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.

his warning that he wouldn’t tolerate any more manipulations. involving Christopher, she

it when I see it,” Florence scoffed, then turned to Christopher. Right, Christopher?

off guard by the sudden mention, Christopher bobbed his head in agreement. “Yes, yes. Miss Shelton is

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look cut him off abruptly.

took her eyes off Jonathan, seized the moment to

it. But today, I

‘only you,‘ she

line. lay. Even when mentioning Angela while speaking to him, she refrained from conveying any

words weren’t as sharp as before, her determination

determined to win over Jonathan, no

more she

he responded coldly, unmoved

and stern demeanor, he

squeezed his hand

was ready to speak again when the door to

bringing

the restaurant

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sweating profusely and much more nervous than before

had just discovered

a hunch that the people at this table were important, but he hadn’t grasped

especially those of the Shelton Family, and definitely not Florence, who was not just back but

as he

were swiftly placed on the table. “Please enjoy your meal, dear guests,” the

glance at the manager before the

about him from when they had met outside. He seemed even more

nervous

she couldn’t shake off the feeling

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

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

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which was so near hers,

and a straight nose,

to tear herself away

with his deep, dark eyes, she couldn’t ignore the fluttering in

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

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

melodious, like a piece of