Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self

Chapter 507 Unveiling Her True Colors
Florence’s face betrayed a storm of emotions, her usually composed demeanor on the brink of crumbling.
“Jonathan, if you hurry back to the company, our partnership can thrive as we envisioned,” she pressed, fighting to keep her
voice steady amidst the chaos swirling within her.
For so long, she had meticulously orchestrated her plans, even manipulating the affairs of the Shelton Family to align with her
ambitions. The idea of letting go now felt unfathomable.
While part of her sought to maintain control over Jonathan through their partnership, she also genuinely desired its success.
Yet, Jonathan’s perplexing actions left her feeling unsettled..
What had stirred such chaos within him?
Undoubtedly, there was a catalyst behind Jonathan’s agitation, a reason Florence struggled to decipher.
When had she ever provoked such a reaction from Jonathan?
“What have I done to deserve this?” she demanded, her confusion evident in her voice.
Jonathan’s response was cold and detached. “Miss Shelton, perhaps it’s time for you to reflect on your actions.”
Florence furrowed her brow, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words.
To her, Jonathan’s refusal to offer a straightforward explanation suggested a lack of evidence against her. But why avoid
confrontation if there was nothing incriminating?
Was he preoccupied with thoughts of Angela?
Despite not needing Jonathan’s presence during the exam, he remained in the Western Suburbs unnecessarily. Florence’s
frustration grew.
She had hoped that by leveraging their partnership, even if Jonathan didn’t comply, he would at least soften his stance. Yet, she
hadn’t anticipated his attitude worsening.
First, he downplayed the importance of their collaboration, and now he was advising her to reflect on herself.

It was clear he didn’t take her seriously.
“Why should I reflect on myself? What have I done to deserye such scrutiny? Jonathan, please reconsider. You know how
important this partnership is to both of us!” she pleaded, but Jonathan remained unresponsive.
Instead, he instructed Spencer sharply, “Spencer, escort her out and then ignore her,” dismissing Florence right in front of her.
Florence’s expression darkened as she stared at the cell phone in Spencer’s hand, demanding, “Jonathan! Are you trying to
provoke me?”
But there was only silence on the other end, as Jonathan had disconnected the call abruptly.
In frustration, Florence reached for the phone to call back, but Spencer intercepted it swiftly.
Observing her frustration, he offered a calm smile. “Miss Shelton, take care.”
With Jonathan’s order to see Florence out, Spencer had no intention of entertaining her any longer.
Her imperious demeanor unsettled everyone in the room.
“You!” Florence pointed a finger at Spencer, her anger palpable. “Who do you think you are? Just because Jonathan tells you to
do something, you comply?”
Stepping back, Spencer remained composed. “Miss Shelton, have you forgotten that this is Jon’s company? Naturally, I must
follow his instructions.”
Incensed by his indifferent response, Florence raised her hand as if to strike Spencer.
Swiftly, he grasped her wrist. “Miss Shelton, please calm down. Security will escort you out.”
Summoning assistance, he soon found security personnel surrounding Florence.
“Please, Miss Shelton.”
Florence, a familiar figure to the security team due to her past disturbances, found herself surrounded by onlookers.
Realizing her team was still waiting downstairs, unable to join her, she stormed away in frustration, her high heels clicking loudly
against the floor.

Meanwhile, in WindMill City, Jonathan remained composed despite Florence’s outburst.
“Tsk tsk.” Yarrison, on the other hand, seemed quite intrigued. Observing Jonathan’s abrupt end to the call, he inquired, “Why did
you hang up so abruptly?”
He found the idea of listening to Florence freaking out,on the phone rather exciting and thought it could pass the time, perhaps
even improve his mood.
Jonathan glanced at him. “Do you want to speak with her?”
Yarrison promptly shook his head.
He must be genuinely desperate to want to chat with Florence. Not to mention, he didn’t like Florence; just that she was clinging
to Jonathan was enough to keep him away.
She was not someone they could mess with.
Unsure of Yarrison’s thoughts, Jonathan simply pocketed his cell phone and returned.
Yarrison followed suit, matching his pace.
“By the way, Florence made quite a bold statement. Jon, why aren’t you the least bit scared?” He had listened to the entire
conversation beside Jonathan only because they were close, and Jonathan did not conceal his intentions from him.
“Fear is pointless.” Jonathan’s voice was steady, and his words were soothing.
Despite saying fear was pointless, he truly felt no fear or apprehension.
“Indeed.” Yarrison sighed.
The Shelton Family’s influence over Northland was deeply entrenched, and many felt that survival in the region necessitated
aligning with them. It was a mindset ingrained in the populace, a product of habit and necessity.
“However, when Florence mentioned breaking the ties, does she intend to do something?” Yarrison voiced his concern,
“She already has,” Jonathan responded casually, unfazed by Florence’s threat to sever their ties. To him, it was a mere formality.
He had contemplated it for some time, and today’s events only solidified his decision.

Jonathan couldn’t shake the feeling of regret for not cutting ties with Florence sooner. Allowing her to maintain expectations of
him only put Angela at risk. Angela didn’t deserve to be entangled in Florence’s schemes.
This time, Florence merely instructed Kaydron to smear Angela’s reputation, but who was to say what she might demand next
time? The scope of her schemes could extend far beyond mere. mudslinging onto Angela’s character!
“What?” Yarrison’s confusion was evident.
He pondered over the implications of Jonathan’s use of the word “already,” a sudden realization dawning on him as he
connected it to Kaydron’s baseless accusations.
“Are you implying that Kaydron’s accusation was actually orchestrated by her?” Yarrison voiced his suspicions, finding the idea
far–fetched yet compelling enough to consider.
Jonathan’s calm but affirmative response confirmed Yarrison’s suspicions. “Yes.”
Recalling Jonathan’s earlier suspicions about Florence’s involvement in Fanny’s pursuit of Kaydron, Yarrison found no other
plausible explanation. Considering the circumstances, Florence appeared to be the only one with a motive.
“How did you come to that conclusion?” Yarrison pressed, eager for insight. However, before Jonathan could elaborate, he s
interrupted by a call from Spencer. Despite his curiosity, Yarrison watched Jonathan glance at his watch before heading out,
keeping his reasons close.
Quick to follow, Yarrison checked the time and estimated that Angela’s exam was nearing its end. Knowing Jonathan would pick
her up, he decided to tag along.
“Are we heading to pick up Angela? I’ll join you,” he offered.
Ignoring Yarrison’s request to accompany him, Jonathan descended the stairs and crossed the street without delay.
Yarrison followed closely behind, persistent in his inquiry. “Can you at least share how you figured it out before we get there?”