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.

lip, he 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 everywhere. I just…

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

“Of course.”

why did you

Natalie’s expression hardened completely.

Jensen’s voice faltered.

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understood what truly

at his collar; still feeling suffocated, he quickly

my mistake. I shouldn’t have married Sharon on our

“Oh?”

realized that once she had let go of all

seemed so dear now made

face, Jensen’s chest tightened in

me. 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 as my

you intended to marry Sharon. We could have ended things cleanly. But, Mr. Jensen, you never thought to

Natalie’s voice turned ice–cold.

no–that wasn’t it! I only thought that once Sharon passed, we’d get married

he reached for

up her coffee and

“Jensen, you’re disgusting.”

splashed across him, even seeping into his open mouth before