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.

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

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that mask earlier–stunning, almost

had stirred in him a strange urge to press

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

his chest and heat coursing through his veins, Baron strode out of

driver stop when

and quickly asked,

back. You

the two children

she could ignore such things. But now that she knew, she had

were already four years old, and she had never bought them

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

the car and quickly waved the others off,

park. Wait for

“Alright.”

Natalie didn’t object.

toward the underground

eyes fell on a children’s clothing boutique not

in the window was impossibly cute, impossibly

immediately thought of Susie’s

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softened, and she walked

can I get that dress in a size

pushed the door open, her voice rising

startled by the sound, turned her head–and her gaze locked

Her eyes flew wide.