Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self by Fleur Delacour

Chapter 417 Dishes Tampered

“You’re curious, huh? Well, some things are just meant for Mr. Lawson’s ears.” Florence sighed, her disappointment evident.

Angela’s brow furrowed slightly as she calmly studied Florence’s expression.

“If there are matters you can’t spill in public, let’s focus on what we can share,” Angela suggested coolly while locking eyes with her. She then casually glanced over at Christopher, who was sitting quietly beside Florence, and added, “Once we’re done, it’s time to return him to us.”

Christopher remained a silent figure in the background and did not react when he was being mentioned.

Florence’s frown deepened, and frustration bubbled up inside her.

She hadn’t expected Angela’s sharp tongue to nearly leave her speechless.

But when the latter noticed Florence’s lack of response, she quickly asked, “You wouldn’t go back on your word, would you, Miss Shelton?”

Florence blurted out, “Of course not! I keep my promises.”

Her mood soured even more, and because she was talking to Angela, even the smile that had been on her face disappeared.

Angela fixed her gaze on Florence, her eyes probing and her expression indifferent.

Under her scrutinizing gaze, Florence felt uneasy and angered.

“What’s with the stare–down? You doubt my word?” She shot Angela a defiant look while hoping to shift the focus away from herself.

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Her tone was authoritative, but the guilt flickering in her eye: betrayed her lack of confidence. It was as if she was overcompensating or trying too hard to assert her dominance.

“Just wondering if you’ll honor your words,” Angela replied calmly as she took her time to assess the situation. “It doesn’t seem like you are planning to cut me loose, are you?”

At that moment, Angela emanated an air of assurance, and Florence couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu, as if she were facing Jonathan himself.

Florence blinked, trying to brush off the sensation as mere trickery of the mind, all the while pondering Angela’s words.

True enough, releasing Christopher wasn’t on her agenda. Her deal with Jonathan was just a ploy to ease his hostility toward her.

Even if she eventually set him free, it would be merely for show. She would still have someone keeping him under close watch, just in case.

After all, where there was a spark, there was usually a blaze.

Florence pulled off meeting Jonathan this time by using Christopher’s influence as her ticket in. Even if Jonathan shut her out later, she had another card to play.

wouldn’t tolerate any more

it,” Florence scoffed, then

mention, Christopher bobbed his head in agreement. “Yes, yes. Miss

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look cut him off

her eyes off Jonathan, seized the moment to speak

hand over the person to you myself, no doubt about it. But today, I want to have a chat with you, and only

by ‘only you,‘ she clearly meant Angela.

this moment, she seemed to have found where Jonathan’s bottom line. lay. Even when mentioning Angela while speaking to him,

her words weren’t as sharp as

win over Jonathan, no

the more she was determined to make

responded coldly, unmoved

that despite his calm and stern demeanor, he was actually tightly holding her hand

squeezed his hand back.

and was ready to speak again when

bringing

the restaurant manager, but this time, he

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profusely and much more nervous

that he had just discovered Florence’s true identity from

hadn’t grasped just how crucial they were. Following Florence’s

to offend anyone, especially those of the Shelton Family, and definitely not Florence, who was not just back but also poised to take over the Shelton Family’s

his nerves in check as he directed the waiters

watering delicacies were swiftly placed on the table. “Please enjoy your meal,

a glance at the manager before the

when they had met outside. He seemed

to get increasingly nervous with each encounter

couldn’t shake off the feeling that it might be her imagination.

been courteous to Jonathan during their first meeting, but now it seemed like his attention

mind?” Jonathan noticed her contemplative expression and asked in a concerned tone as

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face, which

a straight nose, traits

near, she struggled to tear herself away from his

eyes with his deep, dark eyes, she couldn’t ignore

to glance away slightly, and only then did she start to feel a bit

leaned in close. to her ear and asked once more, “What’s on your mind? Why do you seem so

melodious, like a piece of