Chapter 376
Jonah grinned, "Alright, let's grab some dinner first."
Constance glanced at Jonah and suddenly asked, "Mr. Getty, you mentioned you knew me before. Can you tell me what kind of person I was?"
Jonah was caught off guard, not expecting her to be curious about her past. After a few moments of silence, he slowly began, "Let me tell you about your past with Mr. Clinton."
Constance's brow furrowed slightly, but she nodded. "Okay."
"You and Mr. Clinton didn't have the best relationship. At one point, you were on the brink of divorce. When I saw you back then, it seemed like you weren't happy in your marriage with him."
From Jonah's story, Constance heard about a different version of herself. It felt weird; she used to be that person.
Outside the restaurant, Felix's cold eyes were locked on Jonah and Constance. Seeing her smile at Jonah, a wave of jealousy surged within him. She had never smiled at him like that!
He took a deep breath and suddenly didn't want to hold back anymore. 'I'm Constance's legal husband, so why should I be here watching her have dinner with another guy?'
With that thought, Felix pushed open the car door. Just as he was about to step out, his phone rang.
He answered it immediately, and a cold voice came from the other end. "Felix, Mr. Courtenay wants you to come to the house."
Felix's grip on the phone tightened, and his voice turned icy, "I'm busy right now."
The next second, the voice on the other end said, "If you don't want anything to happen to Constance, come over immediately!"
Felix snapped, "If you dare touch her, I won't let you off!"
"If you want her to be safe, don't defy me." Without giving Felix a chance to respond, the other party hung up.
Felix sat there for a moment before coldly saying, "To Greenwood Mansion."
James, sitting in the passenger seat, was shocked. It wasn't until the car had driven far that he reacted and looked back at Felix. "Mr. Clinton, isn't Greenwood Mansion..."
Felix's biological father lived there. When the Clinton Group first entered Thundertop, James and Felix had visited Greenwood Mansion once, but that visit ended badly. Since then, Felix had never gone back.
Seeing Felix's cold expression, James didn't ask any more questions and sat quietly.
An hour later, the black Cayenne stopped at the entrance of Greenwood Mansion.
Felix said coldly, "Wait for me in the car," then pushed open the door and got out.
As he approached the entrance, a servant opened the door for him. "Mr. Clinton, Mr. Courtenay is waiting for you in the study."
Led by the servant, Felix walked into the study where Beauchamp Courtenay, without looking up from his document, said with a casual yet undeniably authoritative tone, "Sit on the sofa for a while. I'll finish this document."
Felix's eyes were devoid of any warmth as he coldly said, "Mr. Courtenay, I'm also very busy. If you have something to say, please say it now. I don't have time to wait for you to finish reading."
Hearing this, Beauchamp put down the document and looked up at him. "Is this how you talk to me?"
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Felix's eyes. "You only contributed a sperm. You neither gave birth to me nor raised me. Do you deserve to be called a father?"
"You bastard!" Beauchamp picked up a nearby cup and threw it at Felix.
Felix dodged it and coldly stared at him. "Mr. Courtenay, it seems you have nothing to say to me. I'll be leaving now."
Just as Felix turned to leave, Beauchamp's cold, threatening voice cut through the air. "If you dare step out of this study, believe me, Constance won't see the light of day tomorrow."
Felix spun around, his gaze icy. "You dare!"
Beauchamp's eyes were filled with a dark menace. "Try me!"
"If you harm her, I'll make sure you pay with your life!" Felix vowed.
Beauchamp sneered, "Do you think you have the power to challenge me? You can't even handle the Drake family, and you want to take me on?"
Felix glared at him, impatience flashing in his eyes. "What exactly do you want?"
"Divorce Constance. She's not good enough for you. I'll find you a more suitable wife."
Felix shot back, "No way. In this lifetime, I won't marry anyone but her!"
A hint of sarcasm flickered in Beauchamp's eyes. "As far as I know, she doesn't seem to want to be with you."
"That's between us. It has nothing to do with you."
Beauchamp said, "Anyway, I won't let you two be together. The last car accident was a warning. If you keep seeing her, she'll be the one to get hurt."
Felix's face turned grim. "Was the last incident your doing?"
Facing Felix's reddened eyes, Beauchamp's expression remained unchanged. "So what if it was? Can you kill me?"
"I can't kill you now, but I won't let this go. And don't think you can control my life." Felix's whole body was tense, his face icy.
Beauchamp stared at him, enunciating each word, "I'm making you leave her for her own good. She's not worthy of your status. Being with you will only bring her harm. If you don't want her to suffer more, leave her now. Otherwise, you'll both end up in pain."
The Courtenay Family's situation was very complicated. Constance entering it would be like a rabbit entering a wolf's den, only to be devoured without a trace.
Felix sneered, his expression mocking, "Because you were useless and couldn't protect my mom, you want me to give up the person I love now?"
Beauchamp's face turned extremely ugly, and he angrily said, "Felix, I'm doing this for your own good! No matter what, you will inherit the Courtenay Family in the future. Constance is just an adopted daughter of the Drake family. Do you really think the Drake family will treat her as their own?"
Timothy appeared gentle on the surface but was actually the best at weighing pros and cons. That was why he married Eliza and gave up his first love.
So he wouldn't and couldn't fight the Courtenay Family for Constance. If Constance married in, she would be isolated and helpless, and it wouldn't help Felix at all.
Felix said coldly, "Mr. Courtenay, you seem to have misunderstood. My last name is Clinton, and yours is Courtenay. The Courtenay Family has nothing to do with me, and I won't inherit it. There are plenty of people in the Courtenay Family; just pick one."
With that, Felix turned and left, his entire demeanor exuding coldness.
Beauchamp watched his back, almost having a heart attack from anger. He couldn't figure out who Felix took after!
Neil Lewis, the butler, walked into the study and sighed, "Mr. Courtenay, you haven't lived with Felix for so many years. You can't be so forceful when talking to him, or you'll only push him further away."
Beauchamp frowned and said coldly, "Did he look like he was planning to have a proper conversation with me?"
Neil couldn't help but laugh. "In this regard, Felix is just like you, both so stubborn."
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