Chapter 666

Chapter 666

You can’t relinquish genuine worth for the allure of mere frivolities.”

Madison’s fiery temper often ignited her tongue, fanning the flames of anger.

In the midst of her tirade, Leon’s patience waned, leading him to abruptly end the call in a surge of vexation.

“Leon,”

As the line disconnected, Madison’s own vexation soared. Intent on quelling Fiona’s advances, Madison was prepared to ensure Fiona regretted tangling with her son.

Upon her return, Millie was greeted by a tumultuous uproar at the entrance. A crowd had gathered, drawn to the spectacle.

Madison’s pointed finger trembled; her wrath was unleashed upon Fiona.

“Wretch, your audacity knows no bounds. A despicable presence, shamelessly ensnaring my son.”

Millie’s gaze gravitated toward the scene. Fiona, disheveled and tear-streaked, sat dejectedly on the ground, bearing the marks of Madison’s physical assault.

Amidst sobs, Fiona’s voice quivered. “Flynn and I share an earnest bond. I implore you; grant us the right to be united.”

“Cease your prattle, my son bears the name Leon. Flynn has faded into oblivion. His return to the Thomas family marks the resurgence of Leon, a man of consequence.

Your dream of reuniting with him is futile. The notion of it exists solely within your imagination. I am so exasperated that I could annihilate you!”

Madison, despite her opulent attire, projected the image of an unhinged tempest.

The onlookers, intimidated, refrained from intervening.

Recognizing the futility of engaging Madison in discourse, Fiona refrained from a verbal duel. With the knowledge of her impending shopping expedition with Leon, she exhibited patience. Madison’s fury was her ammunition, a tool to evoke Leon’s concern.

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“Let it be known, stay your advances towards my son, lest “And what then?” Leon’s enraged voice pierced the air.

As if choreographed, the crowd parted to yield space for him. Striding forth with an ominous aura, Leon’s countenance darkened upon spotting Fiona, seated forlornly on the ground.

Even in the tumult, Madison was taken aback by the intensity of Leon’s fury.

“Why are you here, Leon?”

Leon’s response dripped with acerbic sarcasm. “Had I not arrived, this spectacle would’ve eluded me.”

Madison’s frenzy dampened in the face of Leon’s presence, an instinctive submission to her son’s dominion.

“Gaze upon her. She can hold a candle to Lois. What holds your fascination? She’s no virtuous soul; her interest is steeped in avarice for your wealth.”