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The moment Jensen beard the voice on the other end of the line, the pen in his hand snapped in two
What did you first say? Which hospital! F’m on my way!”
Phanom immediately gave him the name of the Central City Hospital.
Jensen’s heart raced.
Why had Natalie gone to the outskirts?
Who the hell had broken her hand?
Wits she… was she even okay?
His mind swirled with question after question as he rushed out, driving straight to the hospital.
By the time he arrived. Phantom was just walking through the emergency doors–Natalie cradled in her
arms.
The moment Jensen saw her, he staggered backward as if struck.
Even without a doctor’s report, he could tell-
Her hand was destroyed.
She’d never draw again.
It felt like needles stabbed into his chest.
“Find out who did this! I want their head!”
He stepped forward, took Natalie from Phantom’s arms, and immediately summoned the chief surgeon. Within minutes, she was rushed into the emergency room.
The red light above the door glowed.
Jensen stood outside, waiting–burning.
He glanced at Phantom, eyes ice cold. “How did you find her?”
His tone was sharp, filled with suspicion.
Phantom responded quickly. “I was planning a weekend trip out of the city. I went scouting for a good spot and just…. came across her by accident.”
Jensen didn’t believe her.
His stare deepened. “You’d better pray this has nothing to do with you. Or I’ll make you wish you were
dead.”
Just then, his phone rang.
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“Mr. Luke” one of his men reported, “a kid nearby was flying a drone when it happened. The whole thing was recorded I’m sending the footage now.”
The call ended. A video file arrived.
Jensen tapped it open.
And what he saw made his eyes burn red.
“Clark!”
He couldn’t believe it.
The man who had shattered Natalie’s hand… was his own bodyguard. His most trusted man.
His gaze turned to the emergency room door, glowing bright with urgency.
Without hesitation, he barked into the phone, “Bring Clark to the back courtyard–quietly.”
Phantom had seen the footage too.
So it was Jensen’s own man who’d done it?
She needed to contact Baron–immediately.
But his phone still wasn’t connecting.
What now?
She had failed in her one job: protect Ms. Summers.
She had no authority to mobilize Baron’s forces here. Right now, Jensen’s influence was her only lifeline for getting Natalie the care she needed.
Desperately, she tried calling other lines, but no one responded.
Meanwhile, in the back courtyard, Jensen stood like a storm waiting to break. Clark had been brought in, tightly bound.
Without a word, Jensen slammed his foot into Clark’s chest.
“You touched my woman? Are you out of your goddamn mind?! Do you know what Natalie means to me?!”
He grabbed Clark by the collar and punched him straight in the face.
Clark spat blood, barely registering the first blow before Jensen rained down another.
It felt like death.
And with his sister still in critical condition… Clark broke.
“Mr. Luke! I–I didn’t want to! Miss Sharon made me do it!”
Jensen froze, his fist hanging midair.
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Clark sobbed through bloody lips.
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“She tore her own clothes, took a photo of us together, said she’d tell you I assaulted her if I didn’t obey. I didn’t have a choice! She said she wanted to destroy Miss Natalie’s hand. If she couldn’t be Sunny, then Natalie couldn’t either! Please, Mr. Luke–I swear, I didn’t want this!”
Jensen’s fist crashed into Clark’s face again.
Clark choked on blood, but didn’t stop speaking.
“I… I couldn’t afford to lose this job. My sister’s in the ICU. She needs money to stay alive…”
He wept, slumped in the dirt, broken.
Jensen staggered backward, then collapsed to the ground, all his strength gone. The usual grace and composure of Ocean City’s king was nowhere to be found.
He sat there, dazed, hollow.
Finally, he whispered to his men, “Throw him in the basement. Make sure he doesn’t die.”
“Yes, sir.”
Clark, bloodied and limp, was dragged away.
Jensen sat alone, burning with fury.
His mind conjured Natalie–sitting at the window, sketching as sunlight poured across her, turning her gold.
An angel in her own world.
Then… the image of the cufflinks she designed for him surfaced.
And the weight of what had been lost slammed into him like a wave.
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