He glanced inside at Baron. Baron's face was grim and looked somewhat intimidating. Natalie said calmly, "This is my husband." "Ah?" The security guard was momentarily stunned. Ms. Natalie’s husband? Then who was Mr. Jensen, who was living inside? Baron, however, was secretly delighted by Natalie's introduction. "That’s right. The Grand Pavilion is my wife’s property. In the future, don't let just anyone or any messy person in! Especially anyone surnamed Lu, got it?" The security guard immediately understood Baron’s meaning. "Oh, yes, sir. I didn’t know Ms. Natalie got married, that’s huge news. My apologies." "It's fine. You can come to our wedding later; I’ll send you an invitation." Baron’s cheerful demeanor was frankly a bit much for Natalie to watch. She understood the need to declare ownership. But was it necessary to be so meticulous, even with a security guard? Besides, she was planning to sell this property anyway, so how the security guard saw or thought about things didn’t seem that important, did it? However, seeing Baron so happy, Natalie didn’t want to say too much. Forget it. It’s good if it makes Baron happy.The security guard, seeing Natalie offer no objection, was ecstatic. "Thank you, Ms. Natalie’s husband!" This title made Baron’s smile involuntarily curve up again, and he couldn't suppress it. "Start the car, let’s go." Natalie finally had to speak up. Baron then started the car and drove in. "This guard is good. We really can give him an invitation when we get married." "We are already married." Natalie smiled and shook her head. Baron quickly said, "That was just registration, not a wedding. Once the matters here are settled, I’m going to give you a grand wedding and let the whole world know that you are my Baron’s wife." Natalie’s heart couldn’t help but flutter. A wedding. What young woman hasn't dreamed of one? It was just that the person she had expected it with before was Jensen, and that ended so disastrously that she stopped looking forward to a wedding. Now, hearing Baron talk about a wedding, a ripple stirred in Natalie’s heart again. "Whatever you like." She dared not hope too much, yet a subtle anticipation grew within her. Natalie felt like this state of mind was not good.Baron said nothing more, taking Natalie’s hand as they got out of the car. Following Natalie’s instructions, he opened the electronic door to the Grand Pavilion, but the moment they stepped inside, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Watch out!" Baron instantly pulled Natalie behind him, and the surgical knife from his sleeve flew out. They heard a muffled groan, the French window seemed to be quickly slid open, and a shadow leaped out. The sequence of actions was too fast—so fast that before Natalie could even react, she saw a pool of blood in front of the window that looked fresh. Baron was still uneasy. He immediately said to Natalie, "Call the security team and tell them to come over." "Okay." Natalie wondered if her psychological resilience and visual tolerance had been enhanced after the incident on the high seas; she was neither flustered nor afraid. It was also possible because Baron was right beside her. The security guards received Natalie’s call and rushed over without a word, as being able to attend a wedding for one of the owners here was not a privilege every guard would qualify for. "Ms. Natalie, what happened?" The security guard spoke as soon as he saw Natalie. Baron pulled Natalie into a safe position behind him and said in a low voice, "Someone broke into our villa. I acted in self-defense and think I injured them. You guys need to quickly go inside and check if anyone else is still here." Hearing this, the security guard’s expression became serious. "What? Someone actually broke in? Brothers, check everywhere quickly! We absolutely cannot let petty criminals challenge our authority."The others quickly started searching, centering their sweep around the living room. Baron used this time to ask Natalie for the location of the first aid kit. After finding the kit, he sat Natalie down on the sofa and immediately began applying medicine to her injury. Natalie was still nervous, her face somewhat pale. Seeing his actions, she quietly said, "My injury is nothing. We can go check with them." "Don’t move! The security guards are here, and you paid property management fees. Let them handle this." Baron was heartbroken over the redness and swelling on Natalie’s forehead. Damn it! If he found out who was chasing the woman named Natalie, causing her to run out and stop their car, which led to his Natalie’s injury, he would make that bastard pay! Baron's movements were exceedingly gentle, as if Natalie were a fragile doll.