Chapter 283 His Job Was Almost Ruined
Amelia glanced at her pale reflection, a faint smile playing on her lips, and turned to the manager. "Is that okay?"
The manager, not wanting to cross Amelia, nodded quickly. "Of course. I'll get the call record right away."
As he spoke, he led Amelia to the front desk.
Just as the manager was about to pull up the record, Laura, standing next to Amelia, spoke up.
"Ms. Davis, I'm sorry, I didn't call the president's office. I thought you were like those other women, all..."
Laura bit her lip, unable to continue, and bowed apologetically to Amelia.
The manager paused, then quickly walked over to Amelia to apologize as well.
"Ms. Davis, I'm sorry. My employee's mistake caused you trouble. Just say the word, and we'll handle it however you want."
Amelia smiled slightly, picked up her lunch box, and said calmly, "This is an internal matter of Hastings Group. How you handle it is your business."
The manager replied awkwardly, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a satisfactory solution."
Amelia smiled nonchalantly, "No need for a solution. Which of these were sent by Ms. Roberts? Do you need me to take them to the president's office?"
She glanced at Laura, who had her head down.
Laura realized Amelia was deliberately causing her trouble, bit her lip hard, and lowered her head even more, not daring to speak.
The manager quickly explained, "Ms. Davis, don't get it wrong. Mr. Hastings issued a notice some time ago that neither Amber nor any of her belongings are allowed into Hastings Group."
Amelia looked at Laura, her eyes slightly cold. "Didn't this receptionist tell me that every item sent by Ms. Roberts would be delivered to the president's office?"
Laura's face suddenly changed, and she lowered her head even more.
Amelia sneered, "You were lying, weren't you? Just like Ms. Roberts."
The manager's face changed drastically, glaring at Laura. "Laura, what's going on?"
Laura bit her lip hard, keeping her head down, not daring to make a sound.
She had thought Amelia was like the other women who came to Hastings Group: easy to deal with, but the woman in front of her turned out to be tough and unwilling to suffer losses.
Amelia glanced at her and then looked away, walking toward the elevator.
The manager glared at Laura fiercely. This Laura usually seemed honest, but who knew she had so many tricks up her sleeve.
If he hadn't come back in time, his job would have been ruined by her!
"I want to see your resignation letter when I come down from the president's office!"
With that, the manager glared at her fiercely and quickly followed Amelia.
He kept apologizing to Amelia all the way, but Amelia's expression remained indifferent.
The elevator reached Frederick's office floor, and the manager watched as Amelia walked toward Frederick's office.
He quickly wiped the fine sweat off his forehead.
Hastings Group and Davis Group had maintained a longstanding collaboration, so occasionally, Rachel would visit the Hastings Group.
The manager had received Rachel a few times. Rachel's aura was quite overbearing.
Although he rarely saw Amelia, and it was only recently that he learned of Amelia's identity, after today's interaction, he felt that Amelia was indeed Rachel's sister.
Amelia might seem gentler than Rachel, but she was definitely not someone to mess with.
The receptionist at the president's office saw Amelia step out of the elevator and quickly greeted her, leading her to Frederick's office door.
She knocked and pushed it open. "Mr. Hastings, Ms. Davis is here."
Frederick responded in a low voice, "Okay."
The receptionist made a polite gesture to Amelia, "Ms. Davis, please."
Amelia nodded slightly and walked in.
Frederick had already risen from his chair and walked toward her, a slight smile on his lips. "Thank you."
He took the lunch box from Amelia's hand and led her to the table. "Have a seat here," he said gently.
Amelia nodded and followed.
Frederick placed the lunch box on the table and opened it. Seeing the dishes inside, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. "I thought you had forgotten what dishes I like."
Amelia responded calmly, "Felix sent me the list of dishes." She then added softly, "I thought you liked okra the most."
Frederick's expression changed. Actually, he didn't like it. But during that time, to have meals at the Davis Manor, he had forced himself to eat quite a bit. Now, recalling that slimy texture and taste, he suddenly lost his appetite, his face turning pale.
Amelia smiled slightly, feeling much better upon seeing his expression.
Seeing her in a good mood, Frederick's eyes and brows also carried a hint of a smile.
Before eating, Frederick tried to unbutton his sleeve with his left hand. Amelia knew he liked to roll up his sleeves when eating. Seeing him struggle, she silently reached out and rolled up his sleeve for him.
Frederick watched her focused expression and suddenly remembered that when they first got married, Amelia was always keen on tying his tie and tidying his clothes. Back then, she had tried every way to interact with him. But he always had treated her with extreme coldness.
"Amelia," he said softly.
Hearing tenderness in his tone, Amelia bit her lip lightly. After rolling up his sleeve, she immediately withdrew her hand and pushed the lunch box in front of him. "Have your lunch."
Frederick nodded, "Okay."
Amelia took out her own lunch and sat across from Frederick, lowering her head to eat.
Frederick couldn't help but glance at her several times. Amelia had never had a meal in his office before. Now he understood why Amelia used to feel satisfied with even the smallest, most ordinary things. He was starting to feel the same way.
Frederick's right hand was wrapped in gauze, so he could only eat with his left hand. Every time he tried to fork food, it took several attempts to get it to his mouth. Seeing Frederick drop food outside the lunch box again, Amelia handed him her spoon. "Use this."
Frederick took the spoon, but it was too small to scoop up larger pieces of food. So Amelia picked up food and place it on the spoon for him, then Frederick only needed to bring it to his mouth.
Since developing a stomach problem, Frederick's appetite had been poor, but today, with Amelia's indirect feeding, it increased significantly. Seeing his lunch box empty, he eyed Amelia's lunch box.
Frederick muttered, "I want to eat your spicy wings."
Amelia was silent. Her hand paused.
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