal

Jensen ducked just in

itself deep into the wall behind

drenched Jensen’s

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thrown it to

back at

dare raise a hand in Hades Pharmacy?

twisted in anger and

he had no choice-he had

as a man or as the ruler of Ocean City, he had no power

here today to ask about Natalie,” Jensen said, his mouth

realized he had bitten

and the tang of blood

responded coldly, “This 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 broke her arm. Isn’t that

hoped Jensen was

all, he’d once tormented Natalie so badly for Sharon’s sake-nearly got her burned alive. True love like that shouldn’t go to

It’s what she deserves for what she did to Natalie. I’m not here to get her treatment. If

Baron’s expression soured.

Jensen putting on this

For him?

Or for Natalie?

too late-worth less than

hoped Jensen and Sharon would never

something, a man in black entered

whispered in his ear, “Witch Doctor,

abruptly, eyes