NovelOnlineChapter 200
Later at the dining table, Fiona couldn't resist asking, "Why are you acting so quickly now? Before, you were
always dragging your feet and holding back."
Angela took a bite of food and smiled faintly. "I was waiting for the right moment. Bill is so cunning; | had to wait
for him to reveal all his cards before taking action."
Fiona nodded in agreement and poured her a glass of peach juice. "Not bad. It was both smart and bold. You'll be
the head of Graham Group soon. If you need any help, just letknow."
Angela chuckled. "Why do | feel like we're becoming more like friends instead of a mother-in-law and daughter
in-law?"
Fiona rolled her eyes. "Whether we becin-laws or not is still up to you, isn't it? You're so heartless for
deciding you don't want my son and dropping him just like that. Poor him."
Angela couldn't help but laugh, but she didn't respond to the comment. Suddenly, she remembered something
and asked, "Can you doa favor?"
"Tell me," Fiona asked, lowering her voice.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo matter what kind of favor Angela needed, Fiona was already planning to secretly inform her useless son and
let him handle it.
"I want to get sself-defense training," Angela said. "Do you know any good coaches or have someone to
recommend for kickboxing? Either male or female is fine; | don't mind."
This thought had been on her mind for quite stime. Once she inevitably parted ways with Dexter and no
longer had the protection of the Bamford family, all kinds of trouble might cknocking at her door. She
couldn't afford to let her guard down.
"No problem." Fiona agreed without hesitation. "I'll have them cover tomorrow."
Angela nodded in acknowledgment and didn't think much of it. She trusted Fiona's capabilities, so there was no
need for her to worry about the matter further.
What Angela hadn't expected, though, was how incredibly efficient Fiona would be.
The next day at five in the morning, Angela was woken up by a stranger standing by her bedside.
"Ms. Graham, please wake up for training." The woman sounded very strict.
Angela almost thought she was still dreaming. What on earth was going on? "Tto get up." The woman
yanked her straight out of bed, handing her a set of workout clothes and a pair of lightweight, stylish running
shoes.
It wasn't until Angela was fully awake and had washed up that she started asking about the woman's
background.
"My names Joanne Barnes. I'm a retired provincial champion. From today onward, I'll be responsible for your daily
training and security detail." Joanne introduced herself briefly.
Angela nodded, silently marveling at how thorough Fiona was. She hadn't just found her a coach; she'd found her
a bodyguard. With Joanne around) she wouldn't have to worry about any situation, no matter where she went.
By the end of the morning training session, Angela felt like half her soul had been
drained from her body. This was too hard. She was about to cry.
"Feel free to quit if you can't keep up." Joanne handed her a towel, a trace of
disdain flashing in her eyes. "Kickboxing isn't for everyone."
That remark instantly triggered Angela's rebellious nature. "I won't quit. How many
sessions a week are we talking about?" she asked.
"Six sessions a week. During your cycle, we'll skip long-distance running. Hadjust the training routines and
durations based on
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all your
meals for the day. In other words, from today on, I'll be deeply involved in every aspect of your life. | hope we
can work well together," Joanne replied.
Angela was quite satisfied with her professionalism and teased with a smile, "Can
| make a small request then?"
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