Chapter 840
Chapter 840
Yalena’s face twisted with anger. Her eyes darted around, and the next second, she burst into tears, looking all kinds of pitiful.
“I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I wanted to stand up for your mom. Teresa went to see your mom, provoked her, and even insulted her. I couldn’t stand seeing your mom so upset, so taught Teresa a lesson,” she said.
Jonathan’s face darkened, and he almost laughed at how ridiculous it was. “Are you done?”
Yalena rubbed her eyes as she cried, “Don’t you believe me?”
“Of course I don’t. She’s not that kind of person,” Jonathan said.
Yalena cried even harder, her heart aching.
Jonathan remained unfazed and said coldly, “I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine. You tried to bring down Teresa’s company, and now I’m doing the same to yours. You can leave now.”
Jonathan had already made it clear she should go. Yalena gritted her teeth. She didn’t expect Jonathan to see right through her act.
“Still not leaving?” Jonathan pressed.
Yalena watched Jonathan walk past her. She couldn’t help but grab his arm, but he coldly shook her off and said, “Show some self–respect.”
That made Yalena even angrier. She’d never been treated like this before.
“Jonathan, I’m the one fate chose for you. Even the fortune–teller said so, and your mom agreed. Are you going to break your poor mother’s heart?” she pleaded.
Jonathan didn’t even look at her. “Security, get this woman out of my office,” he said on the phone.
After the call ended, two security guards came in and dragged Yalena out.
Jonathan was about to head to a meeting when something about what Yalena said didn’t sit right with him. He made one more call before heading to
the meeting,
Today, Jonathan looked especially cold, like a December chill that could freeze a person to the bone. Everyone in the meeting room was on edge. No one dared to relax or even blink.
Once the meeting was over, Jonathan answered a call and walked out. He had more than one person to settle the score with today.
Sitting across from Jonathan was a bald man in his fifties. Jonathan sat down, and his secretary Bobby leaned over and whispered in his ear.
“Got it. You can go now,” Jonathan said.
“Yes, Mr. Lynn,” said Bobby.
Once Bobby left, Jonathan crossed his legs and fixed his gaze on the man in front of him. “So, you’re the fortune teller?”
“Are you here for fortune reading?” the man replied solemnly.
Jonathan chuckled and wrote down his birth date and time on a piece of paper and slid it across the table.
“Take a look. Does it look familiar? Didn’t you just read it a couple of days ago?” he asked.
The man’s face changed. “It seems I might have seen it before, but I can’t quite recall,” he said.
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Jonathan wasn’t in the mood for nonsense. “I respect the divine, but if someone tries to pull tricks and fool the people around me, I won’t let them get away with it.”
The man froze, his eyelids twitching noticeably,
Jonathan leaned in a little and said, “Kind of ironic, don’t you think?”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” the man replied.
“Still pretending?” Jonathan said as he flicked a receipt across the table toward the man with a cold, dismissive gesture.
The record showed Irene wiring money to this so–called fortune teller. She was spending Jonathan’s hard–earned cash. He might be busy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep an eye on things when he wanted to.
“Your real name is Mark Wright, fifty–eight. You ran telecom scams, went to prison, and then worked as a fortune teller. But you’ve been scamming people in a new way. Did I get that wrong?”
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