When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179 Nice Try With The Powder

“Who called this in?”

The officers glanced over the scene, brows knitting tightly.

“What happened to the woman on the ground?”

“Officer, this lady suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed. The woman beside her is her servant, yet instead of calling for an ambulance right away, she tried to frame me, claiming I poisoned her. That’s why I called the police–and an ambulance. I imagine it should be here any minute.”

Natalie spoke clearly and logically, beating Lucy to the punch.

At that moment, the ambulance pulled up with a wail of sirens.

Following protocol, they prioritized saving lives; Quincy was lifted onto a stretcher and rushed

away.

Chris hurried over to Natalie.

“Miss, what happened?”

“Nothing.”

Natalie’s tone was light, dismissive.

Some officers followed the ambulance to the hospital, while Lucy and Natalie were kept

behind.

The police pulled footage from the boutique’s cameras. The angle was perfect–Natalie had entered facing the lens directly, every movement captured with absolute clarity, down to the smallest detail.

From the moment she stepped inside to the moment Quincy spoke to her, there had always been a person’s distance between them.

Even when Quincy stepped closer, mistaking her for someone else, Natalie had instinctively shifted back, maintaining a safe space.

With that distance, neither Natalie nor Quincy could have done anything discreet; every gesture would have been visible.

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The footage showed plainly that there had been no physical contact between them.

When Lucy saw the video, her face drained of color.

She had never considered the possibility of such a sharp camera angle.

Could it be that this woman had been on guard from the very moment she walked in?

The thought chilled her.

“Who are you?” Her voice trembled.

Natalie let out a cold laugh. “You’re not qualified to know.”

The steely look in her eyes, the force in her bearing–this was nothing like the Natalie raised by the Summers family.

Chris stepped forward, his voice edged with lethal intent. “Who gave you the courage to frame our Miss?”

Lucy’s legs nearly buckled.

“Miss? Whose… whose miss are you?”

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Natalie didn’t even spare her a glance this time.

She turned instead to the officers. “Officer, I walked in here to buy clothes and was slandered. I demand a reasonable explanation from this woman.”

“No–I didn’t slander you! It has to be you. Otherwise why would Madam, perfectly fine while shopping, suddenly collapse from poisoning after seeing you?”

Lucy blurted frantically, “Officer, I suspect she’s carrying poison powder on her!”

It was the stuff Sharon had bought off the black market.

In food, the powder dissolved without color or taste; but brushed against clothing or skin, it left black stains behind.

Lucy’s eyes darted to the dark marks on Natalie’s sleeve, and triumph curled across her lips.

“Officer, look at her sleeve! That’s definitely poison powder!”

She thought she had found irrefutable proof, and pointed at Natalie’s cuff with a feverish excitement.

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“Fool.”

Natalie sneered, not even bothering to argue.

But the officers exchanged glances; with a silent signal, one of them stepped forward and seized Lucy instead.

“What are you doing? You’ve got the

wrong person!”

Lucy froze, stunned.

Natalie didn’t even feel the urge to defend herself.

Chris, with a trace of mercy, spoke up.

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