Chapter 219 A Woman's Intuition
Amanda's expression froze, caught off guard by Holly‘s bold demand.
With an arm draped authoritatively over Luann Weaver's shoulders, there was a hint of arrogance in Holly's voice as she spoke, "Do you know who my sister is? She could easily make a fortune with a casual car race or piano recital. Think I need your money?"
Luann Weaver's eyebrows knitted together, her demeanour cool and collected.
"Amanda, your marriage to Eddy is a matter for the White family and the Nash family."
"If you have any complaints, you should take them up with the Nash family, not Holly."
Amanda waved her hands frantically, clearly flustered.
"Sorry, don't be angry. I didn't mean anything by it."
"I've known Eddy since we were kids, and I've always liked him, but I was always too scared to get too close."
"After all these years, I've watched women come and go in his life, none lasting more than a month."
"I approached Holly because I suspected that, in the end, you might not fare any different than the others."
"So, I was thinking, before you and Eddy split, I wanted to give you a little something to make it worth your while."
"It's not like I'm just throwing you some cash to get you to leave him."
Amanda pulled an expensive pen from her purse, the kind that could write checks with a lot of zeros.
She added another zero after the one million.
Then she changed the 1 to a 2.
Twenty million dollars.
For most people, that was a fortune beyond dreams.
Holly Weiss listened to Amanda's proposition, her beauty contrasting with an inexplicable disdain.
If pushed to pinpoint Amanda's flaws, Holly could only attribute it to a woman's intuition.
"Amanda, where's this confidence coming from?"
Holly Weiss cocked her head slightly, casually crossing her legs.
Whether intentional or not, Amanda was sending a clear message: Eddy's going to drop you sooner or later. Better take the money and walk away than cling to him.
"My relationship with Eddy is just fine."
If it weren't for fear of Eddy ratting out to Myron Curtis about that Luann Weaver issue, Holly wouldn't bother locking horns with Amanda.
Amanda sighed softly, "I'm only looking out for you, Holly."
"While you're not too deep yet in this relationship, it's best to cut your losses."
"And twenty million isn't exactly pocket change."
Holly propped her chin on her hand.
"Do you really think I can't do the math?"
"If I leave Eddy, I walk away with twenty million."
"If I stay with Eddy, I become his wife."
"And as the only son of the Nash family, everything will eventually be his."
"What's his will be mine."
"So, which option makes more sense?"
Amanda fell silent.
Her gaze lowered, and her hands rested uneasily on her purse, fingertips lightly hooking together.
"Amanda, it's getting late. Aren't you leaving?"
Holly Weiss delivered the unwelcome hint.
With a refined grace, Amanda stood up and glided toward the door.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you."
With that, she was gone.
Holly Weiss rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and scoffed, "I can't stand people who think they're so high and mighty just because they have a little money."
Luann Weaver spoke languidly, "The White family is not to be trifled with."
"What's that got to do with me?"
After all, she had Eddy to have her back.
Luann's lips pursed slightly with a hint of unease in her heart.
Amanda got into her driver's car and headed home.
Seated in the car, she took out her cell phone, her slender fingers tapping gently upon the screen.
"Miss, we've arrived."
Amanda murmured a soft acknowledgment, slipped her phone back into her purse with grace, shouldered it, and stepped out, her heels clicking crisply as she entered the living room.
The house staff greeted her in unison, "Welcome home, Miss!"
They stood rooted to their spots, not daring to breathe too loudly, an undercurrent of tremble in their stance.
A new maid in her thirties couldn't help but sigh in admiration, "Miss is truly beautiful."
"Don't speak unless spoken to," another reminded her hastily. "Miss detests uninvited conversation."
The maid nodded repeatedly.
Once Amanda had ascended the stairs and was out of sight, the maid expressed her surprise, "Why does everyone seem so tense around her? She looks rather gentle."
The others exchanged looks and shook their heads slightly.
"Just be careful," they advised.
The maid’s anxiety spiked, "But I'm about to tidy up her bedroom."
A collective gasp escaped the others, and they offered her a look of sympathy.
Puzzled, the maid picked up her cleaning supplies and headed upstairs. "What an odd bunch," she murmured.
Reaching Amanda's bedroom door, the maid knocked softly.
"Come in."
Inside, the maid saw Amanda perched on a small swing on the balcony, her long legs slightly raised, her bare feet white and delicate like porcelain, strikingly alluring.
Amanda offered a tender smile filled with warmth, each word imbued with a gentle calm.
"Are you new here? I don't believe I've seen you before."
Seeing Amanda's lovely demeanor, the maid’s anxiety eased. Surely, she wasn't as frightening as they said.
"Yes, Miss. I've only just joined the White family."
Amanda's legs swayed gently, her whole being swinging leisurely.
The slanting rays of the setting sun cast a glistening golden hue over her hair, framing her like a gentle fairy.
"How do you find working at the White family? Are you settling in okay?"
The maid nodded, "The atmosphere here is great, and I like it a lot! Plus, the pay is generous! I thought it would be much scarier when I first started."
A flicker of surprise crossed Amanda's eyes, "Why would it be scary?"
"Just some exaggerated talk, you know!"
"They? Who are they, and what did they say?" Amanda asked softly.
Clearing her throat, the maid explained, "The other staff members... they warned me to be very cautious working for you, not to upset you, lest you would reprimand us, or something along those lines."
Amanda chuckled behind her hand, "Quite the exaggeration, isn't it? Do I really come across as that frightening?"
The maid shook her head fervently, reinforcing her initial impression.
"They must be making it up! Perhaps they're just jealous because you're too beautiful!"
Amanda hummed in response and glanced at the clock on the wall, subtly reminding the maid.
"You've got six minutes left to clean up."
