Chapter 27: You're Leaving New York

Damned business suspension, the studio hadn't been open for long and was on the rise. If clients found out about the violations and the suspension, how could they maintain their trust?

The suspension had already lasted a week, and Zoe hadn't stopped pleading with the Tax Bureau, but there was still no intention of allowing them to reopen.

There's no wall that doesn't leak wind. The few clients soon learned about the studio's suspension.

Such a time bomb was something everyone would avoid. Clients expressed their unwillingness to continue wearing clothes designed by the studio.

They wanted to sever ties with the studio, even without the deposit. Zoe's persuasive tongue couldn't retain the clients, and she was now in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

Amelia had recently advanced a salary of 100,000, and now the studio was facing such a situation. Seeing Zoe's worried face, she felt guilty.

Amelia was also trying to make up for it, but to no avail.

One day, Amelia returned home and had just sat down when Chloe called.

In a bad mood, Amelia hung up directly. Unexpectedly, the usually arrogant Chloe kept calling until Amelia, unable to bear the harassment, answered.

On the other end, Chloe wasn't angry that Amelia hadn't answered the phone. Instead, she took pleasure in inviting her out for a meal.

"Amelia, let's have dinner together."

"Are you crazy? Are we close?"

Amelia was in a bad mood and spoke sharply, not giving her a good face.

Seldom seeing Amelia's emotional collapse, Chloe was in a good mood and continued to invite her.

"Are you sure you don't want to meet with me? I've heard that the studio has been suspended. Are you sure you want to provoke me?"

The meaning was clear. Amelia understood that it was indeed Chloe behind the scenes.

Thinking of these days, seeing Zoe's young and beautiful face full of sorrow all day, Amelia's guilt made her agree to meet Chloe.

This Chloe, unable to get Oliver's heart, came to torment herself. On the way to the restaurant, Amelia sent a message to Zoe.

"Zoe, don't panic, our studio will definitely reopen. Trust me."

Zoe didn't reply, probably still running around.

Amelia closed her eyes and rested, preparing for a possible tough battle ahead.

Chloe had arrived early, sitting quietly and elegantly sipping a cappuccino. It had to be said, Chloe was also a beauty, and her noble aura made people step back.

She also thought that only Oliver was worthy of her.

As soon as Amelia entered the door, she saw Chloe sitting gracefully by the window and couldn't help but think of the day she heard her throwing things outside the door. She was really good at pretending.

"You're late."

Amelia sat down without any shame, not feeling ashamed at all.

She took the initiative and said:

"It's you who invited me, don't you understand this etiquette?"

After that, Amelia called the waiter.

"Waiter, order. You invited me, you pay."

Neither of them was in a hurry to get to the point. Amelia ordered all the expensive dishes on the menu.

During the wait for the dishes, they started to talk.

"Tell me, what's the matter? The reopening you mentioned on the phone, did you do something behind the scenes?"

"Yes, it's me, so what? You want to fight with me, you're still too young."

Her guess was confirmed. Amelia was not shocked. It was expected, but she didn't expect Chloe to admit it so openly and even boast about it.

"It's despicable, Miss Chloe was deliberately making things difficult for me before."

"So what, what? Oliver and I are getting married to make you understand your place. You never understood, so I had to use some means to make you understand."

Amelia knew that she had targeted herself and even reached the studio. She ordered a large table of dishes, but Amelia was in no mood to eat.

The means were really dirty!

"What's the matter? Angry? There's more. Your father was also the one I found, and I told him the address. How about that, surprised?"

Saying this, seeing Amelia's gloomy face, Chloe laughed, showing the attitude of a victor, looking down on Amelia.

"You're crazy!"

Amelia didn't indulge her. Since she was so arrogant, she directly stood up, picked up the water beside her, and splashed it on her face.

Amelia's action was something Chloe never expected. She screamed.

"Ah! My newly styled hair!"

After screaming, she took out her phone to take evidence and planned to complain to Oliver.

"You'd better stay away from Oliver, and it would be best if you left far away like six years ago."

"I think you have a misunderstanding. From beginning to end, I don't want to live as Oliver's accessory. I'm just me, not your imaginary enemy."

"Oh, really? I see what you do is different from what you say. Hypocritical. What are you pretending for? You also have a grandmother, right? She is seriously ill and being treated in a top hospital. Without Oliver, could your grandmother get such good treatment?"

"You investigated me?"

"So what, your father is also not a good guy. He owes a lot of money in my friend's casino. He just asked you for money, right? This money is not enough to fill his hole. If you choose to leave Oliver, I can consider helping you. Help transfer your grandmother to a place where Oliver can't find her, ensure her treatment until she recovers, and write off your father's debt. How about it, this deal, you won't lose at all."

Amelia had to admit that her current situation was very complicated. She didn't want to rely on Oliver, but she couldn't achieve what Chloe said by herself.

She finally bowed to reality, and those unspeakable feelings for Oliver would forever stay in her stomach.

They were never in the same class and couldn't go the same way. It's better to break up early.

"Well, I promise you, I hope you can do what you say."

"Refreshing, I'll pay for this meal, and I hope you act as soon as possible."

Chloe laughed heartily, wiped the water from her hair with a paper towel, and left happily with the latest bag.

For a moment, her eyes were sour, and tears flowed down again. Six years, she still couldn't solve the trouble and couldn't face her heart.

The delicious food in her mouth didn't taste good either.

In the evening, when she returned home, Amelia dismissed the servants and butler and cooked a large table of dishes for Oliver.

There was a sound at the door, and Oliver came back.

What he saw was Amelia busy in the kitchen, and the table was full of home-cooked dishes. The small figure was wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen. Hearing the sound, she turned around.

Oliver suddenly felt that the cold villa was full of fireworks because of Amelia's presence, and the fatigue of the day disappeared.

"I'm back, come and wash your hands for dinner."

Amelia first stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the face, then led him to the sink to wash his hands.

Very proactive, very unusual.