When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 443 Don’t Cry on the Jet

Chapter 443 Don’t Cry on the Jet

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What none of them knew was that talent often came down to genetics; Baron’s skill had long been hidden–not out of modesty, but for his own protection.

Now, if he wanted to investigate James quietly, he had no choice but to get online himself. It didn’t take long before he managed to pull up some information on James; yet as he skimmed through the brief report, Baron’s brows furrowed,

The information was pitifully scarce. Aside from some useless filler, there was practically nothing of value.

Someone better than me? James’s file was clearly encrypted.

Baron knew there were only a handful of people in the world whose hacking skills surpassed his; the fact that even he couldn’t break this meant that whoever stood behind James had real power. But weren’t James and Beth supposed to come from a small, obscure place? Why would James’s records be encrypted? And Beth–could her background be just as unusual?

Thinking of the relentless assassins chasing Beth, Baron’s eyes darkened. Looks like Beth is the bey to breaking this whole thing open.

Jensen, meanwhile, had no idea how special Beth and the others truly were. Because of the drugs in his system, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Beth, however, stayed on edge. Hansel had people bring food and drinks for them, but she didn’t touch any of it.

Clara, on the other hand, ate a little.

“Ms. Beth, don’t worry. Everything’s fine; there’s nothing wrong with it.”

She’d been with the organization for years and could easily recognize the signs of poison or sedatives.

But even with her reassurance, Beth still refused.

Clara could tell Beth was hungry and thirsty–her lips were dry, her stomach probably twisting with emptiness–yet she had the willpower to resist; that kind of restraint wasn’t something ordinary people possessed.

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as it sliced through the sky,

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at the very

of the sea,

this white; the air outside this fresh, this free. If not for the chaos of their escape,

her sleeping son, a soft warmth flickered

long as her boy was alive and safe, everything she’d done was

her; she simply closed her

physically and mentally. Still, the thought of the generous reward Baron would give her afterward filled Clara

was silent as it

Natalie’s group arrived first.

in advance, asking him to

Payne learned that Natalie had returned to Ocean City, he personally

plane, she saw Waylon and Flynn standing there, scanning the crowd with

warmth surged

“Dad, Flynn–I’m back!”

ran toward Waylon like a

saw his daughter safe and sound, his eyes

back.

rush of indescribable emotion tightening

over twenty years ago,

happy, carefree childhood like Susie; she