Mary immediately nodded, signaling for everyone to try the desserts, but her eyes couldn’t seem to leave the young lady. How rich must someone be to live so extravagantly?
They were wealthy in their own right, but there was still a big difference between types of wealth. Take buying handbags for example—while they might buy Hermes bags worth hundreds of thousands, at most they would buy three and rotate them. But this girl—everything she ate, used, didn’t even seem to care about how much it cost.
The young lady had already taken a seat. It turns out the woman who had pushed the door open earlier was just her personal caretaker.
“Miss, what would you like to eat? I’ll have them prepare it,” said the caretaker.
The girl’s voice was soft. “Auntie Ashford, you sit too. You don’t have to always take care of me.”
“That’s not possible. My duty is to take care of you, Miss,&rdquo
Edgar froze. "Little sis, I... I don’t have anything serious, right?"Amelia withdrew her hand and spoke calmly. "Relax, take care of your sleep and diet, go get checked at the hospital. It needs treatment."Edgar had originally asked Amelia to help treat Miss Abby, thinking that he would get a favor from his sister. He never imagined that the one who needed treatment the most would turn out to be himself.Amelia stood there, graceful and beautiful. She had changed into a black hoodie before leaving, her long legs partially visible, her long hair jet black, and her neck slender and pale. Her face was even more chillingly dangerous.Auntie Ashford noticed her immediately, her intuition telling her she didn’t quite like such a look—too sharp and aggressive for beauty.As Amelia approached, the bodyguard said, "This is the Little Divine Doctor. If Miss Abby has any symptoms, you can explain them to her.""Explain?" Auntie Ashf
Amelia stood up straight, no longer engaging in conversation with Auntie Ashford. She grabbed her black bag, her long legs elegant and cold as she turned to Edgar. "Big brother, let's go. These people don't need treatment."Edgar nearly had a heart attack from the anger. "Little sis, listen to me. Miss Abby is Miss Abby, and the Cromwell family is the Cromwell family. You—""Uncle Monroe," a soft yet noble voice suddenly interrupted.Auntie Ashford immediately changed her attitude, bowing respectfully. "Miss, what brings you here?"The young lady, holding up the hem of her skirt, moved with grace like a fallen angel. Her pale face and delicate features exuded a pitiful elegance. "What do you mean, 'I am I, and the Cromwell family is the Cromwell family'? the Cromwell family raised me. When I am able, I will surely repay them."Auntie Ashford shot a glare at Edgar, irritated. This manager really talked too much!Edgar, however, was all
"She's quite arrogant!" Molly paced back and forth on the floor, her steps loud. "If she doesn’t want to help, then fine, but she really thinks she's someone important! Pfft!"The young lady furrowed her brows and tightened her grip on Molly's arm. "Auntie Ashford."Molly seemed a bit scared, muttering, "I just think that girl is so ungrateful. In front of so many people, Miss apologized, and she still wouldn't accept it.""The ungrateful one is you!" Edgar couldn’t hold his temper any longer after Amelia left. "From now on, whoever wants to be the manager can be! I’m not doing it anymore, running around here cleaning up your mess! Calling a doctor when there’s nothing wrong, is this a joke?"Hearing this, the young lady’s eyes shifted. "Uncle Monroe, calm down. It’s just a small doctor.""A little doctor? Miss Abby, do you know how important the Little Divine Doctor is to Mr. Cromwell?" By this point, Edgar had
"I don't care what methods you use, but I don’t want to see her in LA again!"Mary forcefully hung up the phone, her eyes filled with disgust.She hadn’t planned to make things so ugly. After all, even raising a dog for years would create some attachment. But some people were like a stubborn adhesive—no matter how hard you tried to shake them off, they just wouldn’t go!Thinking about this, Mary suddenly seemed to remember something. She took out her phone and sent a message…That night, in ClearWater Alley, Amelia was locking her car when the sky had already turned dark.Normally, she wouldn't have paid attention to the streetlights, which flickered on and off.But as soon as she entered the alley, she noticed several figures trailing behind her.With her black bag slung over her shoulder, her thin lips curled slightly, her eyes already exuding a faint, cold charm.At the second streetlight turn,
It couldn’t be anyone from her past either, since her current identity was well protected. But no matter who it was, coming to the alley meant they had crossed a line with her.After all, the elderly lived there.The thug trembled in fear, nearly at his wit's end: "I—I don’t know, this lady, we’re just doing some odd jobs. Someone above pays us, and we do the work. We don’t know who sent us here."His words were confused and stumbling.Amelia, however, detected something off in his tone. "So, you’re taking under-the-table jobs?"The thug hesitated, glancing at the man he had knocked over.Amelia immediately raised her foot and stepped on the man’s hand.He immediately curled up in pain, his hand slapping the ground desperately. "Yes, yes! We’re taking under-the-table jobs!"Amelia finally moved her foot, turning her gaze back to the terrified man. "Looks like you’re the lead
"Julian." The thug answered without hesitation, clearly too scared to run. "Lady, we were just trying to scare you. We didn’t mean to do anything else. We thought, you’re just a young girl, if we shout at you a bit, you’d leave LA.""Right! What the boss said is true! Who knew you’d just start beating us up without saying a word!"This was the most ridiculous thing they had encountered in all their years of work!Amelia had listened enough. Her tone was light as she said, "You did manage to scare me, so for the emotional distress, you’ll need to compensate me."The thugs were stunned: Who’s being scared? They were the ones with bruises, broken bones, and who knew what else!Amelia smiled. "What’s wrong? You don’t want to pay? Fine, I’ll call the police, and you’ll all have a record.""Wait, wait!" Julian stretched out his hand, gritting his teeth in pain. "Lady, we’re willing
These were the only two Amelia hadn’t attacked.Julian shuddered when he heard her words. How did she know he was doing this for them...?Amelia’s voice was lazy. "You take jobs, fine. But why not take mine? At least it’s legal."Julian had accepted all sorts of jobs over the years—helping husbands catch their wives cheating, intimidating mistresses, dealing with troublesome mothers-in-law. There were even more questionable jobs, like forcing elderly people to vacate their homes for their daughters-in-law.All sorts of things. But usually, when they arrived, the average person would be scared. Even if they weren’t, they certainly wouldn’t think of them as good people.This was the first time they hadn’t scared anyone and had ended up losing their subordinates instead.Julian lowered his voice, "We don’t do anything too extreme.""I’m a doctor, treating patients. What’s too ex
"Harmony Clinic?" Julian's voice trailed off as the name sounded familiar. The little thug next to him reminded, "It’s the place where we had the foot massage before." Amelia raised an eyebrow, "What a coincidence, they used to be our customers." Julian froze, "But wasn’t it an old lady doing the foot massages…?" Amelia remained unfazed, "That’s right, it was my grandmother. It used to be a foot massage shop, but starting tomorrow, it’ll be a traditional medicine clinic. It’s kind of funny that you guys came here to intimidate us without even checking customer records." Julian’s face turned slightly red. "We’re just trying to make a living, but don’t worry, we won’t be bothering you again." Amelia picked up her black bag from the side, her brows slightly raised, "Call your boss." Julian didn’t react immediately. "Huh?" The pale-haired boy, though lacking in sight, was quick to react. "Boss." "Report on time tomorrow," Amelia said, satisfied, as she waved her hand. "Now, you c
“What?” Carl asked, his wrist adorned with a crimson bead, looking as noble and cool as ever.The combination of his refined appearance and well-tailored suit created an almost destructive allure.Amelia reached out, her fingertip grazing his diamond cufflink, her smile turning slightly seductive. “How about I bite you?”She would never have asked for such a thing before.Whenever her anger flared up due to her condition, she would hold it in, using cold water to cool her head.But for some reason, when faced with him, she found herself unconsciously wanting to test if his neck was as cold as it looked.Most people would refuse such a request.But Carl chuckled softly. “Bite where?”“On the neck,” Amelia replied, her voice already tinged with impatience. Her tongue slid over her lips, a carefree and beautiful smile playing on her face.Carl wrapped his arm around her waist
The scene of two people who were evenly matched yet strangely well-matched left Smith speechless, unable to say a single word.He had been following his boss for so many years and had never seen anyone break through the cold, aloof barrier that surrounded him.But then, this girl came along. No soft words or sweet talk, just a low laugh mixed with beauty, and she wasn't afraid of their boss at all. She even mocked his calligraphy.She probably had never seen their boss covered in blood, cold and violent.Every time the boss dealt with someone, even those who followed him trembled in fear.But the boss always acted with reason, rewarding or punishing according to the situation.Still, there had never been anyone brave enough to get close to him like this.Amelia didn’t invite them to stay for dinner because she could clearly see the exhaustion on the man’s handsome face.Instead, she prepared some mushroom and vegeta
*Thump, thump, thump...*The sound was deep and steady, completely different from his frail body.Who would have imagined that this was the heartbeat of someone whose life was believed to be short-lived?It was as if his outwardly perfect appearance mattered less than the heart within.Amelia stopped in her tracks, raising her eyes slightly.The man withdrew his hand, seemingly lost in thought, his lips curling into a faint smile. But the next moment, he turned and started coughing. His pale lips almost blended with his skin, and his weak appearance only served to add to his dangerous allure. "Grandmother agreed.""Agreed?" Amelia was about to ask what he meant.The man turned and walked briskly, his suit sharp and his back as striking as a work of art.Amelia followed, thinking he was leaving.But then, he suddenly stopped.Caught off guard, Amelia's nose bumped into his back—hard and cold, and all she coul
Perhaps the tea had been steeped for too long, leaving a lingering bitterness on her tongue, and the flavor hung in her throat, refusing to dissipate.It was hard to imagine that someone like her had ever called anyone "older brother" when she was little.Carl seemed to smile faintly. There was nothing unusual in his expression, but his dark eyes were deep and distant. His demeanor remained impeccable as he spoke politely, "Grandmother, my family is not that complicated, and no one can control me. The person I choose will not be made to suffer.""With that said, I can rest easy," the old lady replied, finally sighing in relief. She knew that these two must be hiding something from her, but as long as the bigger picture was fine, she had no objections.Carl didn't end the topic there. He remained calm and composed, refilling the old lady’s tea, his gaze moving through the window frame, landing on the busy figure of the girl inside.She wore bl
Smith wasn’t stupid; he realized he had been led into a trap. Puffing up his cheeks, he muttered, “The boss treats us really well too!”“Really?” Amelia raised an eyebrow slightly, disappointed. She had hoped to extract some useful information, but it seemed that while this Frenchman was a chatterbox, he was quick to catch on.Smith nodded seriously. “The boss has no flaws!”“Oh?” Amelia’s eyes flicked with interest. “But just a moment ago, you said I’d be the one getting hurt.”Smith froze, his scalp tingling. “That was all nonsense! I can tell the boss is very serious about you. He definitely won’t let you down. Even if your backgrounds are different, it doesn’t matter!”“Oh?” Amelia absently played with the abacus in her hand, smiling without much thought. “Too bad, though. I’m just pretending with your boss. How could yo
The voice in her ear was like fine wine going down her throat, making her feel tipsy and entranced.His hands, unlike the rest of him, exuded an unexpected heat, as though they were burning her skin.From Amelia's position, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.He didn't smoke, so there was no trace of tobacco on him. But perhaps due to his frequent use of medication, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted from him, almost hypnotic.She often smelled medicine, but it seemed that only his scent was strangely pleasant.His hand still gripped hers, and as his body leaned slightly down, his presence became even stronger, impossible to ignore.Amelia's heart jolted, a sensation both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar, something she couldn't quite place.She raised an eyebrow, about to push him away.But before she could, he released her hand first, his
“You can get it for free, but others can’t…”Before, the man’s lips were cold, but now there was a hint of a smile.“Won’t,” Carl, who was usually a high-and-mighty figure in the capital city, the domineering Mr. Jenkins , spoke casually, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated significantly. “Smith, pay up.”Smith, realizing what was happening, quickly pulled out his bank card, still a bit flustered.“Give more.” Carl’s voice was light, though it still carried the unshakable aura of someone who had long been in a powerful position.Amelia glanced at him, then turned her attention to the obedient Smith. “Friend?”Carl didn’t hide anything. “Colleague from the branch office.”“Right! Colleague!” Smith straightened up and corrected his posture.Amelia didn’t seem to care much. “We don’t accept
“Mm, I agreed.” Amelia’s posture was lazy, not at all bothered by his question.However, Carl subtly furrowed his brows. He wanted to invest, but she refused. Yet she accepted that anonymous Mr. Lee’s offer…Carl seemed to smile slightly, bending closer to her. The coolness of his aura, mixed with a hint of medicinal fragrance, drifted into Amelia’s nostrils. As the weather turned cooler, his presence also felt colder. “Why didn’t you choose me?”Amelia raised her eyes, confusion in her gaze, yet she offered a reasonable explanation. “Wilson Group is planning to invest in the pharmaceutical industry. After discussing it, everything seemed to align. The Cromwell family’s business is mostly overseas, and it’s not suitable for traditional medicine.”Her explanation sounded flawless.But Carl’s smile deepened, his eyes still devoid of warmth. His fingers idly toyed wit
If she wanted to ruin someone online, Mary had plenty of ways to do it!Carl slowly glanced at James, then turned his attention back to the scene.As the top bodyguard, James immediately understood that Mr. Jenkins wanted him to follow Mary.But Amelia subtly blocked his way, smiling gently. "Grandma said to let them go."James hesitated and raised his head.“Listen to her,” Carl’s voice was calm, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.Smith was absolutely shocked. When had Mr. Jenkins ever listened to someone else’s words?Who was this young lady? What was her background?!Amelia, biting a fruit candy, her long black hair flowing, casually responded, “We should give people a chance to change their ways. I’m quite magnanimous.”“Oh?” Carl raised an eyebrow, his fingers twirling the beads on his wrist, clearly skeptical of her statement.