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 manipulations. involving

then turned

the sudden mention, Christopher bobbed his head

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cut

Jonathan, seized the moment to speak her

to you myself, no doubt about it. But today, I want to have

she clearly meant

Jonathan’s bottom line. lay. Even when mentioning Angela while speaking to him, she refrained from conveying

sharp as before, her determination remained

to win over Jonathan, no matter what obstacles

more she

responded coldly, unmoved

knew that despite his calm and stern demeanor, he was actually tightly

squeezed his

ready to speak again when the door to the

the waiter bringing in the

first person to enter was still the restaurant manager, but this

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much more nervous than

for his anxiety was that he had just

a hunch that the people at this table were important, but he hadn’t grasped just how crucial they were. Following Florence’s orders only amped up his nerves.

not Florence, who was not

check as he directed

on the table. “Please enjoy your

stole a glance at the manager before

about him from when they had met outside.

nervous with each

off the feeling that it might be

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

and asked in a concerned tone as he leaned in closer.

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at Jonathan’s face, which

eyebrows, and a straight

with him suddenly so near, she struggled to

with his deep, dark eyes,

and only then did she

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

melodious, like a piece of