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 Christopher, she

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

the sudden 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 her mind.

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

she clearly meant Angela.

bottom line. lay. Even when mentioning Angela while speaking to him, she refrained from conveying any clear or overly negative subjective emotions.

sharp as before, her determination remained unwavering.

win over Jonathan, no matter what

faced, the more she was determined to

responded coldly, unmoved by her

and stern demeanor, he

and squeezed his hand

and was ready to speak again when the door to the private room

the waiter bringing

enter was still the

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profusely and much more

his anxiety was that he had just discovered

he hadn’t grasped

afford to offend anyone, especially those of the Shelton Family, and definitely not Florence, who was not just

his nerves in check as he directed

plate of mouth watering delicacies were swiftly placed on the table. “Please enjoy your meal, dear guests,” the

glance at the manager before

when they had met outside. He seemed even more on edge now.

not typical for someone to get increasingly nervous with each encounter with strangers or

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

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

and asked in a concerned tone as he leaned

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Jonathan’s face, which was so near hers, and

eyebrows, and a straight nose, traits

near, she struggled to tear herself away from his intense gaze.

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

away slightly, and only then did she

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

voice was melodious, like a piece of