“Mr. Scott, will you please let me go first?” Amelia said in an indifferent tone, her expression cold.
Carter stared at her passionately with the urge to caress her cheeks, but his actions didn’t go unnoticed. Amelia added frigidly, “If you do this, we can’t even be friends from now on. I’ll tender my resignation, and there’ll be no need for us to meet in the future.”
He stared fixedly at her. “Amelia, can you change back into the old you? Although you didn’t use to be this poised, you were kind and innocent. You were never cold to me either.”
The old Amelia Winters gave him the feeling that he could still retain control. But the new Amelia Winters wore sarcastic smiles on her face and greeted everyone with proper yet distant etiquette. At times, he felt like tearing away the facade she wore to find out if she was still the same Amelia Winters she was all those years ago.
He missed the old Amelia dearly. Her smile back then had been contagious like an angel of sunshine.
Amelia was taken aback by his words. “Time changes people, Mr. Scott. The old Amelia disappeared the day she was framed. The present Amelia you see before you is a gold digger who’s only fond of materialistic things, or else she wouldn’t have gotten married to the successor of Clinton Corporations.”
Pain flashed in Carter’s eyes. As if driven mad, he tried to kiss Amelia’s neck, only to be shoved away and received one tight slap in return.
“Are you done, Carter Scott?” Amelia stared coldly at him. “I’m not sure what triggered you today. I can pretend nothing happened earlier. But if this were to repeat itself, then we’ll no longer be friends.”
The longer he looked at her, the more his heart ached.
“You said you’re materialistic. The Scotts’ assets aren’t inferior to the Clintons. As long as you name the price, I’ll give you anything you want. If you could sell yourself to Oscar Clinton, why can’t you sell yourself to me?” he questioned in a heavy voice.
“It’s working hours right now, Mr. Scott. Can we stop fooling around now?”
“You should know that I don’t make jokes. You said Oscar Clinton bought you with his money, then so can I. Name it. No matter how much you want, I’m willing to give, even if it means my entire family’s fortune.”
She looked at him in slight despair and sighed. “Carter, you’re a real friend to me. I never expected to hear this from you someday.”
“I have no intention to hurt you, Amelia. But if this is the only way for me to have you, then I’m willing to give up all my assets in exchange,” he emphasized, his eyes red.
Amelia felt like her heart was stabbed. She had truly regarded Carter Scott as a friend. Yet, he was viewing her with prejudice.
Though she had mixed feelings inside, she grinned. “How generous of you, Mr. Scott. But to give up your assets for a woman like me, is that worth it?”
There was no hesitation when he answered, “Yes! As long as it’s you, it’s worth it.”
“I never knew I was this valuable.”
Whipping out the checkbook he always carried, he tore out a piece and said, “It’s an empty check. Fill up the amount as you wish.”
“If I were to divorce Oscar Clinton, he would give me ten percent of Clinton Corporations’ shares. Do you reckon you could give me more than he could?”
Carter’s eyes flashed. Noticing that, Amelia continued, “Didn’t you say you were willing to give me all your assets? Why? Are you reconsidering now?”
“I am willing. But I’m not worth as much as Clinton Corporations’ ten percent shares right now. If you’ll give me two years, I’ll definitely grow the company,” Carter promised solemnly.
“Then let’s shelf this until you’ve grown the company, Mr. Scott. I’m not a fan of empty promises. After all, you’ve left the Scotts. Your own capabilities cannot be compared to Oscar Clinton’s. Did you think I’d give up such a big financial backer like him for you?”
“You’ve truly changed, Amelia.” Carter stared fixedly at her, no longer recognizing the person before him.
Amelia broke into guffaws for a good minute, unable to stop herself. “I never thought you’d say something so stupid either, Mr. Scott. Many years have passed. I’m not the only one who changed. You have, too. No, I should say, everyone is constantly changing. I feel like the present me is the most authentic.”
Carter leaned in to pinch her chin. “Amelia, you’ll be with me as long as I could give you ten percent shares of Clinton Corporations?”
She subtly shook off his grasp and said, “If you still regard me as a friend, then please respect me a little so we could both live in peace. Otherwise, if I could manage to vanish for the last few years, I can most certainly do it again.”
Reluctantly, he released her, his eyes filled with anguish. “Do you hate me so much, Amelia?”
She shook her head. “No, Mr. Scott. It’s because I treat you as a real friend that I do not wish for you to view me that way.”
Carter chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head. “If I don’t do this, then I’ll never have a chance this lifetime.”
“Mr. Scott, I promise you. If I were to divorce Oscar Clinton, I’ll reserve a position for you, but it’s definitely not now. Don’t lower yourself to such a state for someone like me. If we’re fated, we’ll naturally get together in the future. If we’re not, I hope you don’t force me.”
“Are you for real?” He wasn’t as hopeless anymore.
She nodded.
Finally, Carter smiled, slightly flustered. “Did I hurt you earlier, Amelia?”
She shook her head in response. “It’s working hours. May we return to work now?”
Having returned to his senses, he said apologetically, “I’m sorry. I was too impulsive and wasn’t thinking straight.”
“I’ve put it at the back of my head, Mr. Scott. I hope you don’t think the worse of me, but I do love money. Back then, your parents tricked me to shoulder the debt and even implicated Tiff. She’s the person you should be feeling apologetic toward. If you can, I hope you’ll apologize to her on behalf of your parents.”
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