Chapter 311 Couldn't Let Him Reconcile with Violet
The next half hour was pure agony for Amelia. Aiden put her through relentless pain, and by the time he was done, she was bleeding and drenched in sweat.
But she didn't forget to ask, "Mr. White... do you know Violet Devereux?" Despite hating his twisted ways, she couldn't deny his generosity.
Amelia needed his money and connections, so she put up with his perversions.
At the mention of Violet, Aiden paused and sneered. "Why do you care?"
Amelia said, "I'm jealous," her voice feigning a sour undertone despite the pain. "I followed you because I genuinely like you."
Aiden wasn't stupid. He knew she was more interested in his wealth and status than in him. Playing the emotional manipulation was a rookie mistake.
"Just do your job. Violet Devereux is none of your business. If you mess with her, don't blame me for what happens," Aiden warned coldly as he finished buttoning his shirt.
Amelia bit her lip and stayed silent.
Aiden tossed a check at her. "Here's a million dollars. Don't cause trouble, got it?"
With that, he left without a second glance.
Amelia lay on the carpet, clutching the check, unsure whether to feel sad or relieved.
She felt sad for what she'd endured, but at least Aiden was generous—a million dollars was no small sum.
She lay there until her agent, who had been waiting outside, rushed in and gasped at the sight of her bloody legs. "Amelia, are you okay?"
Of course, she wasn't. The pain was unbearable. Aiden had used a beer bottle on her, making her bleed. How could she be okay?
"What do you think? Can't you see I'm hurt?" Amelia snapped.
Her agent hurried to help her up. "Should I take you to the hospital?"
"Are you crazy? If I go to the hospital, the media will have a field day. I want to be famous, but not like that."
"Then what should we do?" The agent looked at her legs, horrified by what Aiden had done.
"It's fine. Just run me a bath so I can clean up," Amelia instructed, gathering her strength. "And bring some cotton balls to stop the bleeding. It's not a big deal." Thankfully, the wound didn't tear apart.
The agent, feeling sorry for her, wiped the blood off her legs and went to run the bath.
Amelia leaned on the sofa, staring at the check before placing it on her chest. She started thinking, 'From Aiden's reaction, they seems to know each other.
'Could Violet be an old flame? If so, I have no right to interfere.
'With Aiden's temper, messing with Violet could end badly for me.
'It's best not to take the risk. I'd better let Violet design my dress and then get rid of her.
'Oh, I need to arrange for Violet to come when Aiden isn't home to avoid any encounters.
'At least, for now, I need Aiden to boost my career, so I can't let him reconcile with Violet.'
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