Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 298

Kingsley went in front of Amy. He didn't expect to see her here. Since the day she got sick and fell on the floor, he had been worried about her all along. But when he finally finished all the work and returned to the hospital, Amy was already gone. He was deeply disappointed.

However, it seemed like God had heard of his thought and arranged him to meet his secret love here. When he saw Amy just now, he was in a hurry to ask around and was informed that no family was invited here today, only the leaders from each company.

Kingsley was pretty shocked at the finding. The woman he liked was the CEO of the Newell Group. No wonder she was so special.

"I find it bizarre to call you 'Ms. Newell'. How about I call you 'Amy'? That sounds much better, doesn't it?" Kingsley squeezed himself in between Amy and Finnley, trying to part the pair.

"You must be the assistant. Well, go get us some food." Kingsley ordered Finnley, who glared back at Kingsley: he was her assistant now!

"What? You don't seem happy. Looks like somebody's got too much temper for being an assistant. Amy, you've spoiled your people. For people like this, you need to educate them hard and make them listen well." Finnley was repulsed by the absurdity of Kingsley's words, and left right away to the food section.

"This is more like it. Geez… who does he think he is? Amy, the day you were in hospital, I wanted to be with you. But I got some family shit then… you were not mad at me right?" He finally showed a sincere face.

"Mr. Carr, I don't think we're that close. It's none of my business what you do. How would I be mad at you? Well, you're the star today, so I'll leave you with the crowds now. I think you better talk to those people." Amy didn't want to continue the conversation.

Kingsley looked around in the ballroom, pointed to the people and said to Amy.

"Amy, you want me to talk to those guys? Look at them, they're all disgusting men with their stupidly big heads and beer bellies. You think I can still have a good appetite looking at them? Am I annoying you now?" He retrieved his eyes from these people. Honestly, the setting of this party was not too bad, with a light blue tone that added to its character. The only thing that made him sick was the people here.

"Yes, you're annoying me all the time. I dislike you." Amy spilled out to Kingsley in a direct manner.

For any other man, hearing this, he should be so ashamed that he would leave right away and never talk to Amy again. However, this wasn't the case for Kingsley.

"Oh, you dislike me? It's OK, I like you and that's enough. And I'll make you like me eventually. I have a lot of good things in me. You gotta discover them bit by bit." He didn't show any sign of embarrassment on his face at all.

"Mr. Carr, Ms. Newell said she doesn't like you. You should back off now. We're about to eat, and we don't want to be in the way of your business." Finnley came back with two plates full of food. He had no reason to be polite to Kingsley either.

"She's not fond of me, alright. But what does that have to do with you? So you brought us food." He reached out a hand to grab the plate.

"Not for you, for us. You can go get it yourself." Finnley pulled Amy away and went to the nearest table, then put the plates down.

Kingsley was given a complete cold shoulder. He glanced at Finnley and followed him to the table.

"Miss Newell, there's something I must tell you. Your assistant…" Finnley realized that Kingsley was going to say something unusual. He didn't expect him to play such a mean trick.