Chapter 177: Tears, lies, And a Heart of Fire Novel
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 .
Cook dinner ? What kind of thing was Mr. Baron saying ? Baron didn't care what he thought ; all he wanted was to hurry back . 1/4 Natalie had been breathtaking in that mask earlier - stunning , almost sinfully alluring . And the serpent tattoo winding around her wrist had stirred in him a strange urge to press his lips to it . He needed to get back quickly , make dinner , serve her well ; once she was satisfied , it would be her turn to take care of him . With joy bubbling in his chest and heat coursing through his veins , Baron strode out of Grant International Holdings .
Meanwhile , Natalie had the driver stop when they passed a shopping mall . Chris assumed she needed something and quickly asked , " Miss , do you have further instructions ? " " Have the others head back . You come with me to the mall ." Natalie had thought of the two children at home . Before , when she hadn't known they existed , she could ignore such things . But now that she knew , she had to be a good mother . The twins were already four years old , and she had never bought them a single toy , never chosen a single outfit .
She knew Baron would never let them go without , but she wanted - needed - to buy something for them herself . Chris saw her step out of the car and quickly waved the others off , keeping only his vehicle . " Miss , I'll park . Wait for me here a moment ." " Alright ." Natalie didn't object . Chris drove off toward the underground parking lot . Natalie's eyes fell on a children's clothing boutique not far away . The little princess dress in the window was impossibly cute , impossibly pretty . She immediately thought of Susie's round , cherubic face .
2/4 Her expression softened , and she walked to the shopfront . " Excuse me , can I get that dress in a size 120 ? " She pushed the door open , her voice rising slightly . Just then , Quincy , startled by the sound , turned her head - and her gaze locked with Natalie's . Her eyes flew wide . " Natalie ? Is that you ? " Quincy hurried over , only to see up close that the woman merely bore a striking resemblance . Her features were similar , but her beauty carried a sharp , untouchable edge - something the old Natalie had never possessed .
" I'm sorry , I mistook you for someone else ." Quincy apologized quickly , though her eyes couldn't tear themselves away . She suddenly missed Natalie desperately . Back when she hadn't known Natalie wasn't her biological daughter , they used to shop together often . Natalie had been so dutiful , always making sure she had water when she grew tired , trailing patiently by her side all morning with no complaint . But after Sharon returned , Quincy never again felt the joy of strolling with a daughter .
Sharon only ever complained that she walked too slowly , that her taste was awful ; beyond asking her for money , Sharon had no interest in accompanying her anywhere , let alone buying her anything . Before , Quincy hadn't thought much of it . But in recent days , she found herself missing those moments with Natalie more and more . Now , seeing this woman who looked so much like her , Quincy's eyes welled up . " So much alike - so much ! But she isn't my Natalie . My Natalie died long ago in that fire . " Her voice rambled , disoriented , her spirit drifting .
Beside her , the housekeeper , Lucy , quickly supported her . 3/4 " Madam , you must be tired from shopping and mistaken her for someone else . Why don't we head home ? "