Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 259

Their conversation continued a bit longer before Madisyn decided to return downstairs.

As she re-entered the living room, she noticed a woman leaning in close to Andrew, their arms nearly touching in what seemed an intimate gesture.

Just then, Susan appeared beside her, a look of concern etched on her face.

“Madisyn, bad news!”

“What happened?” Madisyn inquired, sensing the urgency in Susan’s voice.

“That woman over there! I think she’s taken a liking to Mr.

Klein.

I’ve been observing them while you were upstairs.

She’s been making quite an effort to flirt with him,” Susan reported with a serious tone.

As Madisyn’s devoted friend, Susan was protective and alert, keen on safeguarding her friend’s interests.

Madisyn’s gaze turned frosty as she observed the duo.

They indeed seemed too close for comfort, stirring an unexpected surge of bitterness and anger within her.

Without hesitation, Madisyn approached them and asked, “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course, you can! Here, take my seat,” Waylon responded instantly, offering her his seat.

Dane turned to Susan.

“What about you? Would you like to join us as well?”

Susan hesitated, her eyes flicking between Madisyn and the table.

For her friend’s sake, she decided to stay and agreed.

Together, Madisyn and Susan joined the game.

The woman fixed Madisyn with a smile that was both mysterious and calculating.

“Miss Johns, you must be quite good at this.

Please, go easy on me.

”

“Not at all,” Madisyn responded, her expression cool and composed, her features as striking and refined as a figure from a classical oil painting.

As the next round commenced, it became evident that the woman was singling out Madisyn, perhaps trying to unsettle her.

Yet, Madisyn remained stoic, unaffected by the challenge, and soon claimed victory with graceful ease.

The woman’s frustration was palpable as she clenched her teeth, masking her irritation with a strained smile.

“Miss Johns, you seem to carry quite a bit of luck.

”

Without pause, another round began, and the woman’s tactics grew more aggressive.

However, Madisyn, adept and perceptive, continued to dominate the game, reading the table like an open book and securing another win effortlessly.

Leaning closer to Andrew, the woman adopted a sweet tone of grievance.

“Mr.

Klein, did you see that? Miss Johns is so good, I simply can’t compare.

”

Madisyn’s grip tightened around her cards, bending them sharply as she observed the flirtatious exchange.

Andrew, typically distant and reserved with women, unexpectedly responded with a smile.

“Indeed, a bit more practice might do you good.

”

“Mr.

Klein, will you help me practice more in the future?” the woman asked, her voice dripping with suggestion.

“I’U think about it,” he replied noncommittally.

A wave of anger surged through Madisyn at the interaction, her emotions roiling as she had never seen Andrew be nice to another woman like that.

Why was he displaying such kindness towards this particular woman, especially in her presence?

A sharp ache pierced Madisyn’s chest as she watched him interact with the woman.

Her emotions, a tangled mesh of disappointment and confusion, prompted a cold declaration.