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Drake Butler closed his computer. Only Nicole had the answers to those questions, whether she really was once someone’s shameless mistress who had destroyed the man’s family in the end.




“Keep investigating,” Drake ordered in a low voice.

Rey voiced his affirmation and left, after which Drake's dark gaze fell on a corner. She even gave birth to triplets, so what exactly was he expecting?




****




When Amelia returned home, she ran back to her room where she dialed Katya's number, for she could only vent her anger to her.




“You caused trouble at Nicole's company?” Katya asked in shock.




“My dad bought her a house worth 8 million behind me and my mom’s back. Why wouldn’t I be pissed?”




“I can’t believe Nicole could do that! Amelia, you have to be careful. You mustn’t let her snatch all of your father’s property in the end,” Katya reminded.




“Hmph! I’ll never let her off the hook and I won’t let her live in peace either,” Amelia seethed. “Are you at home, Katya? Let’s go out for drinks tonight!”




“Um… I’m not feeling too well these days, so I can’t drink for now,” Katya declined. “You should get someone else to accompany you.”




Amelia sensed that Katya was being exceptionally secretive these days because they used to hang out rather often in the past.




Over in the luxurious villa, Amelia ended her call with Katya as her gaze darkened. Nicole's mother had saved Drake, which meant that Nicole could exploit that fact to request anything of him. She could even ask to marry him and it would most probably be done.




As for the reason why Nicole hadn’t made this request yet, it had to be due to her personality. She was a stubborn person and definitely not one to lose her sense of self over riches. In short, she lived quite the sober life.




Hence, she wouldn’t marry someone just because she wanted to repay some kindness. She had said in high school that she hated the person who caused her mother’s death, so could it be that Nicole still hated Drake for that?




No matter what might happen, Amelia had to stop Nicole from making that request and the best way to achieve that was to show Nicole how intimate she herself was with Drake. Then, Nicole would hate both herself and Drake even more.




Amelia took a glance at the time. It was

almost time for people to get off work, so

she should also head off and pay Bourgeois

a visit...




She enjoyed the treatment that was fit for a rich young lady when she drove in the sports car Drake gave her. Whenever she was on the road before this, she could only admire the rich, beautiful daughters of wealthy families. Now, she herself had become the object of admiration too.




All eyes would be on her whenever she stopped on the road. The young men would gape in awe and her vain heart would be immensely satisfied.




Amelia got on the elevator and headed right for the design department at Bourgeois. Her appearance had brought about the looks of admiration and respect from all the female employees in the office because she was the wife of their boss.




She immediately walked to the door of Nicole's office and proceeded to open the door without so much as a greeting.




Nicole was gathering her things and ready to go home when she saw Hayley barging in. Her expression darkened as she asked, “What are you here for?”




Amelia was wearing a V-neck dress with a set of jewelry that shone brilliantly on her chest. It was the exact jewelry that was on display that day. She touched it and said to Nicole, “Drake gave me this. Does it look good on me?”




"If you're looking to show off, you have approached the wrong person." Nicole stared at Nicole coldly since she knew the woman well enough..




Nicole didn't come from a rich family, but her vanity was second to none. As soon as she received something nice, she would show it off to everyone whom she knew..




"I'm here to invite Drake to dinner. We still have a romantic date waiting for us tonight, so I won't hold you up." She was actually here to flaunt her relationship with Drake Butler.




“Although I have no idea how blind he had to be to see something in you, anyone with eyes would know that he deserves better,” Nicole retorted mercilessly.




Amelia's expression sank and she snorted. “Nicole, you don’t know how he sees me at all. What right do you have to say that?”




“Then, tell me, how did you reel him in?”







“That’s none of your business. Whatever that needs to happen between us has already happened. You don’t know how much he loves me. He gives me everything I ask of him.” Amelia raised her eyebrow gleefully.




Nicole was stunned for a few seconds. Looks like they have already slept together? Looks like I have underestimated Amelia's abilities.




“Nicole, don’t tell me you have fallen for him too?” Amelia asked tentatively.




“What? Are you scared that I’ll snatch him from you?” Nicole wasn’t stupid. Of course Amelia was scared of her and wouldn’t let her live in peace.




“Y-You won’t be able to take him away.” Hatred flashed across Amelia eyes.




Nicole felt uncomfortable as she recalled the kissing incident in the car last night. If Drake Butler really slept with Amelia, she really didn’t want to do anything intimate with him.




“Don’t worry, everything you’ve used before is dirty to me,” she responded coldly.




“All right, I’ll tell Drake every word you said then.” Amelia sneered, assuming that Nicole would be scared because she had said something wrong.




On the contrary, Nicole was quite generous about it. “Then, make sure you don’t miss even a syllable. Try mimicking my tone so that you can be more convincing as well.




Shock was evident in Amelia's eyes. Nicole was exuding confidence from head to toe, which was exactly what Amelia was envious about.




Amelia still left in the end, after which Nicole let out a sigh. If Amelia came looking to show off, she wouldn’t be getting what she came for.




****




In the president’s office.




 Amelia knock on the door......




“Come in,” a man’s deep and alluring voice responded.




She opened the door to see a handsome figure seated on the couch before she called in a sickly sweet voice, “Drake.”




Drake narrowed his eyes and asked. “Why are you here?”




“I got too bored, so I wanted to go for a walk.” With that, Amelia bit her red lips in a pitiful manner, then took a seat beside him and stayed silent.




"What's the matter? Did someone bully you? He could sense that she was upset.




"I went to see Nicole just now. I wanted to apologize for what happened last time, but she.. But she refused to accept my apology and chased me out. She even said..."




Drake frowned. “What did she say?”




“She asked about our relationship, so I told her that we have the most intimate relationship. Then, she suddenly said that everything I’ve used is dirty to her.” Amelia's eyes were filled with displeasure.




Drake immediately understood that he was the dirty one that the woman mentioned.




He couldn’t help but snort in secret. Me? Dirty? Then, why did she initiate that kiss last night? Now she’s saying that I’m dirty? What an ungrateful woman.




Amelia was secretly observing the expressions of the man beside her. However, she found him spacing out and lost in his thoughts with no intention of comforting her. Doesn’t Drake know that Nicole was insulting him?




“All right, don’t come to the company anymore if there’s nothing important. There’s so much anger in this place that you might get upset again.” Drake quietly comforted her with the intention to instruct her as well.




“What if I miss you, though?”




“I’ll visit you when I have the time. Otherwise, you can just give me a call, message me, or get me on a video call.” Drake looked at her. Even though she now gave him a completely different impression from 5 years ago, he still wouldn’t mistreat her.




As Amelia's gazed at the man's perfect

profile, she suddenly caught sight of a red

mark on his neck. She gasped and hastily

leaned closer to him to have a look. "Drake,

what happened to your neck?".




"Nothing, it's just an allergic reaction." Drake adjusted his collar to hide the mark.




"How did you get it?"




“I'm allergic to seafood...” he explained in

a low voice as he got up. "Please wait

while I deal with some emails."




Drake walked over to his desk while Amelia

went to the washroom to fix her makeup..




She rose to her full height and walked to the washroom, after which she opened the door and entered a cubicle. As soon as she went in, a few female employees also entered.




“Girls, I saw it clearly when I went to deliver the documents earlier. That mark on President Butler's neck is a hickey.”