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.

any more manipulations.

then turned to Christopher. Right,

by the sudden mention, Christopher bobbed his head in agreement.

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stern look cut

took her eyes off Jonathan, seized the moment to

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

she clearly meant Angela.

found where Jonathan’s bottom line. lay. Even when mentioning Angela

sharp as before, her determination remained

win over Jonathan, no matter what

more hurdles she faced, the more she was determined to make

unmoved by her attempts.

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

squeezed his

clenched her teeth and was ready to speak again when the door to the private room was abruptly

the waiter bringing in the

enter was still the restaurant manager, but this time,

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sweating profusely and much more nervous than

anxiety was that he had just discovered Florence’s true identity

but he hadn’t grasped just how crucial

Family, and definitely not Florence, who was

in check as he directed the waiters to serve the

swiftly placed on the table. “Please enjoy your meal, dear guests,” the manager said respectfully before

a glance at the manager before the door

when they had met outside.

get increasingly nervous with

couldn’t shake off the feeling that it might be

Jonathan during their first meeting, but now it

expression and asked in a concerned tone as he leaned in

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slowly. She gazed at Jonathan’s face, which was so near hers,

a straight nose, traits

suddenly so near, she struggled to

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

then did she

each other, but Jonathan leaned in close. to her ear and asked

melodious, like a