Chapter 177 No Rest For Revolver

He paused the video on the exact moment Natalie said, “Don’t let my man get the wrong idea,” and set it to loop; the corner of his mouth curved upward.

His wife, Baron thought, was nothing short of dazzling.

Still, he’d have to tell Waylon later–the Stone family’s bodyguards were obedient enough, but their reflexes left much to be desired. If he hadn’t slipped his own men into their ranks to block the reporters in time, those vultures would have rushed in, cameras flashing, and ruined the rhythm Natalie had carefully set, Jensen admitting, in front of everyone, that he had taken advantage of Ms. Sunny for five years without giving anything back.

The fragile white flower of yesterday had transformed into this sharp, striking woman; Baron’s heart ached with fierce tenderness.

“Revolver!”

Baron called in the head of Grant International Holdings‘ Ocean City branch, its local president, Revolver.

“Mr. Baron.”

Revolver entered with deference, standing respectfully before him.

Baron tossed the quarterly report across the desk.

“You’ll keep running things here. I trust your ability and loyalty completely. I’m leaving.”

Revolver frowned.

“Mr. Baron, since you’ve come all this way, at least take a look at your own holdings. The workload has become overwhelming; I haven’t had a single day of rest in weeks, I—”

“Ah, come on. You’re alone; what do you need rest for? Not like me—I have to get nome and cook dinner for my wife and kids.”


“What?”

Revolver froze.

didn’t care what he thought; all he wanted was to

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been breathtaking in that mask earlier–stunning,

winding around her wrist had stirred in him a strange urge

quickly, make dinner, serve her well; once she was satisfied, it would be her turn

bubbling in his chest and heat coursing through

stop when they passed a

and quickly asked, “Miss, do you have

head back. You

had thought of the two children at

could ignore such things. But


already four years old, and she had never bought them a single toy, never chosen a

knew Baron would never let them go without, but she wanted–needed–to

the car and

I’ll park. Wait for me here

“Alright.”

Natalie didn’t object.

toward

fell on a children’s clothing boutique not far

little princess dress in the window was impossibly cute,

thought of

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softened, and she walked to

get that dress


the door open, her voice rising

turned

Her eyes flew wide.

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