All Chapters of Love and Devotion: No Longer His to Claim: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The commotion outside abruptly ceased, and everyone turned their heads in astonishment as Angela stepped forward from the back."Well, if it isn't the legendary Mrs. Bamford? What's this? Instead of staying quietly in your corner, you've decided to meddle in other people's business?"The woman speaking was someone Angela recognized—Olivia Quimby, who used to tag along with Elena. She had striking features, was dressed head to toe in high-end brands, and exuded the air of a wealthy heiress.Beside her stood two other women Angela didn't know, but their expression mirrored hers—haughty, arrogant, and dismissive of everyone else."That's right. I am meddling," Angela said coolly, pulling out her phone and aiming the camera at Olivia's face. "If you don't come to your senses, Ms. Quimby, I'll capture this ugly side of yours and project it on the big screen for everyone to see."Olivia's face darkened instantly. She glared at Angela, her eyes brimming with fury."You! You dare threate

Angela pressed her lips together, making no comment. At that moment, one of the maids stepped forward."Ms. Graham, Mrs. Jewell Senior would like to see you. Would you please come with me?"The maid carried herself with utter professionalism and had a polite smile on her face. She seemed more like a head housekeeper than an ordinary maid.Angela frowned slightly. "Mrs. Jewell Senior?"The maid nodded.Layla Anderson, Zayn's paternal grandmother, had always been a fan of Sue's designs. Angela wondered if she had perhaps begun to suspect something.Angela's brows knitted together, but she didn't refuse.She, too, wanted to know whether Layla was doing well.Following the maid upstairs, she made several turns through the grand house before arriving at Layla's study.Downstairs, the banquet hall was still lively, but up here, the atmosphere was completely different.Layla sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly reading. The spacious study was so silent that even a pin drop w

Dexter stared at Angela's face for a long moment before speaking."You've been looking down these past couple of days. Is something on your mind?"Angela stared off into space, lost in her thoughts.He waved a hand in front of her eyes. "Are you okay?"Angela jolted back to reality, meeting Dexter's deep, dark gaze. Her heart trembled for a second before she quickly averted her eyes."I'm fine. I'm going to bed. Do as you please."That night, the bedroom was pitch-black. Angela tossed and turned for a long time before finally drifting into sleep."Angie… Angie…"Half-conscious, she seemed to hear someone calling her name. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar figure before her.She immediately sat up and bowed slightly. "Mr. Lawson."Henry was in his 50s. His expression was solemn, and he exuded an undeniable air of authority."Do you regret it now?" he asked, a cold sneer on his lips. His sharp gaze pierced straight through her, as if searching the depths of her soul.Ang

Harvey grabbed the documents and flipped through them again. He hadn't expected Angela to dig in so deep, meticulously highlighting and annotating key points."So? Graham Group is just another forgettable mid-sized business. It's barely stayed afloat all these years, with nothing special to its name. It doesn't even make the list internationally," he said bluntly.Angela took a deep breath, her smile calm and unwavering. "You know a fair bit about Graham Group—but not everything."Harvey met her eyes with a half-smile."15 years ago, Graham Group was a powerhouse for top design talent," Angela said. "Under Tyler Jetson's leadership, it—""That was forever ago," Harvey interrupted with a scoff. "Everybody knows Tyler's name, but Graham Group has been circling the drain for over a decade. What makes you think there's anything left to revive?"Angela felt a stab of frustration, but she had to admit he wasn't wrong. Graham Group had flourished under her grandfather's leadership, but

"Do you know how to ride?" Mia asked, gesturing toward the stable in the distance. "I can find you a gentle horse and walk you around a few times. I promise you'll love it once you get the hang of it."Horses roamed the stable—some munching on feed, some snorting, while others kicked up dust as they pranced.Angela's attention drifted to a group of socialites gathered outside the stable, picking out horses. Among them, she recognized Shelley. She stood arm-in-arm with Elena, pointing at the different horses in the stable.Shelley's voice was loud as she complained that one horse was too fat and another's coat too dull. Meanwhile, Elena remained quiet and composed, though she occasionally glanced back at Angela, her expression unreadable."Just find me one that isn't too spirited. I'm not much of a rider," Angela said.In truth, she was being modest. Growing up, she'd watched Tyler and Marie ride with ease and had picked up a lot just by observing.Angela had even gone riding with