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Chapter 1683
“No matter what, my word is law!” Magdalen exclaimed, her laughter vibrant and unfettered.
After they left, it was a good while before Antonia managed to pull herself up with the help of a classmate, sinking
into the couch.
Her cheeks were swollen, her eyes and lip corners bruised. Her hair was in disarray, her appearance pitiful.
Gritting her teeth against the pain, she managed to find her phone, dialing a number. Once the call connected, she
burst into tears, her voice slurred, “Dad, come quick, I’ve been beaten up!”
The person on the other end was taken aback, “Antonia, where are you? Who hit you?”
“Just come here, okay?!” Antonia sobbed.
Mr. Cliff was both worried and furious, “Who dared to hit you? They’re asking for trouble!”
Antonia’s sobs grew louder, but before she could speak, the door was kicked open with a bang.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis time, seven or eight people walked in, Millard leading the way. Ignoring a terrified Antonia, he grabbed her
phone.
Mr. Cliff’s alarmed voice came from the phone, “Antonia, Antonia
Millard held the phone to his ear, his voice icy, “Mr. Cliff, we’ll be taking Ms. Antonia for now. Why don’t you come
down and we can talk face to face. Oh, by the way, I’m Millard from the Lamont Group.”
Mr. Cliff was stunned, panic seeping into his voice, “Did Jonathan ask you to do this? Why did you hit my daughter?
If there’s anything you’re unhappy about in our partnership, I’m willing to negotiate. But you can’t harm my
daughter!”
“This has nothing to do with our business relationship. Mr. Lamont has already called to terminate our partnership.
Didn’t you receive the message?” Millard’s face was void of any emotion. “We’ll take care of Ms. Antonia for now.
Once you’re here, we can talk more”
“Where are you taking my daughter?”
“Millard!”
I’m going to call Jonathan! I need to talk to Jonathan!”
Meanwhile, Antonia was held in place by two men, crying out in fear, “Dad, Dad! Save me! Please, hurry and save
me!”
Millard let their conversation finish before dropping the phone into a wine glass. The ruby red wine engulfed the
phone, cutting off Mr. Cliffs angered shouts as it powered down automatically.
The classmates who had come with Antonia watched as she was dragged away, too scared to even breathe.
At the rooftop garden of the 9th Mansion, the head chef personally came to prepare a charcoal-grilled lobster for
Magdalen.
With ornate iron lanterns, warm yellow lights, and a cool night breeze, they could overlook half of J City’s bustling
nightlife.
Magdalen poured wine for the two of them, her voice low, “Did you refuse to design a dress for Antonia because of
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Estelle’s gaze was calm and gentle, “I simply don’t like her as a person.”
Magdalen shot her a glance, a smirk playing on her lips, “You can tell me the truth, why be shy about it?”
Estelle met her gaze head-on, “Doing something for you, isn’t that perfectly normal?”
Magdalen’s face lit up with a bright, satisfied smile.
Estelle took a sip of her drink when her phone vibrated on the table. It was a call from Jonathan.
His voice was gentler than usual, “Where are you?”
Estelle lowered her gaze, her voice softening instinctively, “Having dinner with Magdalen at the 9th Mansion.”
Jonathan’s voice was patient and loving, “Eat slowly. Call me when you’re almost done. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Okay”
Magdalen waited until they finished their conversation before raising an eyebrow at Estelle, “Does Jonathan know
about what happened online?” “He probably doesn’t. He rarely pays attention to those kinds of entertainment
news.” Estelle took a sip of her cocktail, I also don’t want him to get involved in this Crawley family mess. The
Lamont Group has a business partnership with them.”
Magdalen shook her head slowly, “With the way things are with you and Antonia, do you really think Jonathan can
still work with the Crawley family?”
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