No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 52

**My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 52: Thirty Million Dollars or Nothing**

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“Emberfall Villa in Solara. You desired it, and I made it yours. What else do you want from me?” Ethan’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension that hung in the air.

“Thirty million dollars! Amelia, what’s next? Should I just hand over the CEO’s chair too?” His tone dripped with disdain, as if her request was the epitome of greed.

So, this was how Ethan perceived her—a woman forever hungry for more, never content with what she had.

Fine.

Amelia gradually raised her head, her gaze meeting the tempest swirling in his eyes. She remained eerily calm, a stillness that seemed almost lifeless in the face of his fury.

“Since Mr. Rowe lacks sincerity, then I suggest you stop asking me to stay.” Her voice was steady, yet it carried an undercurrent of finality that left no room for negotiation.

“And do not meddle with my choices again.”

After delivering her words, she turned away from him, opened the office door, and stepped out with an unwavering resolve.

Inside the office, Ethan remained frozen, an immovable statue caught in the grip of his emotions.

Her last cold statement reverberated in his mind like a haunting echo. Anger coursed through him, fierce and unrelenting, but beneath that fury, a more unsettling sensation simmered—a choking, unfamiliar feeling of losing control over the situation, over her.

As Amelia stepped into the hallway, she took a moment to breathe deeply, attempting to calm the tight, painful knot that had formed in her chest. But the discomfort refused to dissipate.

Her reflection glimmered on the polished floor tiles, a ghostly image of herself. The warmth that once sparkled in her eyes had been extinguished, replaced by a chilling stillness that felt almost numb.

She squared her shoulders and made her way toward the design department, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

Upon arriving at Peter’s office, she didn’t hesitate. “Mr. Zane, have you had a chance to discuss the matter?”

Peter looked flustered, his mind racing. He had just consulted with HR and learned that Amelia could legally terminate her contract at any moment. Yet, the president had yet to issue any directives.

Seeing Amelia return with an even frostier expression made his heart sink. It was clear they had clashed, and the tension was palpable.

Before he could utter a word, the office phone rang, interrupting the heavy silence. It was a call from Stellar Attire.

After the conversation concluded, Peter stood up with renewed urgency. “Let’s not dwell on this right now. Perfect timing—Ms. Bardot has just made some time in her schedule and wants to review the final designs. Amelia, prepare yourself. We’re heading there now.”

Amelia nodded, her expression unreadable. “Alright.”

She returned to her desk, swiftly copying all design files and data onto a USB drive, her movements deliberate and efficient as she prepared to leave.

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