When She Rose From the Ashes

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.

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

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in that mask

her wrist had stirred in him a strange urge to press his lips to

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

joy bubbling in his chest and heat coursing through

the driver stop when they passed

assumed she needed something and quickly asked, “Miss, do you have further

head back. You come with

thought of the two children

when she hadn’t known they existed, she could ignore such things. But now that she knew, she

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

Baron would never let them go without, but she

step out of the car and quickly waved the

I’ll park. Wait for

“Alright.”

Natalie didn’t object.

drove off toward the underground parking

fell on a children’s clothing boutique

dress in the window was impossibly cute, impossibly

thought of Susie’s

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and she walked to the

can I get that dress in a size

pushed the door open, her voice rising

then, Quincy, startled by the sound, turned her head–and her

Her eyes flew wide.