His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias) novel Chapter 3

“The family business…” Amara muttered, laughing herself bitterly.

Well, a powerful Family Group was awaiting her back to manage yet she kept delaying it for someone who wasn't worthy of her love at all.

What did Tobias call her? A gold digger? If only he knew what family name she was born to have. The Crawford owed business everywhere in this world. If it weren't for the unexpected shipwreck, her fate would never have intersected with Tobias'.

Why should she keep on the wrong way? It was time to back home.

Seating into the black GMC Yukon, Amara picked up the call from her grandfather, Elvis Crawford.

“Grandfather, good evening.” She politely greeted, dipping her head subtly even though the man couldn’t see her.

“Evening Amara,” the old man asked directly. “Have you finally decided to stop playing house?”

"Yes," Amara replied firmly, carrying the tone of an elite who had been trained by the finest tutors.

"I'll divorce Tobias Larsen and back home soon. But I have a request, I want more time to deal with something here first."

The other end of the line was silent after her words, making her palms sweat.

Amara scrunched up her face. She just didn't want to disappear like the wind, making Tobias and Celestine think she was defeated.

“Please respect my decision Grandfather. I’m not coming home now. I don't want to leave like a loser. I want to build my name here before I go back home."

It felt like an eternity passed before Elvis spoke, “You know I especially hate when you disobey me,”

“I’m aware Grandfather. I apologize.” She apologetically bored her head, ready to accept whatever words her grandfather would throw at her. She knew she was being willful again.

“But you're right, there's no coward in our family. I'll give you a year to stay there as the manager of the London branch."

"And in return, you must have raised the company’s profit by thirty percent within a year.”

“What?! Grandfather, thirty percent, that’s three billion!”

“And? Are you incapable of doing so?”

“No.“

“Good. But let me be frank, failure to do so would also have consequences.”

“Like?”

“I have a close friend of mine whose son is interested in you. I’m sure you both would make a wonderful couple.”

Amara’s brows twitched. She understood the meaning in her grandfather’s words perfectly well.

“An arranged marriage.”

“You were fine with the first one, weren’t you? And let me tell you, unlike that bastard, Ah, I should have him castrated,” Amara chuckled lightly at how her grandfather had trailed off topic. “Unlike that bastard, Elijah is a fine man. He’d treat you well and-“

“That won’t be necessary, Grandfather,” Amara interrupted, politely. “I’ll raise the company’s profit by Thirty percent, and then I won't need this marriage anymore.”

“Yes.”

“Alright then, Deal.” Amara agreed.

“I've done that much for granddaughter, so please, decease from disobeying me once all this has come to an end.”

“Yes, grandfather. Thank you.”