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Chapter 465 Awaiting Your Arrival

James felt a pulsating ache in his arms and wrists, frustration surging through him, his face flushed with anger. “Angela!” His glare dripped with disdain, and features contorted in displeasure. Oliver’s grip held firm as James shot a glance at Angela.

Seated casually across the table, Angela had James nearly pressed against its surface. “What’s the matter?” she asked nonchalantly, scrutinizing him.

It had been a while since she last saw James, expecting some growth, but his impulsive behavior caught her off guard..

As tensions rose, James‘ composed facade shattered. Angela remained oblivious to his turmoil. Mentally prepared for the meeting, James aimed to stay calm. However, an unexpected encounter with Florence downstairs, followed by her coercion to join them upstairs, ignited his anger like a firestorm.

In the face of Angela’s taunts and icy stare, James erupted like a volcano, his frustration bubbling to the surface. Adding insult to injury, Oliver effortlessly subdued James‘ outburst, leaving him seething with frustration.

“Release me!” James demanded through gritted teeth, his once–immaculate suit now crumpled and his meticulously styled hair in disarray. Angela, seemingly innocent, shrugged off his plea. “I didn’t tie you up, so how can I release you?”

Oliver, unable to contain his amusement, chuckled softly at the absurdity of the situation. However, he quickly intervened, his tone cold and authoritative. “Mrs. Lawson wouldn’t lay a hand on you; she deems you unclean.”

Sensing the need to diffuse the tension, Angela decided to put an end to the spectacle. With exams looming and her time with Jonathan precious, she had no patience for drawn–out confrontations with inconsequential individuals.

With a critical gaze fixed on the flushed James, Angela cut to the chase, her tone tinged with impatience. “Is there anything else you wish to convey?”

James, undeterred, issued a stern warning, feeling the numbness creep up his pinned arm. “Order your people to release me promptly or prepare to face legal action.”

Angela’s response was nonchalant, her laughter light. “Feel free to sue me. Oliver, hold him for another two minutes before releasing him.”

Oliver, though sullen, couldn’t conceal his amusement. “Understood,” he responded, visibly tickled by the unfolding dráma. Angela headed for the door. She delegated responsibility to the waiting bodyguard. “You take over,” she instructed, ensuring James remained under restraint, intensifying the pressure on him.

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With a stifled cry of frustration, James bore the discomfort as Angela turned back to delivey her final word. “I prefer not to encounter anyone from the Kins Family, so it’s best to refrain from bothering me again.”

Exiting alongside Oliver, Angela couldn’t help but ponder his earlier remark, “Mr. Lamon, you’re remarkable.” Curious, Angela probed further. “In what way am I remarkather

Reflecting on Oliver’s timely intervention, Angela found solace in the thought that it hard mitigated the discomfort from past encounters with the Kins Family.

Reflecting on the mistreatment she endured from the Kins Family in both her past and present lives, Angela felt a sense of gratitude for Oliver’s timely intervention.

“Your words are sharp enough to drive even James to the brink of madness, Oliver remarked cheerfully, his smile radiant.

Observing Oliver’s demeanor, Angela couldn’t help but wonder if he had overlooked the fact that she, too, bore the Kins surname. Nevertheless, she preferred being overlooked, the Kins name held little significance to her.

“He’s sensitive, which is why he was provoked. What I said was sincere and true, it takes a certain sensitivity to be affected by it,” Angela explained calmly. Oliver nodded in agreement. “You’re absolutely right about that.”

Angela offered a smile before making her way toward Spencer’s office. However, just as she stepped out, she spotted Florence.

Surprised by Florence’s lingering presence, Angela couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t left yet. Not only did Florence remain, but she also emerged from the guest room immediately after Angela exited the neighboring room.

Initially intending to visit Spencer’s office, Florence was intercepted by someone along the way. Afterward, she returned to the vicinity of the guest room, identified Angela’s whereabouts, and waited nearby.

Had she followed Angela immediately, Florence might have crossed paths with Jonathan. However, Angela’s delayed appearance led Florence to grow impatient, prompting her to briefly detour to the

pantry before returning.

“Angela, Florence called out upon seeing her. Angela remained composed. “Miss Shelton, are you looking for me since you haven’t left yet?”

Florence said without reservation, “I’m not here for you. I’m looking for Jonathan.” While scanning the area, she spoke as if trying to locate Jonathan visually.

Jonathan was likely occupied assisting Spencer so that Florence wouldn’t find him that way. “What do you want with Jonathan?” She was a guest, and Angela’s attitude towards her was

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Florence snorted impatiently and directed her gaze downward toward Angela. “What else could it be? I want him to divorce you and marry me.” Angela found herself at a loss for words.

Standing steadfast behind Angela, Oliver interjected, “Mr. Lawson will not divorce Mrs. Lawson, let alone marry you.”

“And who says so?” Florence countered. “It’s not a matter of who says so; it’s a fact,” Oliver replied firmly.

Caught between the two, Angela felt a headache looming. “You two can continue. I’m going to take a break,” she announced, attempting to bypass Florence and head toward Spencer’s office.

Observing Angela’s departure, Florence ceased her argument with Oliver and trailed after her. Noticing Florence’s presence, Angela turned around and questioned, “Why are you following me, Miss Shelton?”

“I’m sure you’re going to find Jonathan, and since I’m looking for him, I have to follow you,” Florence retorted. Angela sighed in resignation. “He’s not here. I’m going to speak with Mr. Lorenzo.”

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“Are you suggesting I’m blind? I trailed your car earlier and saw you with Jonathan!” Florence asserted, her gaze unwavering. “You must be mistaken,” Angela replied calmly, seeking to ease the tension.

Florence’s glare intensified. “No mistake.” Opting to avoid further conflict, Angela swiftly decided. “Never mind. I’ll leave,” she announced, unwilling to get further involved with Florence and Jonathan. Seeing Angela’s departure, Oliver escorted her out while sending a message to Jonathan. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Meanwhile, James was escorted by another bodyguard, his arms restrained. The guard had a cold and stern demeanor, dressed in black, while James looked slightly disheveled, with wrinkled clothes and tousled hair.

Spotting Angela, James shot her a fierce glare, bordering on comical rather than intimidating. Observing James‘ demeanor, Florence voiced her curiosity. “What’s happening here?”