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Chapter 275:
Jaxton’s unabashed gaze lingered on Amelia’s flushed, radiant countenance, his eyes tracing her features with bold intensity. Amelia’s piercing stare, brimming with revulsion, met his audacious scrutiny, sparking a silent clash of wills.
A heavy fog seemed to settle over Amelia’s mind, her body consumed by an unrelenting wave of heat that left her feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Amelia realized she had fallen into a trap. She steadied herself as Jaxton advanced, her voice firm despite her unease. “My bodyguards are stationed just outside the room. Don’t try anything reckless, or p>
“Amelia, you really are foolish!” Jaxton’s mocking tone cut through her words. “Do you truly believe those two bodyguards are still outside? Let me enlighten you. Harvest Moon Restaurant is ours alone now p>
With a predatory lunge, Jaxton surged toward her, but Amelia, ever vigilant, sidestepped his advance, sending him stumbling close to the table. The effort sapped the last of Amelia’s dwindling strength, leaving her propped against the windowed wall, her breaths shallow and labored.
Observing her weakened state, Jaxton didn’t rush to make a move, savoring his advantage. He knew Amelia was teetering on the edge of collapse. The stark disparity in their physical prowess was undeniable, and Amelia realized escape would be nearly impossible unless Jaxton chose to give up. Amid her ragged gasps, she frantically sought a way out of this.
“Jaxton, have you weighed the repercussions your actions will bring upon the Morrison family?” she said.
“Repercussions?” Jaxton sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Do you think I’m concerned with such things now, Amelia p>
Amelia’s eyes betrayed a flicker of panic at his brazen confidence, a sight that only fueled Jaxton’s triumphant smirk. “We’ve been orchestrating this moment for a long time!” Jaxton exclaimed.
The night Amelia had joined the Flynn Group, Ricky had reached out to Jaxton, wanting to work together with him to target Amelia. Initially, Jaxton had hesitated, wary of the Stewart family’s formidable power.
Yet, with the Morrison Group’s collapse and the bitter memories of what had happened at Kretol University gnawing at his soul, Jaxton’s resentment toward Amelia had festered. That very night, after leaving Kretol University, he contacted Ricky, eagerly embracing the scheme without a second thought.
“Amelia, you were destined to be mine,” Jaxton declared, his gaze intensifying as he looked at her. The one regret that haunted him from their shattered betrothal was never having claimed Amelia as his own.
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“Stay away from me!” Amelia’s voice rang out, sharp and defiant, her eyes never wavering from Jaxton as he circled the table. In a flash, she seized a cup and flung it at him with all her might. Jaxton deftly dodged the cup while steadily closing the distance. The crash of splintering glass only ignited his fury.
Amelia kept tossing everything she could reach at Jaxton. When she exhausted her arsenal of makeshift weapons, Jaxton swiftly captured her wrist, his grip unyielding. To keep her from hurling more objects, he swept his arm across the table, sending its contents crashing to the floor, then pinned her against the table’s edge.