Natalie read Jensen’s private message on Twitter, her eyes growing colder by the second. “Mr. Jensen truly has a short memory. Coincidentally, several of my works have been released by your company without my consent, profiting off me while I, the creator, have had no say. Don’t you think it’s time we had a conversation? Why don’t you pick a time and place, and we’ll talk in person?” Her words instantly lit Jensen up with excitement. “Fine, you set the time and place.” “Whatever suits you, Mr. Jensen.” “Two o’clock this afternoon, Cloud Cafe.” “Good.” Natalie logged off immediately after. If she was going to return for revenge, then she had to face Jensen properly. Natalie snapped a screenshot of the time and location, then sent it straight to Sharon. Sharon was in her hospital ward, eyes boring holes into her phone screen as she scrolled through Twitter. Natalie was still alive—alive enough to respond to the online chatter. Those useless fools! Her grip on the phone tightened until several of her freshly manicured nails snapped, but she had no time to care. Then came Natalie’s screenshot. The image hit her like a brutal slap across the face. “What a bastard!”Fury boiled over; she wanted to smash something, only to realize the ward was bare of anything she could break. “Where’s Dr. Johnson? I want Dr. Johnson!” Her voice cracked with helpless rage. The nurse quickly reported the outburst to Johnson. His brow furrowed deeply, his face dark. “I understand. Go calm her down; I’ll be there shortly.” Once alone in his office, he locked the door, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number. “Boss, Sharon is spiraling. I can’t stay in Ocean City any longer—get me out of the country. My wife and kids are already abroad. I’ve done all I can here.” “Mm. I’ll arrange it.” The voice on the other end was mechanical, clearly disguised by a voice changer. Relief swept through Dr. Johnson. “Alright, boss. I’ll wait for your word.” He hung up, exhaled sharply, then headed for Sharon’s ward. The moment he stepped in, Sharon hurled a pillow at him. “Are you completely useless? You can’t even deal with someone as weak as Natalie?” Disgust flashed in Johnson’s eyes. He dodged the pillow easily and said coldly, “Sharon, rein in that spoiled-princess attitude. I’m not your servant.” “Natalie’s about to meet with Jensen. What do you plan to do about that?” She shoved the screenshot in his face. His brow creased slightly. Sharon saw his reaction and pressed on, her voice dripping with menace. “If they meet, our little scheme about the fake cancer won’t stay buried. Do you really think you’ll walk away unscathed? With Jensen’s methods, forget about warning your backers to leave—whether you yourself get out alive will be the bigger question. Johnson, you and I are tied together now; don’t think you can cut me loose and run abroad alone.” His stomach dropped. The boss' arrangement would take time, and if Natalie revealed anything to Jensen in the meantime, he really could end up in danger. The flicker of panic in his eyes told Sharon she’d struck the mark. She sneered. “You’d better think carefully. I may have tricked Jensen, but I did save his life five years ago. No matter how much he hates me for faking cancer to marry him, he won’t kill me. At most, I’ll claim I only did it because I loved him too much. But you? Won’t he vent all his fury on you instead?” All color drained from Johnson’s face. “Ms. Sharon, you can’t throw me under the bus like this. You’re the one who said—” “What I said back then doesn’t matter. What matters now is this, the cancer diagnosis came from you. You ran every one of those checkups, didn’t you?” Her words sent his nerves into overdrive. “What exactly do you want from me? I can’t do anything right now. Since Natalie returned, no one knows where she is. Even reporters can’t find her. I’m just a doctor—what power do you think I have to stop them from meeting?” Rage simmered inside him. If he’d known working with Sharon would cause this many headaches, he never would have agreed in the first place. Sharon, seeing his frustration, finally let out a breath of relief. She smiled. “You’ll find a way, Johnson. And this chance—it’s yours alone to take.”