Chapter 18

Yvette couldn’t believe that Jonathan wanted to see Rosalie.

As a member of the Hamilton family, she naturally understood that Jonathan didn’t care much about Melanie and chose her just because she was suitable to become the lady of the Youngblood family.

Back at Melanie’s funeral, he had worn an indifferent facade, as though Melanie’s life and death were inconsequential to

him.

Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would take to stir the emotions of this man.

Now, she saw the trace of anger on his handsome face, which was a sight that she had never seen before.

And it was because of Rosalie, the woman who was as insignificant as an ant

She turned to look at Zachary beside her, only to see the same incredulity in his eyes.

At this moment, Carlos, who was standing beside Jonathan, quickly responded, “Yes” His heart trembled at the thought of Jonathan being angry,

Anyone who had seen Jonathan lose his temper once would never want to witness it again.

However, in the next moment, Jonathan’s voice rang out again, “Forget about it, you go downstairs and deal with it. It’s too noisy!”

Carlos responded once again and hurriedly left.

Rosalie felt as though she had just heard Jon’s voice, but Jon’s voice was always gentle and never carried that hint of anger before.

Jon… Oh, Jon. Her mind flashed with the memory of that icy yet angelic beautiful face.

She wondered if Jon would mourn for her if she died.

Just as Rosalie felt like she was about to pass out from suffocation, suddenly, the pressure around her neck eased. She collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath and inhaling fresh air in big gulps.

William was now subdued by two securities in club uniforms and was pinned down to the ground. They were surrounded by a lot of security.

Moments ago, William had paid little attention when he heard Jonathan’s reprimand. He didn’t expect that the person who had raised the voice was the all-powerful Jonathan of Strico.

At the same time, a high-ranking manager from the club hurried over.

“Mr. Warner, what on earth do you think you’re doing? Release me immediately!” William demanded. His family was one of the shareholders of the club, so he was considered one of the owners, which explained his arrogant behavior at the place.

he walked directly to Rosalie and said respectfully, “Miss, you can

now.”

dumbfounded, especially William.

is

order. Mr. Youngblood

spine. In Strico, such a name could

been Mr. Youngblood who issued that reprimand carlier?” he couldn’t help

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Chapter 18

was the one who killed Mr.

no

the person who had just saved

felt like a cruel twist

hastily and stood up in a disheveled state. She left the scene in haste, completely oblivious

stared at Rosalie’s disheveled retreating figure.

a pawn in his game, yet he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt so uneasy watching her being treated this

way.

thought of anyone else laying a hand on her. Only he has the right to do so, and no one

turned

Rosalie’s departing figure with a pensive look

She felt far from pleased that Rosalie had gotten off so easily and that William had caused such a

had even disturbed Jonathan!

the arrival of another person

was Carlos, Jonathan’s personal

greeted him with

if he was looking at a dead man. This guy, of all people to

also a coincidence that Jonathan was in the club and happened to witness the entire scene.

one of the securities nearby, “Just repeat what

dragged William to the edge of the pool, pressing his head down

classmates, including Zachary and Yvette, were

could have predicted that

no intentions of pleading on William’s

Straus family was just one of the club’s shareholders. Sacrificing one shareholder’s son now seemed like an agreeable solution, one that other shareholders would likely

looked

first to regain her composure and smiled faintly, “Sorry

replied indifferently. “Mr. Youngblood says he doesn’t have time to meet with you today. You may leave now.” Without waiting for their response,

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