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Ang stood at the door, her gaze burning as she looked over at Jonathan, who was standing
for the first time.
The cool breeze blew the ck shirt on his body slightly, revealing his thin waistline. His forehead was
wet with sweat, and his messy hair was hanging down, covering hist eyes.
Seeing her return, he smiled faintly.
Ang’s heart skipped a beat, feeling that on this night, the standing Jonathan was enchanting to the
extreme.
After taking a deep breath, she walked in and noticed some professional rehabilitation training
equipment ced next to him.
He must have consulted a rehabilitation doctor.
“Didn’t I say we were starting next week? Why are you training today?” Ang asked, puzzled.
Although starting training early could help him get used to it sooner, his leg injury had not healed yet.
The difficulty of training now would be greater, and it would be more painful.
Jonathan replied, “I’ve been sitting for too long. I want to quickly stand up.”
Lowering her eyes, Ang nced at his long legs.
A sh of rity passed through Ang’s eyes. Although Jonathan, who was sitting in a wheelchair,
couldmand effortlessly without standing up, who would want to be half a head shorter and look up
at others when they could stand?
“You’re so tall standing up.” Ang reached out and gestured from the top of her head. “Look, you’re
so much taller than me.”
Wearing t shoes, she only reached Jonathan’s chest.
The closer she stood, the more she could feel the pressure emanating from him.
Jonathan smirked. With one hand leaning on the railing, he freed the other hand to ruffle her hair.
“Don’t be picky. Eat everything May makes.”
“I got it.” Ang pouted, looking somewhat dissatisfied.
Then she ran off into the living room.
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Ang didn’t look back. She felt that Jonathan, being his proud self, probably wouldn’t wan anyone to
see him in a miserable and painful state during his rehabilitation training
After Ang left, Jonathan stood still for a few seconds.
Then he tightened his lips and mobilized his long legs. Enduring the pain drilling into his bone, he took
step by step forward.
Back in her room, Ang took out the herbs and started making pills for Cassie.
When she was done, she called Cassie, since tomorrow was Saturday, and Cassie should take the pills
as soon as possible for the best treatment effect.
On the other end, Cassie wailed, “My dad has restricted my freedom! My life is tragic. I’m going to be
bedridden this afternoon.”
Ang thought for a moment and said, “Tell me your address. I’ll bring it to you.”
Cassie eximed, “Ang, you’re so kind!” Then she gave Angel the address.
As Ang went out, she looked toward the yard and saw that Jonathan was no longer there.
The rehabilitation equipment had also been put away.
May had juste out of the kitchen and saw her looking outside. She smiled and said, “Mrs. Lawson,
Mr. Lawson has gone to thepany.”
Ang stuck out her tongue. “Oh.”
It’s sote, and he’s still going to thepany? He should be resting after training.
The scariest thing is that someone smarter than you is working harder than you. He’s truly… a ruthless
capitalist.
After saying goodbye to May, Ang left.
Cassie lived in a high–end vi area, not as luxurious as Springgate Estates but still out of reach for
ordinary people.
Ang took a bus transfer and arrived quickly.
She was about to call Cassie when she saw adying out of the Hayes Residence.
Ang was quite far away, and with the dim light, she couldn’t see the person’s face clearly.
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However, she could sense the gentle temperament emanating from thedy. Judging from her figure
and attire, she appeared slightly older than Cassie.
Almost immediately. Ang deduced her identity.
Jonathan’s future fiancée, Cassandra.
Ang’s curiosity was piqued, so she moved closer, eager to get a better look at Cassandra.
However, before she could see clearly, a car pulled up in front of her. Someone opened the door, and
the car sped away.
Ang clicked her tongue in disappointment.
At that moment, a gentle voice spoke. “You must be Miss Kins. Miss Cassie asked me toe and
wee you.”
It was the butler at Cassie’s house. Ang thanked him and followed him to Cassie’s room.
Upon seeing her, Cassic wanted to rush over, but she was stopped by Ang and the butler
simultaneously.
“You don’t want your leg to recover?” Ang pressed her down and handed her the pill before
exining the dosage and usage.
Tears of gratitude welled up in Cassie’s eyes.
Ang held her hand. After checking her pulse, she sighed. “Don’t stay up until 3 a.m.. steer clear of
spicy food during this time.”
and
Cassie looked rmed. “You’re so scary. You know I stayed up until 3 a.m.?”
“I have some observational and deductive skills.” Ang smirked, then asked, “Is the who just left your
cousin, Cassandra?”
person
Cassie nodded. While examining the pill curiously, she answered Ang, “Cassandra is amazing.
She’s fluent in fournguages, always ranking first in exams, never below the top three.
“She’s beautiful and strong, and she’s currently interning at our family’spany. I’ve heard she has
alreadypleted several impressive projects since starting.
“I’ve grown up in her shadow. Every time my dad scolds me, hepares me to her, saying if I had
even a tenth of Cassandra’s abilities, he would be grateful.”
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Ang was well aware of Cassandra’s impressive credentials. Christopher had mentioned them, and
he was rarely one to praise others.
He had even stated that if anyone in the world could match Jonathan, it would be Cassandra.
“By the way, I heard that my Uncle Trent wants Cassandra to marry Jonathan, the mysterious tycoon of
Riverdon who controls the Sanders and Lawson Families. I think they’re insane.
“Everyone knows that Jonathan doesn’t have long to live, and he’s disabled, always in a wheelchair.
Uncle Trent actually wants to push Cassandra into such a pit. Cassie shook her head, disying great
disbelief.
Although we may not be as wealthy as Jonathan, we’re still considered a prestigious and well–known
family.
Have all the outstanding wealthy heirs of Riverdon perished? Can’t they find anyone suitable for
Cassandral
Ang blinked and coughed awkwardly. “But… I heard that Jonathan is already married.”
And the person in question, Mrs. Lawson, is right in front of Cassie.
Cassic eximed in surprise, “The richest man in Riverdon is married? I didn’t even know about such
an important piece of gossip. This doesn’t seem right. Is Uncle Trent trying to make Cassandra a
mistress and break up someone else’s family?
“Although he’s obsessed with money, a gentleman should earn the money by legitimate means. I don’t
think this is a good idea.”
Since Ang was a resident of Springgate Estates, Cassie had no doubt about her information. It must
be true.
“They have a secret marriage, no wedding ceremony, and his wife is still in school.” Ang quickly
fabricated a lie. “I heard that Jonathan loves his wife dearly and fears for her safety, so they maintain a
low profile and keep it private.”
Cassie admired. “Ang, you’re incredible. How do you know all this so clearly?”