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.

took note of it and didn’t try to

hum of the plane as it sliced through the sky,

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been forced to live at the very bottom of a ship’s hold, deprived of sunlight day

free of the sea, soaring through

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

a soft warmth flickered through

alive and safe, everything she’d

simply closed her

and mentally. Still, the thought of the

the plane was silent as it made its way back

Natalie’s group arrived first.

advance, asking

Ocean City, he personally went to

Natalie stepped off the plane, she saw Waylon and Flynn standing there, scanning the crowd with anxious

wave of warmth surged through

“Dad, Flynn–I’m back!”

out and ran toward Waylon like

and sound, his eyes

back. That’s all that

arms as she ran to him, a rush of indescribable emotion tightening his throat and stinging his

not for the mix–up over twenty years ago, Natalie

happy, carefree childhood like