Chapter 189 Best Not to Fall into His Hands
"What about you? Do you also think of Daniel as your possession?" Ruth retorted defiantly. Her gaze toward Amelia was filled with hostility.
"No, Daniel has never been my possession," Amelia replied frankly.
Ruth paused, her gaze shifting as she processed Amelia's words. A hint of shame crept into her heart when she saw Amelia's sincere gaze, which made it difficult for her to meet Amelia's eyes.
Amelia's eyes coldly locked onto Ruth. "I would never be like you, lying selfishly to ruin someone's life."
Ruth felt a pang in her chest at Amelia's words. As she took a deep breath, she realized that she had gained nothing since meeting Amelia. If she stayed here, she would be embarrassed.
Gritting her teeth, she retorted, "You seem to want to treat Daniel as your possession, but the Vanderbilts won't allow you to enter the family, since you’ve been divorced."
Ruth believed her words had struck a nerve with Amelia, so she didn't consider herself a complete failure in this verbal battle.
Satisfied, she shot Amelia a glare, feeling slightly relieved, then left the restroom.
Outside the restroom, Ruth noticed that the man who had flirted with Amelia earlier was also there. She smirked.
She approached him and whispered something, causing his eyes to light up as he immediately entered the restroom.
Ruth watched the man's back as he entered, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Walter Cook was a regular at the bar, known to have some wealth and a promiscuous nature.
Rumor had it that he had flirted with almost every slightly attractive female bartender at the bar.
A mischievous grin crossed Ruth's face. She hoped Walter would thoroughly flirt with and embarrass Amelia, and maybe even make her suffer a bit.
Amelia tossed the used paper towel into the trash and was about to leave the restroom when Walter entered.
She hesitated for a moment, then reminded him, "This is the women's restroom."
With his hands in his pockets, Walter walked up to Amelia, a wicked smile on his face. "I heard you needed help, so I came to check on you."
Amelia frowned. She hadn't paid attention to the man who had flirted with her earlier when she entered the restroom, but she remembered Walter when she heard his voice.
She felt irritated and coldly said, "I don't need help."
As she tried to leave, Walter immediately blocked her path with his hand. "Don't be shy, lady. Don't worry. I'm good at lovemaking. I've made sure someone is outside to prevent any interruptions."
As he spoke, he reached out as if to embrace Amelia.
Amelia reacted swiftly and stepped back, her back against the sink.
Walter advanced quickly, his hand touching Amelia's waist, which was soft and delicate.
As Walter touched her waist, his mind filled with numerous erotic images. He thought that if he pinned down someone as elegant and poised as Amelia, it would be a delightful experience.
Walter's smile grew more audacious when he saw the tension and panic in Amelia's eyes. He leaned in to kiss her.
However, Amelia swiftly raised her knee, delivering a sharp blow.
Walter let out a pained cry, bending over to clutch the spot where Amelia had struck him.
Amelia glanced coldly at him before leaving the restroom.
Walter reached out to grab her, but as he took a step, a sharp pain shot through the area where Amelia had kicked him.
As Amelia reached the restroom door, she saw Frederick emerging from the men's restroom with a stern expression.
He was wiping his hands with a tissue. His hands were long and elegant, which made the cheap tissue seem luxurious in his grasp.
Amelia couldn't help but pause. "What are you doing here?"
As she asked him that, there was a moment of anticipation in her heart.
Frederick's blue eyes turned sullen slightly when he saw the hint of surprise in Amelia's eyes.
Amelia was skilled at pleasing men. She knew how to use her actions, smiles, and even subtle expressions to evoke emotions in men's hearts.
If he hadn't witnessed Amelia's intimacy with someone else when he was upstairs, he might have thought that Amelia had genuinely been looking forward to seeing him.
Scott was right; she was a fickle woman, adept at using a mix of closeness and distance to seduce him and others.
After waiting for a response that never came, Amelia's heart sank, and she snapped back to reality.
After Walter's pain subsided, he stormed out angrily.
"You wretched woman!" Walter gritted his teeth when he saw that Amelia hadn't left yet, reaching out to grab her hair.
But before his hand could touch a single strand of Amelia's hair, Frederick pulled her away.
Frederick pulled her toward him. Her forehead collided with his chest.
The profanities in Walter's mouth ceased when he saw Frederick.
"Mr. Hastings..." He had seen Frederick in some news reports before, but had never had such a close encounter with him.
The powerful aura emanating from Frederick made Walter feel weak in the knees. He didn’t dare not look directly at Frederick's expression and bowed respectfully.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you liked this kind of woman, Mr. Hastings. If you like her, you can have her first..." Walter's words trailed off as he felt the temperature drop around him.
Swallowing hard, he noticed Frederick's hand resting on Amelia's waist.
His heart sank. He didn't want Amelia to hit on Frederick, so at the risk of offending Frederick, he said, "Mr. Hastings, honestly, this woman is not worthy of you. Let's just play around. A person like you can have any woman you want. She just lured me into the restroom, and now she's seducing you. Who knows how many men she's been secretly involved with? She’s dirty."
Frederick's gaze turned cold, but he glanced at Amelia instinctively.
Amelia's expression held a hint of anger, and with a sigh, she turned to face Walter.
Her gaze swept over Walter from head to toe, which made him feel uncomfortable all over, as though he was a criminal under a cop's scrutiny.
After scrutinizing him, Amelia sneered. "A man like you seems filthy to me. If you can't control your reproductive organ, you should consider castration."
As Amelia spoke, her gaze lingered on a certain part of him.
Walter suddenly felt a twinge of pain and instinctively moved his hand to cover it.
As Amelia observed his reaction, her expression turned disdainful as she walked away.
Frederick also left with a cold expression on his face, but in a different direction from Amelia.
Walter became more convinced that Amelia and Frederick were not acquainted.
Gritting his teeth, he bitterly thought, 'She better pray she doesn't fall into my hands, or I'll deal with her.'
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