Chapter 46
Chapter 46 The Trap
“Mom, I hated Natalie so much back then. You don’t even know-she turned out to be Designer Sunny! As long as she was around, Jensen had to rely on her to keep Luke Corp thriving. I couldn’t stand her having any more contact with him.”
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Just mentioning it made Sharon’s whole body shake with rage.
She had thought Sunny belonged to Jensen, and had wanted to take on that name to add weight to her own reputation. Who could’ve guessed that Sunny was really Natalie, that wretched woman?
Natalie had only reached that level because she had stolen Sharon’s rightful eighteen years. Now Sharon was only taking back what was hers-what was so wrong about that?
Jensen had even agreed, had even planned to publicly declare her as Sunny. But Natalie had ruined it all.
Even though Jensen had used his connections to suppress the scandal and the fiasco at the press conference, Sharon still couldn’t swallow the humiliation.
“Mom, if you hadn’t mixed us up eighteen years ago, then all of Natalie’s accomplishments would’ve been mine!”
She shoved Mrs. Summers angrily, almost knocking her over.
But when Mrs. Summers saw the hatred blazing in her daughter’s eyes, guilt flickered across her face.
“Sharon, I didn’t know there had been a mix-up back then! You’re right-without the Summers family’s support, Natalie would never have become Sunny. But my dear, if you wanted that title, we could have planned it carefully. There was no need to kill her. If she had to die, it should’ve been quietly, with everyone believing she’d run off with some man. That would’ve been the perfect outcome.”
Sharon waved her off irritably. “Well, she’s already dead, so what’s the point of saying this now? What you should be doing is helping me win Jensen back. Ever since Natalie died, he’s been treating me terribly. Even now, lying here like this, he hasn’t come to see me once.”
Mrs. Summers frowned with concern.
On her way here she had overheard her husband saying Luke Corp had just withdrawn its cooperation with the Summers family.
Mr. Summers had already rushed off to Luke Corp to ask why. If Jensen no longer cared for Sharon, then their whole family could be ruined.
“Sharon, listen to me,” Mrs. Summers said quickly. “Natalie’s death must have hit Jensen hard. They were together five years-he can’t just erase that. For now, you need to hold back, endure a little. Try to sleep with him. If you can get pregnant with his child, then your position as Mrs. Luke will be secure.”
She sighed and went on, “Even if Jensen still feels for Natalie, she’s dead. A dead woman can’t compete with a man’s own blood. Besides, if Luke Corp really has withdrawn cooperation with our family, that’s a very bad sign. Sharon, you must hold onto Jensen no matter what.”
Sharon froze.
“Jensen canceled cooperation with our family?”
“Yes. Your father’s already gone to Luke Corp, but we don’t know if he’ll even be able to see Jensen. That’s why you have to do your
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Sharon frowned.
“Mom, the nurse told me Jensen came when I was in the emergency room. He even spoke with the doctor about my condition. That means he still cares about me. Here’s what we’ll do-go home for now. I’ll stage another scene to draw Jensen over, and then I’ll make sure things happen between us. It just so happens I’m ovulating these two days.”
Mrs. Summers brightened at that, nodding with a smile.
“Good. I believe in you. Tell me what you need.”
“I know. Now go-I need to think.”
Sharon waved her off, sending her mother away.
Baron, who had heard everything from the hallway, turned and went straight to the nurses’ station.
It was empty.
He grabbed a syringe and a vial of tranquilizer from the pharmacy, then wheeled a cart down to Sharon’s room.
Inside, Sharon thought her mother had come back. She was already annoyed.
“What is it now?”
“Injection.”
Baron’s voice was calm.
Sharon blinked. This update is available on.net
“Who are you? Where’s Dr. Johnson?”
She had only been pretending to be sick. What injection?
But Baron, dressed in a doctor’s coat and moving with such casual confidence, looked perfectly legitimate-just someone who’d walked into the wrong room.
Sharon frowned irritably. “You must have the wrong room. I don’t need an injection! Get out!”
She only ever played the sweet, gentle patient in front of Jensen. When she was in a bad mood, she had no patience for anyone- not even her own mother.
Baron only smirked, filled the syringe with the tranquilizer, flicked out the air, and stepped toward her.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said you’ve got the wrong room! Get out!”
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