Chapter 397 Not Letting Him Feel Comfortable
Christian's lecherous gaze infuriated Amelia completely. "Put me down!"
Christian snapped impatiently, "Stop squirming! Who the hell wants to carry you?"
The disgust in his tone overflowed like a brimming cup, and the cold glint in his eyes further conveyed his displeasure.
His icy demeanor felt like needles piercing her heart, and Amelia instantly sensed his malice.
It wasn't a joke or a tease, but pure, unadulterated loathing. It was as if he were holding a pile of garbage, something filthy.
"Mr. Young, please put me down. Someone of my status isn't worthy of being touched by Mr. Young. I don't overestimate myself."
Amelia felt a chill in her heart. Christian's status was far above hers, and she knew his arrogant nature well. She never expected to have any interaction with him. If it weren't for an unresolved grudge, she wouldn't even want to mention his name.
But his condescending gaze, like that of an aristocrat looking at a peasant, deeply wounded Amelia.
Christian cursed, "Stop being so pretentious."
He didn't let go, not because he couldn't bear to see her walk, but because he couldn't afford to lose face. A grown man carrying an injured person and then dropping them—what would people think? What would they say?
Even though he wore sunglasses, he was still a semi-public figure.
He wasn't afraid of rumors, but he couldn't afford to lose face.
Amelia sneered, "I didn't expect Mr. Young to care about his reputation. I thought someone of your caliber wouldn't care about such mundane opinions. Turns out, you're even more vulgar than them."
"Amelia? What's going on?"
Ashley, accompanying Damian to the hospital, saw Christian carrying a barefoot Amelia out of the building. She immediately noticed Amelia's bandaged feet.
Christian cursed again, feeling truly unlucky. "Since your friend is here, figure it out yourself."
With that, he put Amelia down and walked away, not caring about her well-being.
Pretentious!
An actress who sleeps around, getting all high and mighty over a touch or a glance at her chest? Does she really think she's some noble lady?
He knew the women in the entertainment industry all too well.
They dressed glamorously, but behind closed doors, they were all debauched.
Sometimes, he felt disgusted even while having fun with them.
That's why he had started seeking women from universities in the past two years. At least they were somewhat more natural and less jaded.
Amelia hit the ground hard, the pain in her feet sending a cold sweat down her back. She clung tightly to Ashley's arm to keep from falling. "Help me over there to sit for a bit, and then, when you're done, buy me some bigger slippers. My toes hurt."
It wasn't convenient to ask too many questions here, so Ashley carefully helped her, leaving the two men behind.
"Did Christian find out and deliberately retaliate against you?" Ashley asked in a low voice.
Amelia's feelings towards Christian had evolved from hatred to complete and utter disgust. The feeling of disgust was even more piercing and unbearable than hatred.
"He probably doesn't know, but we've made enemies again today. Damn it!"
Ashley ruffled her hair. "Wait here a bit. I'll go buy the slippers. Then you can ride back with me, and we'll talk more later."
Amelia nodded obediently. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Meanwhile...
Christian brushed off his clothes in disgust, trying to rid himself of Amelia's scent. "Why are you still hanging out with her?" he asked Damian.
"Why can't we be together?" Damian replied, one hand in his pocket. He had overused his right hand while driving yesterday, causing it to ache and even go numb at times.
Christian clicked his tongue and glanced outside the glass door. "Do you really think she's a good woman? They're all the same, not saints. Be careful not to get tricked. They're like vampires; they won't stop until they've drained you dry. See her friend? She almost ruined her feet just to get a lead role in a crappy TV show. I'm not interested in such ruthless women."
Damian chuckled. "Sounds like you've been set up."
"Set up? No one can set me up!"
Damian patted his shoulder. "Don't talk about your son like that."
Christian froze.
Fuck!
Amelia put on the slippers and slowly got into the car. She noticed the neatly arranged documents on the passenger seat, with a pen on top. "What's this?"
"It's all revised and ready to use."
Amelia opened the passenger door and picked up the top sheet. "Wow, this handwriting is beautiful!"
Ashley said, "Damian's handwriting is indeed nice."
Amelia pouted and put it down, using the pen to hold it in place. "Damian, Damian, it's always him. When will you stop mentioning him?"
Ashley replied, "We're having dinner at Sven's place today. I learned something from Freya that I want to share with you."
Amelia, sitting in the back and taking off her shoes, said, "Having dinner at someone's house? You're just asking to be misunderstood. Damian is really something. Even after the divorce, he still has you wrapped around his finger. No wonder they say all businessmen are cunning!"
Ashley didn't bother explaining. "At first, you advised me to use his resources without getting emotionally involved. But I realized that was too difficult and underhanded. I couldn't do it. Then I thought about keeping my distance and not getting entangled, but from Freya, I saw another possibility."
Amelia, knowing Ashley's romantic tendencies all too well, scoffed. "What possibility?"
"To be flexible."
"That's it?"
Ashley smiled. "Don't underestimate that phrase. It's actually very hard to achieve. For example, I didn't want to go to the construction site with him, but he offered to help with the financing plan. I'm not good at that, but he is. Look, after he revised it, doesn't it look very convincing, like you want to invest immediately?"
Amelia, though reluctant to admit it, had to agree. "Fine, and then?"
"In Rochester City, we can't completely avoid people like Damian. If we want to move up, we'll inevitably enter their social circles. Should we just stop here?"
Amelia gritted her teeth, saying nothing.
Yes, if she really wanted to make a name for herself and win an award, the next step would be to interact with people like Christian.
Charity galas, business gatherings, dinners, big-budget movies, and even some special deals.
She couldn't avoid it.
Unless she stayed at the bottom forever.
Ashley touched her toes. "So, what happened?"
Amelia sniffed, reluctantly saying, "I showed off some ballet, barefoot."
Hearing that she danced ballet barefoot, Ashley's blood pressure rose. "Are you crazy? Who made you do that? Christian?"
"He came to the set today to reselect the lead actress and made me dance in front of everyone... Damn it! It was clearly a personal vendetta. He just doesn't like me. I knew it. Why would someone of his status visit the set? He came specifically to humiliate me!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
Ashley was even more furious. Christian, that bastard, had repeatedly made things difficult for Amelia. "I understand. We won't let him bully you for nothing. Did you get the role?"
"I got it, but it was so humiliating."
"Christian is a jerk! Since we've suffered, we can't let him get away with it. Amelia, I'll help you secure this role."
Amelia snorted. "Do you believe Christian won't sleep well tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
"I may have hurt my feet, but I'm not dead. I won't let him have it easy!"
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