Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 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; I 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 let me know."

Angela chuckled. "Why do I feel like we're becoming more like friends instead of a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"

Fiona rolled her eyes. "Whether we become in-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 do me a favor?"

"Tell me," Fiona asked, lowering her voice.

No 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 some self-defense training," Angela said. "Do you know any good coaches or have someone to recommend for kickboxing? Either male or female is fine; I don't mind."

This thought had been on her mind for quite some time. Once she inevitably parted ways with Dexter and no longer had the protection of the Bamford family, all kinds of trouble might come knocking at her door. She couldn't afford to let her guard down.

"No problem." Fiona agreed without hesitation. "I'll have them come over 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.

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. I'll adjust the training routines and durations based on your condition and also plan all your meals for the day. In other words, from today on, I'll be deeply involved in every aspect of your life. I hope we can work well together," Joanne replied.

Angela was quite satisfied with her professionalism and teased with a smile, "Can I make a small request then?"