The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 1129

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1129

Madelyn retorted, “No, you’re overthinking. I just don’t know what to draw.”

Margaret said, “Oh! Ms. Jent, I’ve been working for you for a long time. I can read you like a book. You’re worried

that Mr. Jardin is out there painting the town red, aren’t you?”

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Madelyn suddenly exerted force in her hand, breaking the paintbrush in half, ” Enough! Stop saying anything.”

Margaret was caught off guard when Madelyn, usually easygoing, suddenly blew up. However, she had seen

through it ages ago as someone so experienced. No matter what happened in the past, any lingering resentment in

Madelyn’s heart would gradually dissolve with time. Though Margaret did not know what exactly happened to

Madelyn, judging from her habits and subtle actions, she had long accepted Zach deep down.

Though Dalton was not Zach and Madelyn’s blood, anyone with a keen eye could see that Zach regarded him as his

own, even though he gave Dalton the cold shoulder. On the other hand, despite Madelyn seeming kind to Dalton,

she never genuinely accepted him deep down. Margaret had no choice but to carry Dalton out of the art studio.

Buzz!

The phone on the side vibrated. Madelyn picked up her phone and saw a message from Kai detailing the safety

exits at Eternal Seasons and the escape routes she should take.

Kai messaged: [Zach is clever. He will hold the wedding banquets in dual locations to prevent your escape; you

wouldn’t be able to expect where he would eventually choose to take place. He’s got personnel on both sides.

You’ve got two chances to leave, but those two might be challenging. We might need to make our move at a

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different time.]

Madelyn looked at the long message, and her heart started racing. She replied: [Okay.]

Madelyn gripped her phone, and her heart pounded wildly, ‘If this attempt to leave fails, Zach will make good on his

threat to break my legs.’

Dalton was outside, gripping the doorknob, not wanting to leave. Margaret saw he was about to cry again, so she

immediately covered his mouth. She said, “Ms. Jent is in a bad mood now. It’s best not to bother her. If you bug her

now, Mr. Jardin will probably give your behind a good spanking when he returns.”

“Ah!” Dalton exclaimed, quickly letting go as if he were scared. It was strange. Dalton was just a one-year-old, but it

seemed like he understood those words.