Chapter 169 Explain to Irene

Suzanna's boots thudded against the floor as she stormed in and marched straight toward the coffee table. She slapped both palms down with a loud crack and glared at Christian. "What are you pulling now? Didn't we agree that if I behaved and stayed in that hellhole, you'd let it go? So, why did you drag me back again?" Those days at the women's finishing school had been her nightmare. She couldn't wear makeup, couldn't dye her hair, and couldn't dress the way she wanted. Day after day, it was proper-lady lessons, etiquette drills, and flower arranging and tea ceremony practice—enough to stretch her patience to the breaking point. If she hadn't been desperate to earn her freedom back, she would've blown the roof off the place. And just when she'd finally gotten used to it, Michael had shown up and politely "invited" her out. Of course she was furious. Christian turned slowly to face her. He didn't argue, and he didn't explain. Instead, he calmly slid the document Michael had just