Chapter 492 Deliberately Making Physical Contact
Amelia watched Terrence walk away, letting out a quiet sigh.
The cracks in the Davis Family were getting more obvious every day. If things got tough, loyalty might be hard to come by.
Thinking about the challenges ahead, she turned and walked into the Davis Manor.
Susan took Anna upstairs to wash up while Casey was tidying up downstairs.
When Casey saw Amelia come in, she immediately put on a smile and asked, "Ms. Davis, you went to Hastings Manor today, right? Did you see Mr. Hastings? How did it go?"
Casey's face was full of concern, like she really cared about Amelia and Frederick's relationship.
If Amelia had known about Casey's actions, she might have been fooled by her fake kindness.
Amelia snapped, her expression cold and stern. "Casey, you're talking too much. This isn't something you should be asking about."
Casey was taken aback by Amelia's tone. In her memory, Amelia had always been easy to talk to and rarely used such a harsh tone with those around her.
She quickly lowered her head and apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Davis. I meant no harm."
Amelia gave her a calculating look before pretending to feel regret. She rubbed her temples and softened her tone. "I'm sorry, Casey. Today's been rough, and I didn't control my emotions well."
Casey visibly relaxed, reassured by Amelia's conciliatory words. "It's okay, Ms. Davis. Everyone has bad days."
Amelia's expression was troubled. She looked away from Casey and said calmly, "I'm a bit tired. I'll go upstairs to rest. You should rest early after you're done cleaning."
As she went up the stairs, Casey's gaze turned more suspicious. She wondered if the meeting between Amelia and Frederick had gone badly. Anna had come back earlier looking upset, and the kids were known for not being able to keep secrets.
Casey thought the fall of the Davis Family was inevitable and couldn't help but feel a bit of schadenfreude as she watched Amelia walk away.
She was eager to see how Amelia and Rachel would fare once the Davis Family collapsed!
Amelia always felt a malicious gaze on her, and she knew it was Casey. Her eyes turned cold. People like Casey must not destroy the Davis Family.
The next day, rumors flew within their social circle. Word spread quickly that Brittany had physically confronted Frederick when he returned to the Hastings Manor.
When Amelia heard the news, she wasn't surprised. Brittany probably intended to spread the information, syncing her actions with their plans. Besides, Frederick's visible injuries were hard to hide.
At the Hastings Group's headquarters, Frederick had just finished a morning meeting. As he left the meeting room, Nancy appeared from the elevator, holding a folder. The receptionist greeted her warmly, "Ms. Wright."
Nancy gave a slight nod, noticing from the receptionist's behavior that Frederick's attitude toward her had shifted. These executive assistants were pros at reading people.
At first, the receptionist was polite but not as friendly as she was now.
Nancy was pleased with the change. She said, "I'm here to see Mr. Hastings."
"Mr. Hastings is in a meeting. Would you like to wait in his office, Ms. Wright?" the receptionist offered, her smile unwavering.
Nancy raised an eyebrow, looked at the receptionist, and smiled, "Mr. Hastings is in a meeting. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to enter his office?"
The receptionist smiled lightly and quickly said, "It wouldn't be inappropriate at all. Since you trust Mr. Hastings, Mr. Hastings naturally trusts you."
Nancy's eyes lit up with a smile and she joked, "No wonder you became the receptionist closest to Mr. Hastings. You really know how to talk. Are you interested in working for me? I happen to need someone like you."
Nancy's tone was playful, but her eyes were serious. She wanted to recruit the receptionist as her informant.
However, the receptionist had no intention of leaving the Hastings Group and responded with a smile, "Ms. Wright, you're teasing me. You have plenty of talent around you. How could you lack talent?"
Just then, Frederick emerged from the meeting room. The receptionist quickly informed him, "Mr. Hastings, Ms. Wright is here."
Nancy didn't see any intention of leaving the Hastings Group in the receptionist's eyes. Although she felt a bit disappointed, she was still satisfied with the receptionist's performance.
If she couldn't turn Frederick's people, it meant they were trustworthy. And the information she obtained would be more reliable.
Frederick's expression remained unchanged, calm, and composed.
Nancy lifted the folder in her hand, smiling. "I need your consultation on a matter, Mr. Hastings. Can you spare me some time?"
Frederick didn't take the folder from Nancy but said calmly, "Let's talk in the office."
Nancy followed him into the office, the receptionist trailing behind. About to inquire about Nancy's beverage preference, the receptionist was preempted by Frederick. "Get Ms. Wright a hot latte," he instructed.
The receptionist was slightly surprised but quickly nodded, "Okay, Mr. Hastings."
Nancy, however, maintained her composure. Inside, a thrill coursed through her. Frederick remembered her favorite coffee after just a few visits—a detail too specific to be coincidental.
Nancy thought, 'If he isn't interested in me, why would he bother remembering my preferences?'
Nancy's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Mr. Hastings, for remembering my preference."
Frederick smiled, "No thanks necessary, Ms. Wright."
He guided her to the sofa in his office, gesturing for her to sit. Selecting the spot next to him rather than across, Nancy ensured their proximity, her arm brushing against his shoulder deliberately.
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