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    Jonathan was puzzled about how Margo had established connections with Mechuique’s top officials, leaving him feeling deeply vexed.


    Margo knew all too well how much Jonathan disliked her.


    She said icily, “I know you can’t stand me, but I’m here because there is something important I need to discuss. If you help me with this, I promise you will never hear from me again.”


    Margo genuinely harbored feelings for Jonathan, but affection paled inparison to the desperate need to protect her family.


    Besides, men had only ever added turbulence to her life, not calm.


    Jonathan’s curiosity was piqued immediately.


    Dealing with a woman like Margo was something he couldn’t tolerate, and his family was urging him not to make any hasty decisions.


    He found himself standing at a crossroads.


    Jonathan knew just how far Margo’s obsession with him reached.


    For her to make such an offer, her request would be monumental. Though tempted, he didn’t give in right away.


    “Tell me what you want first.”


    Margo didn’t beat around the bush.


    “Just tell me why Harlee acted against me, and I’ll never bother you again.”


    Jonathan blinked. If Harlee hadn’t mentioned it, he never would have known that Interpol’s recent arrest of Margo and Wesson was her doing.


    Asking him to exin Harlee’s motives? That was like asking the impossible.


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    Jonathan reclined in his chair, his eyes flickering. Masking his real thoughts, he replied, “You must be joking. You know Harlee’s methods better than anyone.


    Asking me to unravel her intentions? Do you want me dead, or perhaps you are seeking a death wish for yourself?”


    Margo froze, her expression faltering. She hadn’t fully considered this aspect. She believed it was just a simple question about motives, forgetting that Harlee was not someone who could be easily figured out.


    Feeling a knot tighten in her stomach, Margo knelt before Jonathan, marking the first time she had ever done so.


    Jonathan’s breath caught in his throat.


    “What are you—?”


    Margo remained on her knees, her gaze cast downward in a gesture of respect.


    “What if I ask you to inquire directly from her? If you can get Harlee to tell you why she acted against me, I’ll never trouble you again.”


    Seeing the usually proud Margo on her knees before him, Jonathan felt an odd sensation. In the end, his innate kindness won out.


    “Fine. I’ll agree to that.”


    Margo’s voice softened in gratitude.


    “Thank you.”


    With that, she turned and left without a backward nce. She trusted Jonathan. If he made a promise, he would keep it.


    The reason she left in such a rush was simple.


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