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.

it when I see it,” Florence scoffed, then

his head in agreement. “Yes, yes. Miss

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stern look cut him off

fully took her eyes off Jonathan,

Lawson, I’ll hand over the person to you myself, no doubt about it.

you,‘ she clearly

seemed to have found where Jonathan’s bottom line. lay. Even when mentioning Angela while speaking to him, she refrained from conveying any clear or overly negative subjective emotions.

as sharp as before, her determination

to win over Jonathan, no matter what obstacles

she faced, the more she was determined to make him hers.

unmoved by her attempts.

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

smiled and squeezed his hand

to speak again when the

was the waiter bringing

enter was still the restaurant

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profusely and much more nervous than

for his anxiety was that he had just discovered Florence’s true identity from her subordinates.

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

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

in check as he directed the waiters

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

stole a glance at the manager

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

nervous with each encounter with strangers

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

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

expression and asked in a concerned tone as he

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She gazed at Jonathan’s face, which was so near hers, and felt a bit dazed.

and a straight nose,

to tear herself away from his

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

and only then

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

voice was melodious, like a piece