Chapter 40 She is Mrs. Hastings?
After exchanging a few simple words with Brittany, Amelia ended the call.
Rachel had been very busy lately and was still at work.
Once dinner was ready, Amelia called Rachel. The ringing of the phone came from the entrance. Amelia put her phone away and saw Rachel at the door, taking off her shoes.
Rachel walked in, holding a document folder, and handed it to Amelia. "This is the divorce agreement drafted by the company's lawyers. See if there's anything you want to add."
Amelia accepted it, opened the folder, and pulled out the agreement. The lawyer had been meticulous with the clauses, and a mention of a two-billion-dollar asset caught Amelia's eye.
Noting her gaze, Rachel spoke slowly, "Under normal circumstances, you would be entitled to at least ten billion dollars."
After all, Amelia and Frederick had not signed a post-nuptial agreement, so all of Frederick's earnings over the years were considered their marital assets.
Amelia pursed her lips and said, "Ten billion is a huge sum. That could draw things out. My marriage to Frederick needs to end as quickly as possible."
Rachel nodded and responded, "To Frederick, two billion dollars is nothing. He should agree to it quickly."
Although Amelia was a member of the Davis family, she had lived like an ordinary person these years. She wasn't chasing designer labels, nor did she have a social circle of socialites. Two billion dollars would ensure her quality of life.
Regarding the children Amelia might have in the future, Rachel had already decided to help Amelia raise them.
Amelia put the agreement away, saying softly, "I have no additional clauses to add. I'll visit the Hastings Group tomorrow."
"Alright, let's have dinner. What would you like to eat?" asked Rachel.
Amelia slightly pursed her lips and whispered, "I've actually made dinner, but it might not look very appetizing."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, "You can cook? Look at you, all grown up."
Amelia had never really cooked all these years. The meal she prepared came together after following tutorials online.
Once they sat down in the dining room, Rachel sampled a bit, her expression quite peculiar.
Amelia looked at her expectantly. "How is it?"
Rachel set her fork down and offered her critique with a serious tone, "Although they don't look appetizing, they taste even worse."
Amelia was at a loss for words.
She picked up her fork and took a bite, only to spit it out immediately.
"Let's just order takeout," she suggested, reaching for her phone to start browsing food delivery options.
Rachel grabbed the phone from her hand and set it on the table.
"I'll make you some oatmeal. You're pregnant now. You can't keep eating so much takeout. I'll find you a nanny tomorrow."
Amelia nodded blankly, a little stunned by the gesture.
Rachel stood up and walked into the kitchen. Watching her back, Amelia suddenly thought that Rachel must yearn for a life with a husband and children. Yet, as the eldest daughter of the Davis family, she had to support the Davis Group.
"Rachel, you need to find a man who can help you. Stop pining over that jerk, Sebastian," she said.
Rachel paused for a moment while preparing the oatmeal. "Sebastian is not a jerk."
Amelia was puzzled.
She thought, "Didn't Sebastian betray Rachel when they broke up? And wasn't his mistress an artist at the Scott company?"
That was why Amelia had also disliked Scott for all these years.
Rachel shook her head and said, "That was just an excuse I used to break up with him."
Amelia was stunned.
But Rachel offered no further explanation.
Sebastian was just an illegitimate son of the Kingsley family. For Rachel, love was just something to try out. But if she was to marry, she needed a man who would be of assistance to her family.
As it happened, Sebastian and Scott had a good relationship at that time, so Rachel saw an opportunity to end things.
"Rachel, was everything Sebastian said true? To break up with him, did you set him up with another woman in his bed?"
Rachel didn't answer.
Amelia fell silent again.
It took a while before Rachel's voice rang out once more.
"The oatmeal's ready."
Amelia nodded and followed Rachel into the dining room, deciding not to bring up Sebastian again.
The next day after work, Amelia, holding her documents, went straight to the Hastings Group.
She had been married to Frederick for three years, but this was the first time Amelia had set foot in the Hastings Group headquarters by her initiative.
Walking into the lobby, she was stopped at the security gate.
The receptionist spotted her and asked politely, "Hello, may I know who you're here to see?"
Amelia responded with equal politeness, "I'm looking for Frederick."
Her voice was steady, but she directly called out Frederick's name.
The receptionist paused, asking, "What's your name? Do you have an appointment?"
"I'm Amelia Davis. No appointment," Amelia replied with a shake of her head.
The receptionist exchanged a knowing glance with a colleague who immediately called the president's office to confirm Amelia's identity.
In the president's office, only Felix was aware of who Amelia was.
But Felix was in a meeting with Frederick, so they couldn’t immediately determine the nature of Amelia's relationship with Frederick.
Despite this, the receptionist treated Amelia with great courtesy.
"Ms. Davis, please take a seat and rest for a moment. Mr. Hastings is currently in a meeting and might need a little while longer," the receptionist said.
Amelia nodded gently and was led by the receptionist to the waiting area, where she sat quietly.
On the waiting room's bookshelf, there were magazines featuring interviews with Frederick. The covers depicted Frederick with his handsome features. His deep-set eyes broadcasted an air of noble charisma that was impossible to ignore.
Amelia stared at the magazine cover for a long time. When she turned, she caught sight of Frederick's deep gaze.
After his meeting ended, Frederick had just exited the conference room when he was informed by his office that Amelia had come to see him and was waiting in the reception area. He immediately took the elevator down to find her.
When Frederick emerged from the elevator, the receptionist was relieved they had remained polite to Amelia earlier.
"Why are you here?"
Frederick approached the entrance of the waiting room and saw Amelia fixated on one of his interview magazines.
Perhaps hearing his footsteps, Amelia turned to look at him.
Seeing her composed appearance, Frederick paused for a moment.
Amelia pressed her lips together. The lobby was bustling, and she couldn't speak freely about why she was there.
"Let's talk in your office," she suggested.
"Alright," Frederick agreed.
Amelia stood up from her seat and walked past him.
Frederick looked down at her waist and gripped his side briefly before slipping his hand into his pocket and leading the way in front of Amelia.
Following quietly, Amelia entered the elevator with him.
The elevator swiftly reached the floor of Frederick's office. He led the way out.
Upon seeing Amelia, Felix promptly greeted her with respect, "Hello, Mrs. Hastings."
Amelia pressed her lips again, nodding slightly in response.
The president's office secretary, surprised by Felix's form of address, momentarily forgot to react.
Only after Amelia followed Frederick into his office did the secretary hurriedly grasp Felix's arm.
"Is she Mr. Hastings's wife?"
Legend had it that Frederick's wife was overweight and had a terrible temper.
But the woman who had just walked in was elegant and kind, a stark contrast to the rumors.
She was shocked.
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