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.”

sent a fresh wave of killing intent crashing through Baron, nearly suffocating in its

never touched his eyes. The red tear mole at the corner glowed like a drop of blood, sharp

who’s behind this! Leave none

“Yes, sir!”

kill surged so violently he felt like blowing the entire gym to

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his woman? They’d better be ready for him to tear them limb

limb.

now, he couldn’t

wife wanted to take her

fire in him refused to

a sandbag and pounded at it

time, Natalie

gym.

impact, rumbling like a beast’s growl against her eardrums. She shoved the door open; a wave

like a bowstring; sweat slid down the groove of his spine,

furious punches, the

black workout pants were soaked through, plastered to the taut lines of his thighs;

gaze locked onto the sharp

cords of his neck, rolled past his heaving chest, an lisappeared

whip–kick through the air, the crack against the sandbag reverberated through the room; she

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

fire and blood; each strike looked as if he were smashing Jensen into

against the floor

Natalie was stunned speechless.