Chapter 558 The Truth About Why Christian Hates Ashley
Christian stood there, stunned for a full three seconds, doubting his ears. "Did I hear you right, Mr. Hearst? Rent the factory to someone else and then blow it up? Isn't that a lose-lose situation? Even if it's just a pile of scrap metal, at least keeping it would give us something to hold onto. If we blow it up, there's nothing left. If my dad asks about it later, I won't be able to hold my head up."
If it weren't for every time Ulysses asked, he would always use Damian as a shield, saying it was Damian's idea. Otherwise, Ulysses would have broken his legs long ago.
Damian said, "Do you have a better way to handle it? After the explosion, I'll give you a plan to clean up the mess, ensuring you have a way to explain it to Ulysses."
Christian had an almost blind trust in Damian, especially in business strategy, so he readily agreed, "Alright! Tell me your plan in detail."
For the next five minutes, Damian communicated with Christian on how to let Volcano's subcontractor move in, how to sabotage secretly, and how to only destroy raw materials without harming personnel.
Christian understood the damage Volcano had caused to KM before, so he had no objections at all. "Don't worry, just because of what they did to you, I have to help you. Leave it to me."
After discussing business, Christian coldly asked, "Ashley is back again. Are you feeling romantic?"
Damian warned, "I reminded you, don't touch her!"
"Don't touch her? So Faye just died without any explanation? You know very well that the person who caused Faye's death is Ashley. Why can you ignore your own sister's death? Damian, we've known each other for so many years, I always agreed with and admired your way of doing things, but when it comes to Faye, I'm very disappointed!"
Faye's death was an eternal regret and pain in Christian's heart. He could not forgive the murderer!
On the other end of the line, his breathing was steady but agitated. Damian listened, closing his eyes. "Faye's death may not be her fault. That day she just received a call and mistakenly guided Faye without knowing. The car accident was an accident."
Christian cursed, "You're still defending her? How can Faye rest in peace in heaven? You don't deserve to be her brother!"
Damian remained calm, without much emotion. "Christian, you can't live in the past forever. Faye is dead, she won't come back. You should move forward and live your own life."
"Can you? Can you give up Ashley and start a new life with another woman? Can you?" Christian retorted, not giving an inch.
Damian didn't want to argue too much over the phone. "You're too emotional. We'll talk another day."
Then, he hung up the phone.
"Damn it!"
Christian angrily threw down his phone.
With a loud crash, the phone's glass screen shattered into pieces.
Damian was crazy, absolutely crazy.
For Ashley, he could even ignore Faye's death!
Are all the women in the world dead? Why must he love a two-faced bitch?
Ashley was definitely not a good woman, definitely not.
Back then, when they were investigating the truth behind Faye's death, they finally suspected Ashley, but Damian said it couldn't be her and gave up that lead.
The hope of rescue became increasingly slim, and eventually, the rescue team also gave up.
Christian privately hired a rescue team to continue expanding the search area. He didn't believe Faye had just died without any explanation.
But after more than five years, even if he numbed and deceived himself, he had to accept the cruel fact that the lovely Faye could never come back.
Christian grabbed his car keys, got into the Ferrari, and roared away.
His emotions were released in the speed and cold wind, racing all the way to the Blue Star Club.
He was wrapped in a heavy aura of killing intent, and everyone who saw him avoided him.
With a bang, his rapidly moving body collided with someone coming from the opposite direction.
The person's hand slipped, and their bag and phone fell to the ground, the phone bouncing far away.
Christian, in a fit of anger, didn't care about the unlucky person at all. Even after bumping into someone, he didn't slow down, his feet moving swiftly.
Amelia gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. "Stop!!"
The air went still.
Christian, with red eyes, turned his head and saw the woman under the crystal chandelier in the hallway. His anger grew even more intense. "Amelia?"
Great!
Couldn't catch Ashley? Running into her good friend works just as well!
Amelia felt a chill down her spine. Damn it, was this guy going to start a fight? The aura he was emitting was a bit sinister. "Mr. Young, you hit someone and just walk away? Is that polite?"
Christian glanced sideways at the things on the ground, his cold face expressionless. "How do you want me to be polite?"
Amelia pointed with her chin. "At least, help me pick them up."
"Try another way."
With that, Christian grabbed Amelia's slender arm, forcefully and irresistibly dragging her into a private room.
Amelia, with her thin arms and legs, had no muscle to speak of and was no match for him in strength or combat. Her body spun, leaving her dizzy, and moments later, she was thrown heavily onto the sofa.
Her back hit the leather cushion, the pain almost bringing tears to her eyes.
Christian kicked the door shut with a bang and locked it with a flick of his wrist.
In the luxurious, oversized private room, the two of them stared at each other.
Amelia uneasily shrank back. "What are you doing?"
Christian casually tossed his car keys onto the shelf and started taking off his coat with one hand. "This is my way of being polite."
The heavy men's coat was thrown roughly onto the plush carpet, making no sound.
But in Amelia's heart, it was like a thunderous boom. She gripped the sofa, her heart pounding wildly. "Mr. Young, don't be impulsive. This is Mr. Hearst's territory. Causing a scandal here wouldn't be good. Besides, I'm not a virgin, so I don't have any appeal to you."
Suddenly, her vision went dark as Christian's body blocked most of her view.
He bent over, his hands on the back of the sofa, his long legs and arms forming a menacing circle. His cold, ruthless gaze fixed on Amelia. "You've been rising fast in the entertainment industry these past two years, with top agent Ava backing you. How does success taste?"
Amelia had nowhere to escape, so she tried to make herself as small as possible, calculating how to save herself. Hearing his sarcastic tone, she gritted her teeth. "Mr. Young, you're a big shot in the entertainment industry. To you, I'm not even a small fry. Even if you wanted to blacklist me, you wouldn't need to do it yourself."
First step in self-defense: belittle herself like crazy.
No matter what, she had to escape from his grasp first.
Christian was clearly not himself tonight.
"Do you think your acting skills are great, your charisma huge, and that the industry's resources are pouring towards you, with good scripts and directors, no one exploiting you, and no one blocking your path?"
Amelia glared at his mocking eyes, angrily retorting, "Mr. Young, what do you mean? Even if we're both in the industry, my success doesn't affect you. My resources aren't yours."
"Ava, a top-level agent, breaking the rules to take on a money-losing woman like you, do you know who arranged that?"
Amelia bit her lip. Damn it, who was he insulting!
"It was Mr. Hearst, compensating Ashley and giving you benefits, providing resources. Everything you have today was built on the blood and flesh of your good friend. Ashley is suffering in Sylvania, while you're a big star back home, and you feel no guilt? What a bitch!"
Half of Amelia's body went numb, her mind blanking out for a moment. "You said, it was Mr. Hearst?"
"Not just that! Your dad's half-dead company was also kept alive by Mr. Hearst, who poured billions into a photography equipment company that KM doesn't care about. Do you know why he helped you?"
Amelia remembered Ashley saying that Damian was interested after seeing the financing plan.
And at that time, they thought that if Damian bought the Fields Group, he could easily control them, essentially conquering them by changing their minds.
But Christian's reaction didn't seem to match that.
"Why did he help me?" Amelia asked uneasily.
"Because your good friend is very good at selling herself! Even after the divorce, she's still selling her body, serving as a bed warmer for her ex-husband! Who knows how many nights she spent and how many tricks she used to save the Fields Group from bankruptcy, sparing your dad from huge debts. To be honest, Ashley has been very kind to you, willing to be Mr. Hearst's..."
A crisp, loud slap interrupted his words.
Amelia, furious and unable to bear his verbal humiliation any longer, gritted her teeth and cursed, "Christian, shut up!"
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