Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 335

Daniel's words weren't just confident—they sounded sure.

Dawn didn't really buy it. "You think you can go against Jonathan?"

"Why not?"

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Besides, if he doesn't know where you've gone, he won't know I had anything to do with it. How is that going against him?"

He had a point.

Conflict would only start when you got caught.

If she disappeared without a trace, and Jonathan couldn't even find her, then there would be no conflict.

Dawn narrowed her eyes a bit. "I still don't get it. Why do you want to help me?"

"Like I said before—I'm not helping you. I'm helping myself."

Daniel crossed his legs. His gentle face made him look like a polite gentleman, but the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him look a little like a classy troublemaker.

He smiled. "You and Ms. West seem to have some misunderstanding. She gave you a hard time recently. Think of this as me paying you back for her."

This sounded too official and one-sided. Dawn didn't believe it.

But the more she thought about it, she couldn't think of any other reason.

The person behind Daniel was the chairman of Stonewarden Group—someone she had never heard of or met.

Why would that person help her? Was it really because of Roxanne?

Dawn frowned. "I don't need it."

"Reason?" Daniel wasn't surprised. "Ms. Porter, can you tell me why you're refusing my help?"

"It's simple." Dawn shrugged. "You and I barely know each other, and I don't even get along with Ms. West. Why would I trust you?

"Compared to you, I've known Jonathan for years. I may not know all his motives, but I trust his character. If you were in my position ... what would you choose?"

This really was how she felt.

Daniel seemed to think she had a point, and he stayed quiet.

After a moment, he smiled.

"So you really won't consider it at all, Ms. Porter?"

"No."

Dawn had no interest in dragging it out. She turned to Victor. "Please see Mr. Brown out."

Victor nodded politely and gestured. "Mr. Brown, this way please."

Daniel's smile almost slipped, but he knew Dawn wouldn't change her mind. He had no choice but to leave.

Victor walked him out, then came back and stood by the door again.

Not moving. No expression.

Like a wooden post.

Dawn swirled her cup and wandered over to him, a faint smirk on her lips. "I'm curious. How do you stay so calm working for two people? When you saw Daniel out just now, he didn't blame you?"

Anna had just started to speak when a deep male voice suddenly cut in. "Whose call is that?"

Huh?

There was silence on both sides.

"Um—"

Dawn and Anna spoke at the same time, then both stopped. Anna's voice suddenly turned strained. "Gotta go! Glad you're okay. Talk later!"

Beep beep—

Call ended.

Dazed, Dawn handed the phone back to the bodyguard—then realized she'd given it to the wrong person. She turned and passed it to Victor instead.

It was afternoon. People in the community were coming back from work, and kids were coming back from school.

People walking dogs, strolling, playing with balls.

Dawn walked aimlessly, taking in all the scenes around her.

She hadn't gone far when she spotted Jonathan's car—a sleek, black Mercedes, its prominent emblem signaling status.

When he saw her, the car pulled over.

He stepped out from the back seat, his long legs drawing glances from passersby.

He was holding a small mango cake. The clear packaging made it look delicate and tasty.