No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 49

**Chapter 49: The Price of Freedom**

In a different part of the city, Amelia had just wrapped up her revisions, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of her work, when her phone buzzed to life with an incoming call from Beatrice.

The moment she saw the name flash on her screen, a chill ran through her.

“Great,” she muttered under her breath, her heart sinking.

Taking a deep breath, she answered. Before she could even greet her, Beatrice’s voice erupted from the speaker, furious and unrestrained. “Amelia! What did you do?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” Amelia replied, her tone steady, masking the turmoil within.

“Isn’t it you who’s been responsible for the Harlow Group losing several important deals recently?”

The words echoed in her mind, and she recalled Lily’s earlier warning.

It was time to cut ties with the Harlows once and for all.

“Beatrice,” she said, her voice measured, “let’s meet and talk.”

They agreed to meet at a bustling café downtown, a place that thrived on the energy of the city.

Amelia arrived ahead of schedule, her heart racing slightly as she stirred her latte. She watched the steam rise, her expression serene, as if she were merely waiting for a friend to join her for a casual afternoon coffee.

Moments later, Beatrice burst through the door, her presence commanding attention as she strode across the room. Without a word, she plopped down in front of Amelia, exuding a sense of superiority that was all too familiar.

She didn’t even glance at the menu. Instead, she launched straight into her tirade.

“Amelia, it seems your skills have sharpened after a brief respite.”

“Don’t think that just because you’ve found someone to support you, you can start throwing your weight around with the Harlows.”

Amelia raised her gaze slightly, her expression calm as she absorbed the venom in Beatrice’s words.

Frustration flickered in Beatrice’s eyes as she noticed Amelia’s indifference. “Grandpa still hasn’t caught wind of the deals that have fallen through. I’m warning you, if he finds out, you’ll see just how he chooses to deal with you!”

As a child, Amelia had learned all too well the repercussions of stepping out of line in the Harlow household. They had never hesitated to remind her of her place.

But this time, she simply set down her spoon with deliberate slowness.

“Your company’s losses are not my responsibility,” she stated flatly. “I didn’t handle the negotiations. I didn’t sign any contracts. You’re pointing fingers at the wrong person, Beatrice.”

“You!” Beatrice leaned in, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper, her eyes narrowing into slits. “What’s your game? You think just because the Everetts are backing you, you can speak to me like this?”

The mention of the Everetts sent a jolt through Amelia.

So, the one who had saved her that fateful night, the one who had carried her out of the hospital, was indeed Mason.

A whirlwind of emotions surged within her, yet she maintained her composure, her face a mask of tranquility.

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