When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 550

She went quiet for a moment before asking, "So… when are you coming back on the third?"

The moment she said it, Jonathan's mouth tugged into this small, unconscious smile. The tension in his brow eased a little. "Not sure yet. I'll come back as early as I can. Can you wait for me?"

"Yeah."

After they hung up, Anneliese turned to Jessica. "Relax. He's not telling Zane anything for now."

Jessica nodded and leaned her head on Anneliese's shoulder. "I kinda heard bits of it. Annie, I don't know what happened between you two, but he really seems to care. Men don't usually stay that patient during a fight.

"They don't take the softer route or try to calm things down like that—especially someone like him who's used to being in charge and having everyone fall in line. Whatever's going on, you two should talk it out. Don't let some dumb misunderstanding blow up on you."

Anneliese held Jessica's hand. "Yeah."

Perhaps it's just a misunderstanding after all. I shouldn't panic like that or take Elizabeth's words at face value. Her intentions are so obviously spiteful…

…

Meanwhile, Jonathan hung up, and his handsome face tightened a little. If I still don't pick up on Anneliese acting off, then I'm just way too oblivious.

The man lowered his eyes, replaying yesterday's events in his mind. He pinpointed the exact moment Anneliese's mood had shifted. With long strides, he swung the villa's door open and called out to a servant.

"Get everyone who was on duty in the villa yesterday afternoon."

The servants were quickly gathered. Outside the study, they lined up in two neat rows, exchanging nervous glances. None of them could quite figure out what was going on.

Jonathan wasn't the type to act like a spoiled brat. He didn't torment the staff for fun, and he certainly didn't take out a bad mood on them.

On the surface, he looked stern, almost intimidating, with a presence that commanded respect. But anyone who spent time around him knew he was calm, even-tempered, and perfectly content being alone. He handled most things himself and rarely needed to boss the staff around.

For him to call everyone together like this, it was obvious something serious had happened.

The servants were on edge, whispering among themselves, but nobody could make sense of it.

The study door opened. Jonathan was wearing a perfectly tailored, sharply cut Eastern-style suit. Underneath was a crisp white Eastern-collar shirt. No tie, no accessories. The only detail was the subtle cloud pattern embroidered along the collar, catching tiny flashes of black and gold in the sunlight.

He stood there, tall and upright, but his whole presence radiated the commanding, refined aura of an old-money heir.

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