Chapter 612 I Will Always Remember Mr. Hawkins' Teachings!
Amara voiced her worries.
Hailey was taken aback. "So, what now? Should we move to Bostan?"
Amara shook her head. "It's too late for that!"
If Kingsley pushed things too far, maybe she could have a word with Hannah. No woman wanted her boyfriend involved with someone else.
Amara was so stressed she barely slept.
Early the next morning, Amara took the subway to work. As soon as she walked in, Landon's second secretary, Mia, whispered to her, "Mr. Carter and Caitlyn had another fight! He's got new scratches on his face."
Amara forced a smile.
She gathered some documents and headed to the CEO's office, knocking on the door. "Mr. Carter?"
After getting the go-ahead, Amara walked in.
Landon was on the phone. When he saw Amara, he just glanced up and kept talking to Caitlyn.
Lately, Landon had taken up with a new young starlet, and Caitlyn was not happy about it.
Landon said a few soothing words to Caitlyn and then hung up.
He touched his face and chuckled. "I must look like a mess."
Amara gave a faint smile. "It's not that bad."
Landon leaned back in his leather chair, cigarette in one hand, rubbing his forehead with the other, looking troubled. "What am I supposed to do if I can't marry Caitlyn?"
Amara looked at him.
Landon sighed. "Go ahead, say it. I won't get mad."
Amara didn't hold back. "First, you need to be loyal to her before you can even think about marriage!"
Landon's blue eyes locked onto hers. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm not!" Amara said respectfully. "Just being honest."
She hesitated, then added, "Honestly, if you can't be loyal and don't want to marry Caitlyn, you should let her go. She's been unhappy with you for years."
Landon smirked. "Why are you defending her? I thought you two didn't get along."
Amara shrugged. "One thing has nothing to do with the other."
Landon half-lay in his leather chair, leaning back and even closing his eyes.
He was too much of a romantic, and his only true love had been Charlotte when he was young. Now, no matter how young or sexy the woman was, whether it was Caitlyn or those young starlets and models, they were just a fling. Landon never thought about giving his heart or marriage. "Amara, you think I'm a jerk, right? I don't love Caitlyn, but I've wasted years of her life."
Amara stayed silent.
Landon opened his eyes and sighed. "I get it."
Outside the door, a slender figure stood quietly—it was Caitlyn, the very woman they were talking about.
When Amara had come in, she hadn't closed the door all the way.
Amara and Landon's conversation had reached Caitlyn, making her heart sink.
Caitlyn had waited for years, hoping he would change. But there were always other women, and she couldn't stop them. She had always naively thought she was his best lover. But he never thought about marrying her or whether she was happy. She hadn't either; only Amara, whom she always looked down on, did. Caitlyn leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face.
Mia walked by, and Caitlyn said in a hoarse voice, "Don't tell anyone I was here." Then she left.
When Caitlyn came, she had thought that even if she scratched Landon's face today, she would force him to break up with that young starlet. But now she felt it was meaningless.
The Landon she shared a bed with didn't care about her as much as Amara did.
Caitlyn's heart was cold.
She quickly walked to the elevator, and as the doors closed, she finally let herself cry. She cried like a child. If before she was close to Landon like wanting a beloved toy, now she suddenly grew up, even if she got the toy, she realized she didn't want it anymore.
In a daze, she sat in her car and called Landon. Landon, annoyed, let it ring for a while before picking up. On the other end was Caitlyn's hoarse voice, no longer the usual soft tone.
She said, "Landon, we're done."
Landon was silent.
On the other end, Caitlyn had already hung up.
Landon stared at the phone for a while, then slowly put it down. Amara guessed it was Caitlyn's call. She knew Landon was in a bad mood, so she put down the documents and walked out.
After sitting in her office, Amara went to the secretary's office, which she managed.
Amara walked around and asked Mia in a low voice, "Did Ms. Robinson come by just now?"
Mia's face turned red, and after a long pause, she nodded.
Mia whispered, "Don't say I told you. Ms. Robinson didn't want anyone to know."
Amara lightly patted Mia's shoulder, told her to keep up the good work, and then walked back to her office to sit down.
Amara thought about Caitlyn and realized that she had nothing to fear. Despite Caitlyn's background, she still suffered in love, while Amara, who once had nothing, now almost had everything.
What did she have to be sad about?
She composed herself and was ready to work when Mia cautiously approached and said, "Amara, someone from the car dealership is downstairs. It seems they've delivered a car."
Amara smiled faintly. "My car broke down yesterday, and they repaired it and brought it back. I'll go get the keys."
Mia shook her head. "No! It was a BMW before, but now they've delivered a white Bentley, the $2000,000 model, and the license plate has been checked. It seems to be the personal car of the president of the Hawkins Group."
Amara was stunned for a moment.
She walked to the blinds, opened them, and looked downstairs.
Sure enough, in front of the Carter Group branch, there was a white Bentley, the one Kingsley occasionally drove.
He sent his car for her to use; what did that mean?
Was he afraid people wouldn't know about their relationship?
Amara angrily called Kingsley. "What do you mean by this?"
Kingsley seemed to have anticipated her reaction.
He said calmly, "Amara, you're overthinking it! I accidentally damaged your car, and it can't be repaired right now, so I had to send a temporary car for you to use. Or do you think I should buy you a new one?"
Amara gritted her teeth. "No need!"
Kingsley smiled slightly. "I thought so too! So until your car is fixed, my white Bentley will be with you. By the way, have you gone downstairs to get the keys?"
Amara replied angrily, "Not yet!"
He remained in a good mood. "Then remember to get them! It's a nice car. Oh, and I specially installed a child seat, so you can take Jesse out."
Amara felt like a fish being fried.
If she backed down, it would mean she was afraid of him, so she coldly accepted. "Then I thank you for your thoughtfulness! I will make good use of this car."
Kingsley was in a good mood.
His voice was magnetic and pleasant. "I'm doing it entirely for Jesse, Amara. You don't need to overthink it or feel that I'm being considerate of you. It would be bad if it caused unnecessary misunderstandings."
His words were harsh and hypocritical.
Amara sneered, "I will never be self-indulgent!" With that, she hung up the phone, and went downstairs to get the car keys.
On the first floor of the Carter Group branch, a crowd had quietly gathered, whispering about Amara and Kingsley. When Amara arrived, no one dared to ask her directly.
Amara took the car keys and checked the car interior.
When she opened the car door, she was stunned.
She remembered the car's interior being light gray, mature, and high-end, but now it was all changed to light pink: leather seats, steering wheel cover, and other various accents. Only the small blanket was white.
The most striking thing was the crystal carrot hanging as a car ornament, held and nibbled by a small toy rabbit.
Amara quietly stared at it and bitterly thought, 'What's the point of this?'
The dealership staff smiled and said, "Ms. Butler, here's the bill. Mr. Hawkins had the entire interior changed, totaling $520,000. Will you be paying by card or credit?"
Amara's earlier thoughts vanished. She clutched her wildly beating heart and called Kingsley, as her entire assets might not even add up to five hundred twenty thousand dollars.
When she angrily questioned him, Kingsley's tone was surprisingly gentle. "There's a platinum card in the glove compartment with four million dollars in it. The password is Jesse's birthday. Use that to pay! I'm busy now; you handle it." With that, he hung up.
Amara lowered the phone and looked up at the sky, which had darkened considerably.
The dealership staff was still waiting.
She couldn't let the branch employees see her as a joke, so she took the card from the car and paid the bill. The dealership staff looked at her with a knowing, ambiguous expression.
This Amara must be Kingsley's kept woman! She was really favored! It was common for a man to spend money on a woman, but giving her his beloved car was rare!
Other colleagues were also watching Amara with envy.
Feeling very uncomfortable under their gaze, Amara instinctively opened the car door, got in, and quickly drove off, heading straight towards the Hawkins Group.
Kingsley was sitting in the CEO's office, quietly working. Rebecca was by his side and said softly, "Mr. Hawkins, you have a business lunch at noon."
"Cancel it!" Kingsley's tone was indifferent. "I have a date at noon."
Rebecca hadn't heard of it, but she didn't ask. Mr. Hawkins said calmly, "Amara will be coming over soon."
She felt sorry for Amara. She knew that Amara must be avoiding Kingsley now, and coming over meant she must be extremely upset with him.
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