Amelie walked downstairs. With two beeps, the door of her car was unlocked. Just as she was about to reach for the door handle, a figure in white blocked her path. Frowning, she looked up, and under the dim lighting of the underground parking lot, she saw a well-maintained face that carried a sense of incredible haughtiness. Melissa?
Caution quickly appeared on Amelie’s face but was hidden beneath her mask.
“Miss Foxy,” Melissa addressed her immediately. Miss?
Amelie had heard that Melissa had been looking for her, but she didn’t expect Melissa to show up here. Amelie looked her up and down. She noticed that Melissa was all smiles, without the usual snooty and arrogant attitude. Upon seeing Amelie, Melissa even slightly bowed, and her gaze looked much more kind.
Amelie did not respond but merely stood there with cold eyes. Melissa did not mind her aloofness either. Lifting the platinum bag around her arm slightly, she said, “Miss Foxy, I’m your most loyal fan. I’ve been watching your show recently. Your live broadcast is so interesting. It’s funny and entertaining, yet not too overboard. No wonder so many people like it.”
Melissa watches my live broadcast? That’s unexpected. Amelie couldn’t help but be surprised. Imagine what her reaction would be if she finds out that her favorite internet celebrity is her ex-daughter-in-law whom she despises.
Amelie’s face was covered by the mask, and Melissa couldn’t see Amelie’s expression at all, nor did she know Amelie’s true identity. Amelie ignored her, but that did not Melissa make awkward and she continued to babble, “I just came from the TV station and happened to see you two talking. I can tell you’re very close. Oh, I forgot to introduce that my son’s name is Leo. Leo Alston from the Genesis Company.”
When Melissa mentioned Leo, her face lit up with a special glow. She intentionally added the words “Genesis Company.” Although her son Leo didn’t care much about her, his reputation was well-known. Just mentioning his name drew countless envious looks. Melissa naturally loved to be in the limelight and particularly enjoyed being looked up to.
“My son is such a serious person, isn’t he? Oh well, what can I do? He’s in charge of such a big company all by himself at such a young age. If he’s not strict, how can he control people?” Melissa couldn’t help but go on and on, “But with you by his side, his character will definitely change for the better. Heh, you two should hang out more often. Come to the Alston Residence. It’s tiring to go so far out and it’s not very private either.”
Feeling speechless, Amelie stared at the grinning Melissa and gradually realized something. Does she think I’m dating Leo? Where did this logic come from?
Melissa was originally uncertain about Leo’s feelings for Foxy. After all, she had been unable to find Foxy for so long, so she decided to tail Leo. She didn’t expect to find Foxy so easily just by doing that. Melissa had no idea that Leo hadn’t seen Foxy in a long time. She thought that since she succeeded in finding Foxy after tailing Leo just once, they must be together every day. If they are together every day, then it is clear how close their relationship is. Now that Melissa had confirmed their relationship, she was even more eager to impress Foxy.
She even went up to Amelie and patted her on the shoulder, saying, “Come to Alston Residence more often. I will prepare delicious food for you. We have plenty of rooms, so even if you want to stay overnight, it’s no problem.” Melissa was so desperate to please Amelie that she forgot all about decency and just wanted them to get together quickly and sleep together. She had been politely addressing Foxy as “Miss Foxy” just now, and now she even offered to cook for Foxy.
“Leo is a reserved person and may not know how to take the initiative. But I’m sure he won’t change his mind since he’s interested in you. You gotta take the lead sometimes,” Melissa said, hinting at what she wanted. She almost asked Amelie to jump Leo right then and there.
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