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.

he wouldn’t tolerate any more manipulations.

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

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

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look cut him

eyes off Jonathan, seized

about it. But today,

you,‘ she clearly meant

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

though her words weren’t as sharp as before, her

was determined to win over Jonathan, no matter

hurdles she faced, the more she was determined

responded coldly, unmoved by her

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

squeezed

and was ready to speak again when

waiter bringing in the dishes.

person to enter was still the restaurant

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much more nervous than

for his anxiety was that he had just

hadn’t grasped just how crucial they were. Following Florence’s orders only amped up his nerves.

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

check as he directed the waiters to serve

the table. “Please enjoy your meal, dear guests,” the

stole a glance at the manager before the

they had met outside. He

typical for someone to get increasingly nervous with each encounter

feeling that it might be her imagination.

meeting, but now it seemed

and asked

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gazed at Jonathan’s face, which was so near hers, and felt

and a straight nose, traits

with him suddenly so near, she struggled to tear herself away from his intense gaze.

locked eyes with his deep, dark eyes,

away slightly, and only then did

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

voice was melodious, like a