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“I didn’t notice,” Jonathan succinctly replied, then frowned as he thought about the Shelton Family background, labeling it as “troublesome.”
Yarrison agreed with Jonathan’s assessment of Florence as a problem.
Walking alongside Jonathan, he couldn’t help but express his concern. “Right, she’s definitely trouble. What now? You can’t let her cling to you.”
As they left, Florence and her group followed not far behind Jonathan and Yarrison.
Jonathan, without turning around, already sensed who was behind them and muttered in a displeased tone, “She’s already clinging.”
Yarrison glanced back, indeed seeing Florence’s provocatively attractive face. He hurried to catch up with Jonathan, who had increased his pace.
Florence just trailed them, unhurriedly, until they all exited the bar,
In the deepening night outside the bar, Jonathan approached his car where the leading bodyguard was supporting Christopher at the roadside.
Jonathan…” Christopher whispered upon seeing Jonathan, visibly trembling.
Jonathan merely glanced at him, his look conveying a warning, silencing Christopher. He trembled uncontrollably, especially when he saw Florence emerging from the bar with her bodyguards.
Catching sight of Florence, Jonathan assessed the vehicles they had arrived in. He instructed the bodyguards, “Two of you take me and Yarrison, the rest take him to the hospital.”
Understanding his intent, two bodyguards immediately opened the car door for Jonathan, while the others took Christopher to another vehicle.
“Mr. Lawson, are you in such a hurry to leave?” Florence called out, trying to engage him as he was about to get into his car.
Jonathan, without pausing, settled into the back seat and said coolly, “I have a wife waiting at home.”
Ignoring Florence’s reaction, he directed the bodyguard to drive off.
As the car started, her voice floated in. “Take care, Mr. Lawson. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.”
Yarrison, seated next to Jonathan, caught Florence’s smug expression and remarked, “Even after your mentioned your wife, she still behaves like this.”
Jonathan, resting with his eyes closed, remained silent but visibly perturbed.
After driving for a while, Yarrison noticed a car following them and pointed it out.
“A tail?” Jonathan checked the rearview mirror and saw several cars behind them.
Yarrison warned, “Be careful with that woman. The Shelton Family is full of troublemakers. She’s been
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violent since returning to the country, and as the Shelton Family heiress, she’s a big problem.” Jonathan instructed, “Try to lose the tail; head to the office.”
The bodyguard executed the order, skillfully losing the followers through traffic maneuvers. In Florence’s car, the driver cautiously mentioned they lost track due to a red light.
“Why wait for the red light? Couldn’t you have driven through?” Florence reproached coldly.
The man beside her assured, “Don’t worry, we’re looking into him. We’ll have his information tonight.”
She demanded, “Get his number for me as soon as possible.”
Though momentarily bothered by Jonathan mentioning his wife, she was not deterred, considering it a minor hindrance in her pursuit.
The man nodded, suggesting they return home since they lost the trail.
Once they had successfully shaken off the following car, Yarrison finally relaxed.
Jonathan continued to rest, maintaining his composure throughout the journey.
Meanwhile, the other car had already headed to the hospital.
pite being close to the Mercy Hospital, Christopher, insistent on avoiding it due to his fear of Florence, ended up at a smaller hospital.
His injuries, though painful, were not severe, lacking any open wounds. Still, he trembled from the pain during treatment.
After finally being treated, he refused to stay in the hospital and insisted on having the bodyguards take
him home.
As the bodyguards were about to leave, he quickly stopped them and dialed Jonathan’s number in front of
them.
“Jonathan, I don’t want to stay at the hospital. I want to go home. What if that woman attacks me again at the hospital?” he said. His voice was shaking but clear.
“Have them take you home,” Jonathan ordered without hesitation.
Upon hearing Jonathan’s command, the bodyguards paused their departure.
Christopher, slightly relieved, timidly asked, “Jonathan, will that woman come after me again? Can you keep them to protect me?”
Under normal circumstances, Christopher wouldn’t dare to make such a presumptuous request. However, terrified by Florence and freshly rescued by Jonathan, he unthinkingly sought further protection.
Jonathan’s response was nearly cold. “If you’re scared, go back to Riverdon.”
“But…” Christopher started to object, only to be met with a dial tone.
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Returning to Riverdon was not an option for him, given his tarnished reputation there. Moreover, with Fanny in Northland needing a kidney transplant, he couldn’t leave her behind.
The bodyguards, following orders, dropped Christopher at his rented apartment and drove away. Left alone, Christopher, grimacing and limping, ascended to his flat.
Once home, anxious about Fanny’s need for a kidney, he dialed Michael’s number.
Meanwhile, Jonathan, just arriving at the company, received a call from an unknown number and instinctively rejected it. Persistent, the caller dialed again, prompting Jonathan to eventually answer.
A familiar, flirtatious voice greeted him, “Mr. Lawson, why keep ignoring my calls?”
It was Florence, her voice coy and bold.
“What do you want, Miss Shelton?” Jonathan asked, uninterested in small talk.
“Can’t I contact you for no reason?” she chuckled.
Wary of engaging in trivial conversation and aware of her influential status, Jonathan replied calmly. “If you have no business, Miss Shelton, I’ll hang up.”
Florence quickly added, “You’re so serious, Mr. Lawson. Are you mad at me? The people who followed you weren’t sent by me; they acted on their own.”
Jonathan responded coolly, “Then you should manage your people better.”
He doubted her claim, suspecting that Florence had indeed ordered the tailing and now sought to ingratiate herself by blaming her subordinates, effectively treating him as a fool.
“I’ll try, but managing isn’t my strength. Perhaps you could teach me, Mr. Lawson? You must be good at managing, given your success in Northland,” she suggested smoothly.
“Uninterested,” Jonathan curtly replied, his patience wearing thin, and made to end the call.
