Chapter 6 Apologize.

It had been several days since Amara sent the divorce paper but there was still no response. Pacing in front of the window, Amara called her attorney Philip.

"Hasn't Larsen signed it yet?"

"My apologies, Ms. Crawford," Philip sighed at the other end. "I have urged the side of Mr.Larsen but they just ignored us. I am applying for court procedures for you but we have also encountered resistance. The judge suggests that you should communicate with Mr. Larsen first."

Hearing this, Amara chuckled out of anger. What was Tobias doing now? He was the first to ask for a divorce, and now she was giving him what he wanted, yet he started to obstruct her in every possible way. What's wrong with him?!!

Taking a deep breath, Amara calmed herself. Since he wanted to play, she could play.

"I understand, Philip. I'll meet Larsen later." Amara picked up her handbag, heading to Tobias' company, Labyrinth.

She had barely walked through the revolving doors when she heard a rather familiar voice ring out from behind her.

“Amara?”

Against her better judgment, Amara turned around and met the two annoying faces. Fiona and Giselle Larsen, Tobias' sister and mother. And the extra reason for her pain in this marriage. Fiona and Giselle never liked Amara as they believed an "orphan" girl like her never matched a perfect man like Tobias.

“What the hell are you doing here, girl?” Giselle asked as she matched forward and forcefully seized Amara’s wrist. She looked her over before scoffing. “And dressed like a maid? Do you want to disgrace my son?”

Dressed like a maid? Amara didn’t really think the dress she had on, a pair of blue waist-high jeans, a white inner and stripe-colored cardigan, were clothes befitting of a maid.

But oh well, this is Giselle Larsen speaking, the woman would go to any length to diminish Amara.

Except this time around, Amara wasn’t going to stand by and listen to her words. Forcefully, she freed her hand, surprising both Giselle and Fiona.

“I’d watch my mouth if I were you.”

Her words, cold and disrespectful to Giselle’s ears, had the woman's eyes going wide and blinking in surprise.

Had Amara just talked back to her? And in such a manner at that?!

“Look at this poor rude thing!” she barked. “Have you forgotten where you stand in my son's life? How dare you be so arrogant to me?”

Amara remained silent, but the cold glare she fixed both mother and daughter with was enough to piss them off.

“This bitch seems to forget what miserable life she should have,” Fiona sneered, tanzanite eyes shining with hatred. “If it wasn't Grandpa who had taken her in, how could she be alive until today?”

“Leave, now,” Giselle demanded, her daughter's words reminded her of some unhappy memories. "Don’t bother pestering my son. Stay home, or else I’ll ask my son to divorce-”

“That won’t be necessary,” Amara interrupted. She held up the brown envelope. “Once this is signed, I'll have nothing to do with you Larsen guys. I won't give you any glance even if you beg to.”

“What?!” Fiona and Giselle exchanged looks filled with disbelief. How dare Amara file for divorce?

Before either of them could get the opportunity to question Amara, the revolving doors spun around, and out came several bodyguards in black; in the middle of them, guarded like a national treasure, were Tobias and a middle-aged man.

“What's going on here?” Tobias creased his brows when he noticed some figures stuck in the way. With Timothy Carson, his valuable client, beside him, he didn't want anyone or anything to ruin his business.

The sound of his voice had all the women turning in his direction. And at the sight of Amara, Tobias felt a sense of victory swell in his chest. See? All he had done was a little trick and she would come and surrender. Her sugar daddy was just some nouveau richer with no gut to challenge him.

“This woman is crazy, brother,” Fiona spoke up before anyone could. Her voice was so loud that it seemed like she was trying to explain the situation to an entire team rather than one person. "She said she's here to divorce you! How ridiculous!"

Tobias' face darkened at once. Amara approached him with her head high, handing him the divorce papers as soon as she was right in front of him.

“Do you think I’d come here, to beg you?” Amara chuckled. “You’re not the world’s ace, so I suggest you climb down your high horse, and oh, while you’re at it, don’t forget to show up for the court hearing.”

Tobias’s eyes twitched, clearly annoyed. Scoffing at his rather readable expression, Amara turned back around and marched to leave. However, Giselle suddenly caught her and slapped her.

"How dare you bitch speak to my son like that?!"

The slap was delivered with full force, causing her face to one side. Amara licked the corner of her mouth and tasted the blood. Without hesitation, she slapped back hard, causing Giselle to the ground and the jewelry in her hair to fall several meters away.

“How dare you hit my mother?” Tobias roared as he rushed to help his mother up. What made Amara so rude now? Even if his mother overacted, she was still the elder. However, his curse quickly caught in his throat when he turned to Amara. The red palm mark on her face was visible clearly.

"See? Tit for tat. I'm fair enough." She sneered, having no fear to his gaze. But the hurt that flashed in her eyes somehow made his heart clench. Was she treated like this when he wasn't around?

“Brother, why do you stand still? This crazy bitch just hit Mom and we should send her to jail!” Fiona yelled in anger. She waved her hands, wanting to scratch Amara's cheek.

However, her wrists had been stopped by someone. Timothy Carson was furious. His business talk with Tobias Larsen was going well earlier, but now it was all ruined until he witnessed the farce. His anger surged especially when he recognized Amaraw was the granddaughter of his old friend.

Did the Larsen know what they were doing? Who gave them the guts to bully the only daughter of the Crawfords? If Elvis Crawford knew this, he would rip them alive!

"Enough!" Timothy flung Fiona's hands back, causing her to stumble a bit. Then he turned to Tobias and questioned, “Is this how you manage your family, Mr. Larsen? Allow your mother and sister to bully your wife?"

"No wonder this lady would like to divorce you," Timothy huffed. "I also need to reconsider my cooperation with your company."

His words made both Fiona and Giselle panic. The two both looked dumbfounded and nervously glanced in Tobias' direction and they never saw his look so terrible.

Timothy Carson was considered a golden goose in Tobias' eyes. For the past year, he had worked hard to get his cooperation; now that he finally got it, he had no plan to lose it.

But seeing another man standing up for his wife was not settling well with him either. He might have problems with Amara, but it was still his family business. And he hated to be threatened.

"No, please don't," Giselle finally realized that things had gotten out of control and pleaded to Timothy. "It's none of my son's fault."

"So, whose fault do you think this is?" Timothy mocked.

Giselle couldn't help but glance at Amara with hatred. She really wanted to blame all this on Amara loudly, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that this gentleman was very protective of Amara.

'What a bitch, seducing men everywhere!' Giselle thought. But not to ruin the family business, she had to be humble first. There would be plenty of time for them to deal with Amara later.

“I was too impulsive and we...we can apologize to her.” Her words stunned her daughter. Fiona never expected she would have to bow her head to Amara one day. It was unbearable!

But under the urging gaze of her mother, Fiona had to follow it reluctantly.

“I’m sorry.”

Hearing this word come out from the mouths that had been cursing her for the past six years, Amara couldn't help but scoff. But it was not enough. There was someone else who owed her apology the most.

She turned to Tobias, "Then, how about you, Mr. Larsen?"

Tobias gritted, "Don't go too far, Amara."

"So, you're going to hide behind women like a coward?" Amara simply stared him in the eyes, with a mockery look.

Tobias clenched his fists and finally squeezed the words, "I'm sorry."

“Good,” Amara nodded. Gently, she raised her hand and dusted his suit. “And don't forget to sign those divorce papers timely, okay?”

Without waiting for his answer, she turned around and began to walk off.

“Well, our cooperation can go ahead. I'll have my assistant contact your team later,” Timothy dropped this and joined Amara in leaving without looking back. He bet the Larsen would regret how they mistreated Amara.

“What direction are you going in? Shall I give you a ride?”

Tobias didn’t take his eyes off the two, burning holes in their backs until they disappeared from his sight.

“That damn snake. She jumps at the first sign of attention from a man.” Giselle sneered.

“That’s right mother, I mean, did you see the way she smiled at Mr. Carson. Shameless.” Turning to her brother, Fiona asked. “You saw it too, right, brother?”

Tobias clenched his jaws at Fiona’s question. Of course he saw it. The way she had smiled at Timothy seemed all to friendly for someone who had no intention.

Scoffing, Tobias ran his fingers through his hair. So his dearest wife intended to have more than one sugar daddy.

How disgusting.

“Go home.” He told Fiona and his mother as he turned around and began walking back into his company.

“But brother, we came to speak to you concerning-“

“I said go home.” Tobias’s voice was ice cold, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Saying nothing more, he left his mother and sister alone and returned to his office alone. He dialed the number of James, his private detective.

The phone was answered immediately. “Sir?”

“Your twenty-four hours expired yesterday as of nine p.m. James. Are you testing my patience or have you just grown tired of the things you’ve built here in London?”

“N-no. It’s nothing like that, Mr. Larsen. Please forgive me for not calling sooner, but…” James hesitated.

“But?”

“I… ran into a little trouble while gathering data on Mrs. Larsen-“

“What trouble did you run into?”

“The more serious data of Ms. Amara is being heavily guarded!” James quickly admitted.

Tobias couldn’t stop his brows from creasing. “What?”

“It’s just as you heard, Mr. Larsen. Some mysterious power is protecting the information of Ms. Larsen. But don’t worry Mr. Larsen, I can-“

Tobias hung up before James could finish what he was saying and slammed his phone down on the table.

Incompetent! He thought. All of them were fucking incompetent. Give them one job and they fucking fail at it!

The entire thing was starting to get on his nerves. Failing to acquire Melanie’s company and now information on Amara.

He glanced at the brown envelope on his table, containing the contents of his divorce papers and glared at it.

Everything was getting on his fucking nerves. Why did things keep going wrong after he asked for a divorce?

“How much have you been fcking hiding from me, Amara?!”