The Queen's Back

"Mr. Ford, if there's nothing else, you guys can leave now," Maxwell said. He still had something to settle with Brendan.

Leander wanted to leave in the first place. Now that Maxwell had spoken up, he immediately wanted to leave with the people from the Design Department.

As Jenson saw Mona maintaining her stance by tacitly acknowledging that everything was caused by her, he decided not to say anything. 'After all, I can tell that Brendan is nice to Mona. If anything comes up, I can just shift the blame to Mona.'

When Barbara walked out of the room, she felt inexplicably angry upon noticing Mona's arrogant expression. She thought, 'How come Mona can resolve a difficult situation every time?"

She looked at Mona and said with concern, "Mona, I'm glad that you're fine. I was so worried." Despite saying so, she inwardly thought it would be great if something had happened to Mona. "Thank you for your concern," Mona said expressionlessly.

Barbara wanted to say more, but when she saw Mona's annoyed expression, she obediently kept quiet and left the room with Leander.

She thought, 'After all, it wasn't me who did it. I just informed the reporters. Even if Mona holds a grudge against me, I'm not scared. Our poor relationship has almost been made public.' After the people who were not connected to the situation left, Mona looked at the man in front of her. The more she looked at him, the more she found him familiar.

Upon taking a few more glances, Mona realized that this man was the person who had bid alongside her at the auction.

She was a little puzzled, wondering why Jenson was here.

For a moment, no one spoke in the room. It was exceptionally quiet.

Jenson tried his best to hold his breath and minimize his presence.

Then, Jenson looked at the man beside Mona, who exuded a cold aura that was comparable to Brendan's when he was angry, making people feel inexplicably afraid.

A long while later, it was Mona who remembered that Brendan was still sitting in the bathroom. She hurriedly walked into the bathroom, hoping that nothing bad had happened to him.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Before Mona bent down to help Brendan up, Maxwell beat her to it and said softly, "Mona, let me do it."

Maxwell looked at the man in front of him coldly. Even though Brendan was wet, his manly charm was still evident. Maxwell thought, 'No wonder the reporters kept snapping away at him even though they didn't see Mona. Fortunately, this guy didn't do anything to Mona. Otherwise, I wouldn't be helping him up.'

When Jenson saw Mona and Maxwell walking into the bathroom, it was only then that it occurred to him that he had to return to the room to get the antidote for Brendan.

He thought, 'Thank goodness I didn't dare to give Brendan too strong of a drug. Otherwise, a cold shower wouldn't be enough to cool down the heat in his body.'

After Jenson administered the antidote to Brendan, he called the doctor over to examine Brendan.

Maxwell was not at ease about Mona, so he asked the doctor to take Mona's blood for a test. The result was that she was fine. Only then did Maxwell feel completely at ease.

After getting clear-headed, Brendan looked at Jenson coldly. His eyes reflected a cold glint, immediately leaving Jenson at a loss.

"You've gotten so bold as to speculate about my intentions, huh?" Brendan said, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked at Jenson. They were filled with anger.

Jenson was momentarily at a loss for words to answer Brendan's question.

When Maxwell heard Brendan's words, he immediately wrapped his well-defined arm around Jenson's neck. It was as if he would snap it if he exerted a little more force. "Was it you who did this?" he asked.

If it hadn't been for Brendan mentioning it, Maxwell wouldn't have suspected that Jenson was the one who had kidnapped Mona.

Maxwell was very strong. With his arm tightening around Jenson's neck, Jenson felt as if his neck were about to snap, and his breathing became rapid. He said with difficulty, "I, I did it accidentally."

'The guy in front of me doesn't look like someone to be trifled with,' Jenson thought. 'I didn't expect him to come at me immediately.' For a moment, he felt that his life was over.

"You did it accidentally, huh? If I were to sell you to a place where people have fun and tell you that I did it accidentally, do you think that would be acceptable?" As Maxwell spoke, he instinctively tightened his grip around Jenson's neck.

Soon, Jenson felt that it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe. The fear of death overwhelmed him, and he hurriedly begged for mercy. "Let, let me go. I'm about to suffocate."

As Mona saw Jenson's face turning flushed from the pain and the veins bulging on Maxwell's arm at the spot where he was holding Jenson, she feared Maxwell might accidentally kill him, so she quickly walked over to stop Maxwell. "Maxwell, I'm fine, so let him go first," Mona said as she grabbed Maxwell's arm with her little hand, wanting him to let Jenson go.

The person in front of her was the person who had kidnapped her. She certainly felt hatred and anger. However, she could not just watch Maxwell accidentally kill someone and carry the burden of having taken a life.

Maxwell looked into Mona's eyes and pushed Jenson to the ground with a forceful shove. His gaze then swept over to Brendan, who was on the bed, and said coldly, "Mr. Conrad, if you can't even control your own people, I don't mind helping you." Brendan said indifferently, "Don't worry. I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

It was only after his body was completely free from restraint that Jenson felt that he was still alive in this world. He quickly took a few breaths of fresh air and instinctively touched his neck.

He thought, 'Fortunately, my neck is still intact.'

When he heard that Brendan wanted to give Maxwell an explanation, he was instantly frightened. He thought, 'I don't even know how Brendan will punish me.'

He just wanted to please Brendan but ended up doing things that backfired on Brendan.

After Maxwell and Mona left the room, Brendan looked at Jenson, who was lying on the floor. His blue eyes darted around, and he got off the bed. He then casually picked up the fruit knife on the table and tossed it onto the spot beside Jenson.

The knife beside Jenson immediately reflected a cold glint and reflected in Jenson's frightened eyes. He said in fear, "Mr. Conrad, really meant well. If you had listened to me and slept with Ms. Clem Maxwell would definitely have minded. By being nicer to Ms. Clem, she'll surely fall in love with you in the end."

Upon hearing this, Brendan stepped on Jenson's hand that was placed on the ground and applied pressure on it several times. He then said angrily, "idiot, you don't even know why treat Mona differently, yet you dare to speculate about my

thoughts?"

"I-I was wrong. Mr. Conrad, spare me this time. I won't dare to guess your thoughts again." Jenson pleaded desperately, feeling like his hand was about to be crushed by Brendan.

"Do you see the knife on the floor?" Brendan's gaze swept over the knife on the floor, his eyes still emitting a cold glint.

When Jenson heard Brendan mention the knife, he looked at it in fear and then at his own hand, feeling so scared that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Brendan said indifferently, "Scratch your palm. If someone else does it, there will be a gash."

"Mr. Conrad, are you serious?"

"Do you think I'm joking? And don't ever show up in front of me again."