Chapter 595 Amara and I Broke Up a Long Time Ago!
The big office was dead quiet.
Kingsley sat there, staring at the mountain of paperwork, but his mind was somewhere else. Rebecca had just dropped a bombshell: Amara was gone. She didn't head to Stellaria City; she vanished to some unknown place and didn't want to be found!
Kingsley replayed last night in his head, when he offered her four hundred grand to stick around for three days. He really liked her.
But the way he treated her? No wonder she bailed! He never thought she would disappear to a place he couldn't find her. Now, if he wanted to see her again, he couldn't.
The evening sun streamed through the glass, casting a golden glow that made him look even more handsome and noble.
He stood there for ages until dusk settled in. Rebecca knocked on his door again. "Mr. Hawkins, it's time to go!"
Kingsley didn't turn around.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over most of Syeattel. The sky was getting dark, and the city lights were flickering on.
Where was Amara?
He remembered her saying she liked him. Did she not care about Ralph anymore?
Kingsley was all kinds of confused. He thought about finding Amara, but then what? Could they go back to how things were?
Plus, he had to go to Libya.
He hadn't put his personal feelings above the company yet.
Rebecca had more news. "The marketing department is expanding, and Ralph got the job! Mr. Hawkins, should I cancel his position?"
Kingsley was a bit taken aback, then said calmly, "No need! Keep him. The marketing department needs young blood."
Rebecca was surprised at first, then it clicked. Kingsley was heading to Libya and couldn't go looking for Amara. So he kept Ralph around.
She didn't say much else. Kingsley packed up, grabbed his car keys, and headed out. In the underground parking lot, he unexpectedly ran into Ralph.
Ralph was waiting by his car, looking both jealous and eager. "Mr. Hawkins, can we talk?"
Kingsley was disgusted. He glanced at Ralph and got into his car. Then he grabbed a cigarette from the glove compartment, lit it, and smoked slowly.
Ralph leaned on the car window, trying to be all friendly. "Mr. Hawkins, don't worry. Amara and I broke up a long time ago. I won't get in the way of your relationship! I'll work hard. Actually, we are just friends, nothing romantic."
Kingsley and Amara had been close, so he knew Ralph never slept with her.
Kingsley's fingers holding the cigarette trembled a bit. Ralph's words made it clear—they had broken up a while ago, and Amara liked Kingsley.
Ralph went on, "A few days ago, my parents passed away. Mr. Hawkins, rest assured, I haven't bothered Amara much and I won't in the future."
"Stop!" Kingsley cut him off in a deep voice.
He put out the cigarette, slowly rolled up the window, and looked like he was about to leave.
Ralph tried to say more, but Rebecca stopped him. Her tone was calm. "Mr. Graham, please have some self-respect."
Ralph was stunned, and the black Cullinan drove away.
Kingsley's fingers on the steering wheel were trembling. He thought of last night when Ralph held Amara; it must have been because of Ralph's parents' death.
But Kingsley thought they had rekindled their old flame.
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