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gust . " Just because you apologize doesn't mean I'll forgive you . I've had enough of you . Don't ever let me see you again ! " Sonny's whole aura was Connor through and through - he was seriously channeling his dad right now , copying him to a tee . The way he spoke just then was legit intimidating , like he'd picked up Connor's knack for making people nervous . Tessa kept her head bowed , looking every bit the brokenhearted victim , but beneath it all , no one noticed the sheer hatred burning in her eyes . Melanie's expression darkened .

" You're not even married to Connor yet and already rough with Sonny ? What's gonna happen if you really become his stepmom ? " Melanie shot Tessa a glare , her voice sharp . Tessa blurted out , " I'll change , I promise ! You can have someone watch me if you want ! " Melanie stayed silent . Connor finally cut in , " We'll discuss this later . Mom , what brings you to Norhill ? " Melanie was still handling things for Paxton and the rest of the Ford family back in Jupiton , so her suddenly turning up in Norhill clearly meant something else was going on .

" It's nothing serious , just a little mess - up on your dad's end , " Melanie said . Connor's gaze turned sharp . Chapter 239 35 vouchers At such a critical moment , any slip - up could seriously jeopardize the Norhill branch's future . When Tessa heard Melanie's words , her lips unconsciously curled into a faint , cold smirk . Xylia had nearly finished crafting the Tang suit for George Jennings , and Beatrice Spencer had taken time out of her day to come to Xylia's company just to see it in person .

The moment Beatrice saw the Tang suit , you could tell from her face - she was seriously impressed . The navy Tang suit was covered with twelve lifelike crane motifs , each one stitched with such care and precision that it was better than any luxury brand out there . Beatrice Spencer gently traced the embroidered patterns with her fingertips and asked Xylia , " Ms. Sadler , did you do this embroidery yourself ? " Xylia shook her head . " Honestly , I'm not that good with a needle ," she admitted with a smile . " I got one of Norhill's top embroiderers to help out .

Those twelve crane patterns stand for longevity and nobility- only the very best could do justice to it and make the suit special . " Beatrice looked really pleased . " Ms. Sadler , you truly put a lot of thought into this ," Beatrice said warmly . " It's still early - how about I treat you to a nice meal ? " Xylia politely declined . " I've got some things to handle later , so maybe next time ? Beatrice , if you think the suit needs any tweaks , just let me know anytime . " But Beatrice acted like she hadn't even heard Xylia turn her down . " So if lunch's out , how about dinner ?

" Beatrice pressed . " Will you join me after work ? " Xylia stared at Beatrice in silence . ' Why is she so insistent on grabbing dinner with me ? ' Xylia wondered . But seeing how persistent Beatrice was , Xylia couldn't bring herself to turn her down . She thought for a moment and said , " Alright , Beatrice . You can send me the address later ." " All set , then ," Beatrice replied with a warm smile . With that , Beatrice headed out . 13:07 Mon , Sep 22 Chapter 239 : When Xylia got back to the office , she immediately told Josie what had happened .

Joshua was busy outside , so Xylia didn't bother him about any of it . 458 35 vouchers Josie knew all about the bad blood between the Sadler family and the Jennings clan . Knowing Beatrice was one of the Jennings , she started getting worried for Xylia . " Beatrice probably knows your background , " Josie warned , frowning . " Tonight's dinner could be a total setup - you better watch your back . " Xylia just nodded in agreement . At eight o'clock sharp , Xylia showed up at the restaurant for her dinner with Beatrice .

Beatrice was already waiting , looking perfectly at ease as she took her place at one end of the table . There was also some guy sitting next to her - a total stranger to Xylia . ' Who's he supposed to be ? ' she wondered . I