When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 175 Money Talks So Pay Up

The curve of Natalie’s lips deepened.

“Oh? So Mr. Jensen has been protecting me all along?”

“Of course!”

Jensen rushed to affirm it.

Natalie’s smile only grew brighter, though it never reached her eyes.

“Then if you cared about me so much, Mr. Jensen, why haven’t I received a single cent from all the profits my designs brought in over the past five years?”

“You lived in the Lanju apartment I bought for you. I covered all the household expenses, even hired cleaners to come on schedule. You didn’t need money.”

That one statement was enough to make the reporters behind her widen their disbelief. What kind of reasoning is that?

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Natalie’s smile sharpened. “Whether I need money or not is irrelevant. I put in the labor; I designed the products. I never signed an agreement with you—or with Luke Corp— authorizing their use. You profited off my work; shouldn’t some of that profit have gone to me?”

Jensen flushed at her words, shame creeping across his face.

muttered, “It’s not that I wouldn’t give you anything. We were going to get married eventually; what’s mine would be yours. If you needed money, no matter how much, I would’ve given it to you. You know Luke Corp only looked glamorous from the outside- inside, the company needed money

you would eventually marry me, the profi rom my designs would one day

“Of course.”

did you marry

Natalie’s expression hardened completely.

Jensen’s voice faltered.

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suddenly understood what truly mattered

tugged at his collar; still feeling suffocated, he quickly unbuttoned two more buttons

married Sharon on our fifth anniversary. But I had my

“Oh?”

she had let go of all feelings for him, the illusion surrounding him had

that once seemed so

no trace of emotion on her face, Jensen’s

The only woman I’ve ever loved is you. I married Sharon because she has cancer; she doesn’t have much time left. Her final wish was to die

said you intended to marry Sharon. We could have ended things cleanly. But, Mr. Jensen, you never thought to tell me about your marriage to her. So what was your plan? A wife in your arms while keeping me as

Natalie’s voice turned ice–cold.

thought that once Sharon passed, we’d

spoke, he reached for Natalie’s

instead picked up her coffee and threw it directly in his

“Jensen, you’re disgusting.”

seeping into his open mouth before