Chapter 65
Chapter 65 The Price of a Memory
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Baron suddenly let out a wicked laugh and countered, “Tell me, what do you think was her most precious possession back then?”
Jensen’s eyes darkened at once, a lethal tension instantly thickening in the air.
Though Baron still wore his lazy, nonchalant expression, the moment Jensen’s killing intent surged, his own gaze turned cold, the atmosphere between them charged with undisguised hostility.
It was like the crackle of gunpowder-ready to explode at any second.
The attendant instinctively took a step back, afraid of becoming collateral damage.
Jensen yanked his hands from the basin and took two steps toward Baron, each one radiating murderous energy.
Baron didn’t stop him.
After all, the ten minutes were up. The drug had already taken effect. For the next two months, he could guarantee that Jensen would suffer pain worse than death.
Jensen’s eyes brimmed with rage.
He saw the provocation in Baron’s gaze.
As a man, he wanted nothing more than to kill him with his bare hands, but he had to force down the fury rising in his throat.
Gritting his teeth, he asked, “Witch Doctor, everyone says you act with integrity. Since you accepted something from Natalie back then, there’s no reason you can’t tell me what it was, is there?”
“Don’t butter me up. Integrity depends on who I’m dealing with. But what Natalie gave up-yeah, it was precious. I still remember it clearly after all these years.”
“You bastard!”
Jensen could no longer restrain himself. He lunged forward with a punch aimed straight at Baron’s face.
Baron’s eyes narrowed slightly. In the next instant, the scalpel in his hand flew through the air.
The cold, gleaming blade seemed almost alive as it sliced toward Jensen’s head with a piercing whistle, moving fast and with lethal force.
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The scalpel grazed his scalp and embedded itself deep into the wall behind him with a violent clang.
Cold sweat drenched Jensen’s back.
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That blade-Baron had thrown it to kill.
Jensen looked back at him, eyes burning.
Baron rose from his seat, voice icy. “You dare raise a hand in Hades Pharmacy? Jensen, have you thought about how you plan to leave the black market alive?”
Jensen’s expression twisted in anger and frustration.
He didn’t want to admit it, but he had no choice-he had lost this round.
Whether as a man or as the ruler of Ocean City, he had no power at all against the Witch Doctor.
“I came here today to ask about Natalie,” Jensen said, his mouth tasting of iron.
He realized he had bitten through his lip.
Only pain and the tang of blood could keep his rage from consuming him.
But Baron responded coldly, “This is a clinic, not a gossip booth. If you’re looking for information, go buy it from one of the stalls outside. Though… I heard your darling wife Sharon broke her arm. Isn’t that why you came today?”
Baron hoped Jensen was here for Sharon.
After all, he’d once tormented Natalie so badly for Sharon’s sake-nearly got her burned alive. True love like that shouldn’t go to waste, right?
But Jensen simply replied, “She brought that on herself. It’s what she deserves for what she did to Natalie. I’m not here to get her treatment. If you can’t give me the information I need, I won’t waste your time.”
Baron’s expression soured.
Who was Jensen putting on this show of devotion for?
For him?
Or for Natalie?
Too little, too late-worth less than dirt.
He hoped Jensen and Sharon would never get divorced.
Just as he was about to say something, a man in black entered the clinic.
He walked straight up to Baron and whispered in his ear, “Witch Doctor, Ms. Summers is in trouble.”
Jensen turned abruptly, eyes locked on Baron.
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“What did he just say? Who’s in trouble?”
The bodyguard seemed to notice Jensen only now and frowned slightly.
Baron’s icy glare swept over him, making the man feel as if he’d just walked through a freezer.
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The guard immediately clarified, “Ms. Sarah. Ms. Sarah’s surgery site got infected. Her condition isn’t good.”
As soon as he said it, Baron’s glare deepened.
“Leaking a patient’s information. That’s a punishable offense. Go downstairs and take your punishment.”
“Yes, sir.”
The guard flinched but quickly exited the room.
Jensen’s brows furrowed tightly.
Was it really Ms. Sarah?
Why had he just heard “Ms. Summers” so clearly?
But looking at Baron’s calm expression-and the way the bodyguard had cowered-it didn’t seem like a setup.
Maybe he was just so consumed with thoughts of Natalie that he was starting to hallucinate.
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