Chapter 44
Chapter 44 The Battle for the Cufflinks
“Mr. Gunn, don’t worry. I’ll protect Ms. Summers with my life.”
“I don’t want your life. I only want her safe. If she gets hurt under my roof, then not only you-all of you-will answer for it.”
After saying that, Baron booked a ticket and drove straight to the airport.
The flight departed on time.
Once onboard, Baron pulled out the order form Natalie had given him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied it.
Several hours later, he landed in Ocean City and headed directly to Foster.
“Hello. I’m a client of Designer Sunny. I’m here to collect the cufflinks she designed for me.”
Baron handed over the order form.
Foster froze when he saw that it really was Sunny’s order.
“But… I already sent those cufflinks to Mr. Luke.”
Baron’s face darkened instantly.
“Did Sunny instruct you to hand them over to him?”
His voice was cold, carrying such an aura of menace that Foster shivered involuntarily.
“N-no, but all of Sunny’s designs have always been delivered to Luke Corp for Mr. Luke to sign for.”
“This was a personal commission. I came here with Sunny’s signed order, and you’re telling me they were sent to Jensen?”
Baron gave a cold laugh. He didn’t raise his voice, but Foster felt crushed by the pressure all the same.
“I-I’ll call Mr. Luke right now.”
Hands trembling, Foster dialed Jensen.
Jensen was at the hospital.
Sharon had just been wheeled out of surgery.
The doctor, faced with Jensen’s icy expression, broke into a nervous sweat.
“Mr. Luke, Ms. Summers’s cancer has spread. For now, she must avoid any emotional shocks. Please make sure she keeps calm.”
Jensen’s brow furrowed tightly.
“As long as she doesn’t throw herself in my way, I won’t bother her.”
The doctor blinked.
Something about his tone seemed… off.
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On the other end, Foster’s nervous voice came through.
“Mr. Luke, about those cufflinks-did you receive them? I’m sorry, but they were a personal commission for another client. That client is here right now to pick them up. Could you return them?”
“What did you just say?”
Jensen’s eyes went hard, the killing intent radiating from him filling the room.
He thought he must have misheard,
Those cufflinks-Natalie had designed them for him. How could they possibly belong to someone else?
But then he remembered her expression when she had drawn the designs, the subtle details. Follow current novᴇls on.net
Had she already given up on him back then?
Were the cufflinks never meant for him at all?
A sharp pain seized his chest.
“Where is the client?”
His voice was hoarse.
Foster answered quickly. “He’s here with me.”
“I’ll be right there. But I won’t hand the cufflinks over. Ask him how much he wants for them-I’ll buy them.”
These cufflinks were the last design Natalie had left behind.
There was no way he would give them up.
Baron’s cold laugh carried clearly over the line.
“I’m not selling. They were custom-made for me. Return what belongs to me, Mr. Luke.”
Even if Jensen’s touch had already tainted them, even if they felt soiled, they were still Natalie’s design for him. He would not part with them-not a single piece.
Jensen frowned. The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
“We’ll talk in person.”
“No need, Mr. Luke. I don’t want to meet you. If I did, I’m not sure I could stop myself…*
Stop myself from killing you.
The thought stayed locked inside Baron’s chest.
Every time he remembered Natalie’s body burned and scarred beyond recognition, rage consumed him. He wanted to tear Jensen apart with his bare hands.
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Baron’s voice came back low and deadly.
“Jensen, by sunset today, you’ll return my cufflinks. I’ll send you the address. If you don’t, you’ll pay the price.”
He hung up and left.
Jensen hadn’t been threatened like this since taking over Luke Corp and becoming Ocean City’s most powerful man.
Who was this stranger who dared speak to him that way?
“Foster. What did the client look like?”
Jensen’s tone was frigid.
He clutched the cufflinks so tightly that the pin jabbed into his finger, blood dripping down unnoticed.
This was Natalie’s last design. He would never let it go.
Foster stammered. “Mr. Luke, I don’t have the words. But he was… very handsome. Carried himself with a terrifying aura, all killing intent. He scared me so badly I didn’t dare look too closely at his face.”