Chapter 953 (1/2)

Half an hour after Jonathan left his place.

When he left, his face was a little ugly, and he managed to restrain his anger.

Who does that mean woman think she is, who dares to act in the name of the Astor family after remarriage?

Britain, can you stay in England and have a good rest?

Did she look down on herself? Jonathan was frozen.

Madeleine, who was worrying about her life in London at this time, did not know that more trouble was coming.

Madeleine became irritated at the same time. She had tasted the sweetness of ammunition.

Who would want to let go of the money that is almost for nothing.

However, the current situation has been unable to copy the previous situation, Madeleine had to find another way.

According to the information she got by chance, the Allies were planning a large-scale campaign, and maybe she should look for opportunities in it.

It's just that Madeleine is obviously not a patient person.

After waiting anxiously for half a month, she began to think about other possibilities.

If you can reach out to the Far East, it may be another way out.

Just, what kind of identity should she use to contact?

The friendship between Jonathan and Charlie Lee might be the answer she was looking for.

”Madame.” The housekeeper appeared and whispered, ”telegram from America.”

”Who is it?” Madeleine was a little curious.

”Er... If you read it correctly, the signature is Astor IV.” The housekeeper looked up carefully at the back of the hostess.

Madeleine's body trembled, as if frozen on the sofa, the housekeeper quickly buried his head again.

”Bring it here.” Taking a deep breath, Madeleine thought to herself, ”why should I feel nervous? Now she is not the same as she used to be.”

The telegram was soon handed to her, and Madeleine's face was natural, but her trembling hand revealed her inner tension.

When she opened the telegram and read it carefully, her face became very wonderful.

After reading the last word with anger and shame, Madeleine jumped to her feet and tore the telegram to pieces.

”Damned Jonathan, wild, mean bastard, if it wasn't for me, he would still be begging in the dirty slums, this bastard...”

After a short while, Madeleine sat down again panting and said, ”back to him... This is England, and I am the noble Viscount of the British Empire. If he wants to do anything, he must be prepared to pay the price.”

”Yes.” The housekeeper left with her message.

The telegram was soon sent, but Madeleine became anxious.

How dare that damned bastard threaten himself? How dare he do that? He is his mother, even if he is just a stepmother.

As a matter of fact, Jonathan had a lot of courage, which was beyond Madeleine's expectation this time.

The day after she sent the telegram, the general, who was her patron, appeared at the manor.