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.

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

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

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cut him

Jonathan, seized

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

you,‘ she clearly

Even when mentioning Angela while speaking to him, she refrained

weren’t as sharp as before, her

to win over Jonathan,

faced, the more she was determined to make him

coldly, unmoved

Angela knew that despite his calm and stern demeanor, he

squeezed

speak again when the door to the private

the waiter bringing in the

was still the restaurant manager, but this time,

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sweating profusely and much more

had just

hunch that the people at this table were important, but he hadn’t grasped just how crucial they were. Following Florence’s

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

manager kept his nerves in check as he directed the waiters to serve

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

a glance at the manager before the

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

to get increasingly nervous with each encounter with

the feeling that it might be her

manager had been courteous to Jonathan during their first meeting, but

expression and asked in a concerned tone

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gazed at Jonathan’s face, which was so

beautiful eyebrows, and a straight nose,

near, she struggled to tear herself away from

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

only then did she

close. to her ear and asked once more, “What’s on your

melodious, like a piece of