Chapter 164: James Enraged
Around 4 PM, a private car stopped at the entrance of the Smith Group. Amelia pushed open the door and got out.
She was still dressed head to toe in designer brands, wearing exquisite makeup, with oversized sunglasses covering most of her face.
In high heels, she walked with elegant steps, like a proud peacock, strutting inside with her head held high.
She didn't even glance at the reception desk, walking in as if no one else existed.
But after just a few steps, a security guard grabbed her arm. Without saying a word, he started dragging her outside.
There had been orders from above long ago—Amelia was not allowed to appear at the company.
If they saw her, throw her out directly.
"Get your dirty hands off me, let go!"
Amelia's face darkened as she raised her hand to slap the guard's face.
Her raised hand was caught by the guard again. Showing no mercy, he twisted it back and locked it behind her.
Amelia screamed in pain and raged, "Are you blind? How dare you treat me like this!"
She struggled to break free, but the more she struggled, the harder he twisted.
Amelia's face contorted in pain.
Her bag fell to the ground, and her sunglasses fell off during the struggle, revealing eyes that were clearly haggard and worn out.
Even thick makeup couldn't hide it.
The guard's gaze swept across her face—that look made Amelia's expression even uglier.
Was he looking down on her?
Her beauty, which she took such pride in—who did he think he was to look down on her!
But before she could explode, the guard had already thrown her out.
Right after, her bag and sunglasses were tossed beside her like garbage.
Amelia's face twisted with rage. She had just stood up and was thinking of other ways when she saw James walking out of the elevator.
"James!"
Seeing him, Amelia's eyes instantly reddened. She looked at him pitifully, trying to gain his sympathy. "Everything I did was because I loved you too much, wanted you too much."
With just one word from him, she could continue living smoothly in Imperial City, living the life of a rich person, being admired by others.
"For the sake of our past relationship, could you talk to Louis and the others, please?"
She tried to rush over but was grabbed by the guard again and pulled aside.
James acted as if he hadn't heard Amelia's words at all. His face was cold as frost, not even giving her a sideways glance as he continued striding forward.
He naturally knew about Amelia's recent situation.
Without him deliberately asking, people would tell him to curry favor, revealing that they were targeting Amelia.
At first, it was just testing the waters.
His response to these people was cooperation, and profitable cooperation at that.
His actions completely made it impossible for Amelia to move an inch in Imperial City.
She couldn't squeeze into high society circles, and she looked down on ordinary circles.
How glorious she had been before, that's how miserable she was now.
Everywhere she went, she was mocked.
There was no place for her in Imperial City's high society anymore.
Didn't she look down on Mia?
He was going to make her become the ordinary person she despised most.
Robert drove up in a black Maybach and stopped at the company entrance.
James bent down and got in the car.
With a press of the gas pedal, they were about to leave.
Seeing James unmoved, before he could drive off, Amelia rushed forward and blocked his way.
"James, do you really have no feelings left for our past? Can you really bear to destroy me so completely?"
James said coldly, "Move."
Amelia looked at James. She didn't believe he could really be so heartless to her.
James's eyes were cold and indifferent as he pressed the gas pedal directly.
The instant James pressed the gas, Amelia immediately moved aside.
Because she was afraid of dying, she dodged so hastily that she fell clumsily to the ground.
James's car drove past her side and sped away.
Amelia sat disheveled on the ground, watching the direction James's car left.
He knew what she cared about most. Him not caring about her was no different from destroying her completely.
If he dared to make her suffer, she would return it a thousand times over.
To make someone hurt, you must target what they care about most!
She would make James and Mia suffer a thousand times more than her for the rest of their lives!
Just as Amelia stared venomously in the direction James left, a gaze from the shadows was also watching her like a poisonous snake!
...
In the evening, at closing time, a black Maybach stopped across from Mia's company building, directly facing the main entrance.
James sat in the car, waiting quietly.
Since promising Mia that as long as she was happy, he wouldn't deliberately appear in her life, he had specially changed cars. Every day he would arrive a few minutes early, timing it perfectly to park here and wait for her.
He just wanted to see her.
She said: If he didn't appear before her, she would become happy.
The first day he drove here, on one hand he really missed her and wanted to come see her, and on the other hand he wanted to confirm whether Mia would really be happy leaving him.
If leaving him, she still wasn't happy or joyful, then he would break his promise and never let go.
But—
It was closing time. Mia didn't work overtime today. She left right on time, walking out with several colleagues she got along well with, talking and laughing.
The moment James saw Mia's figure appear, his hard features instantly softened.
"Look, it's that Maybach again. Wonder who they're waiting for?"
This car had been appearing for almost a month now.
They saw it every day after work, but didn't know whose car it was.
They'd tried to find out through various channels—in the entire building, across all companies, no one drove a Maybach.
Hearing this, Mia looked over.
The car had tinted windows. From outside looking in, you couldn't see anything.
But James sitting inside the car could see her clearly.
Their eyes met.
James watched the smile on Mia's lips.
The Mia who had slowly withered and faded by his side had truly become happy after leaving him, just as she said.
Although she would never laugh as carefree as before, over this past month, he had witnessed her transformation with his own eyes.
She was still very thin, but her complexion was getting better day by day, and her lips always curved in a gentle smile.
Understanding her as well as he did, he could naturally see that she was really trying hard to emerge from past pain.
Leaving him, she really was doing better than when she was by his side.
James sat quietly in the car like this, eyes reddening, watching Mia's figure leave the whole time.
Only when her figure completely disappeared from his view did James reluctantly withdraw his gaze.
He started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove off in the opposite direction from Mia.
In a month's time, he had seen it with his own eyes.
It was really time for him to let go.
...
A week later, at Azure Palace Hotel.
James had a business dinner today. Since the divorce, his gaze had become increasingly indifferent, with a coldness in his bones that made people instinctively afraid.
Passing by a private room, hotel staff were delivering drinks inside.
He continued forward expressionlessly when suddenly—
"Let go of me!"
A familiar voice reached his ears, and James's steps suddenly stopped.
Mia!
He turned around abruptly and strode back. Seeing what was happening in the private room, James was furious. With a dark expression, without time to think, he rushed over in large strides.