When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 168 Jensen Is Getting Pulverized Here

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There was no way something like this could stay hidden. The moment Sharon produced their marriage certificate, she would be branded the mistress–no questions asked. Jensen’s every move made it clear he was set on destroying her, and nothing short of her ruin would satisfy

him.

Natalie’s eyes turned icy; anger condensed inside her chest, rising bit by bit. No wonder Baron had been furious. The fact that he hadn’t cut Jensen down on the spot already showed remarkable restraint. So he went to the gym… was it because of me?

Because I insisted on taking revenge myself, he held back–even though it was eating him alive?

Her heart suddenly ached for Baron.

“Sweethearts, keep playing for a while. I’m going to check on your daddy.”

She didn’t even bother finishing with her hair; she set the dryer aside and ran straight for the

gym.

Meanwhile, Baron’s men had sent him a message.

“Mr. Baron, we spotted assassins at the airport. They seemed to be targeting Madam.”

Baron’s gaze sharpened, murderous intent flaring.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. They’ve been watching the exits. At first we thought they were after u, so we ran full scans–but found no traces aimed your way. Instead, they slipped in under the cover of Madam’s designer return; their target is clear.”

of killing intent crashing through Baron, nearly

red tear mole at the corner glowed like a

none of those assassins

“Yes, sir!”

surged so violently

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be ready for him

limb.

for now, he

her

murderous fire in

a sandbag and pounded at it like a man

time, Natalie reached

gym.

against her eardrums. She shoved the door open; a wave of hot, masculine scent

bronze muscles pulled taut like a bowstring; sweat slid down the groove of

sandbag groaned under his furious punches, the chain rattling with each bone–crushing

soaked through, plastered to the taut lines of his thighs; every savage side–kick made

locked onto the sharp cut

the cords of his neck, rolled past his heaving chest, an lisappeared into the ridges

a whip–kick through the air, the crack against

raw possession churned inside, barely caged within his body. The crimson tint

fire and blood; each strike looked as if he were

floor in a hot, relentless

Natalie was stunned speechless.