His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias) novel Chapter 43

As soon as Bethany left, Amara walked over to the reception to pay the bill.

Tobias followed after her.

"I can handle my bill." He said, reaching into his pocket.

Amara looked over her shoulder and sneered. "I'm not paying it for you. It's Bethany's bill, not yours." Saying this, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her card.

Tobias recognized it as the same black card he had seen her receive that day back at the club. He tried seeing the initials printed on it, but the receptionist's hand had covered the card before he could.

He didn't say anything, instead he reached into his pocket and picked out the extra invitation card he had in his pocket.

"Since you're so insistent on paying the bill, here, take this."

Amara didn't receive the card. She examined it in his waiting hand.

"What's this?"

"An invitation to Madam Sinclair's upcoming birthday anniversary. It's the least I can do for a woman like you after you paid the bill." Tobias looked indifferent as he said this.

"Firstly, were you deaf, I said I was only paying for Bethany's Bill, not yours. And secondly, I don't need this."

Tobias looked surprised for the first few seconds, before he chuckled. "You don't need it, or just pretending like you don't."

Amara's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"I know you Amara, we were married for years and I'm well aware of how inexperienced you are in business. You don't have what it takes to impress Madam Sinclair, talk less close a deal with her."

“So here,” He shoved the card towards her again. “Even though we are divorced, I’m still willing to help you.”

Amara felt beyond insulted after Tobias finished speaking. She felt so insulted to the point that she didn’t hesitate to grab a glass from a passing waiter and throw its content right on his face.

The waiter who was caught in the crossfire looked stunned beyond words, while Tobias gently wiped his face, looking baffled.

“Wake up Tobias. You think you know me? Newsflash, you don’t, because I’m no longer that stupid woman who follows your ass around.” Turning around, she collected her card from a surprised looking receptionist and faced Tobias for the last time.

“Your help has been wholeheartedly declined fucktard, so go cry about it.” Flipping him the middle finger, Amara walked away, leaving Tobias behind.

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On the way back home, Amara couldn’t help but fume about Tobias’s audacious attitude.

Who was he to try and help her? And with such a condescending tone?!

“That bastard.” She seethed, reaching for her phone when it began to ring.

When she briefly glanced at the screen and saw Bethany number, which she had managed to get during their last meeting, her brows shot up in expectation and she quickly answered the phone.

“Bethany, do you need something?”

The line was silent for a few seconds. Amara almost thought that he number had been butt dialed when Bethany’s voice came through the speaker.

“…please help me.” Bethany pleaded, sounding as if she was crying.

Amara thought of asking what happened, or why she called her, but she realized with how severe the situation was sounding, that wasn’t the best thing to ask.

Instead, she settled for the option she thought was best. “Bethany, where are you?”

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