Chapter 107 You Hit Me for a Madman?
The man wasn't just wearing a mask, but also sunglasses, covering almost his entire face.
But where the mask's edge failed to cover, a pustule was visible.
Amelia recognized him by that pustule - it was Isaac.
Isaac had come on business, with a briefcase tucked under his arm.
He hadn't wanted to show up anywhere he'd have to show his face, but everyone else in his department was tied up, and he didn't dare ask Maeve for help, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and come deliver the contract.
Still, his heavily covered face looked strange.
But Amelia understood exactly why.
His face would never recover in this lifetime unless he got the antidote.
Isaac had won Maeve's heart with that face and his fake nice-guy act.
So she destroyed that face, making it impossible for Isaac to use his looks to latch onto Maeve anymore.
Compared to what Isaac and Piper had done to her, she'd been pretty nice.
A cold smile played at the corner of Amelia's lips. She said nothing, just stared at him quietly.
But Isaac, after confirming it was Amelia, had a spark light up in his eyes.
Compared to the last time he'd seen Amelia, she seemed even more beautiful now.
Isaac's heart stirred.
Although the Iron Fist Mafia incident last time still scared him, his greedy nature made him quickly forget the lesson he'd learned that day.
He stepped forward, coming up to Amelia.
"Amelia, last time was a misunderstanding. If you're free, can we talk for a bit? I can explain."
Amelia sneered. "There's nothing between us that needs explaining. You should be grateful I didn't kill you."
Isaac's spine stiffened, anger rising in his chest.
Just because she'd made friends with some thugs from Iron Fist Mafia, she thought she was somebody important?
He was being nice talking to her like this - that was already showing her respect.
She really didn't know what was good for her.
"Amelia, don't think that just because you know some shady friends, you can disrespect me, your brother."
"Brother?"
Amelia laughed.
"Isaac, you're really shameless. No wonder you're wearing a mask - is it because you're too ashamed to show your face?"
Isaac's expression froze.
"I'm warning you, you better watch how you talk to me!"
"What if I don't? What are you going to do about it?"
Her tone was clearly dismissive.
"You!"
The receptionist Vivienne, seeing the two of them chatting here, lost all patience.
"If you two want to chat, go outside. This isn't your coffee shop."
Isaac remembered why he'd come.
Business first.
He stepped forward, introduced himself, and said he needed to see Randal Potts from the marketing department.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes."
Vivienne checked the computer based on the appointment information Isaac provided, and sure enough, there was an appointment.
"Please wait, I'll call Mr. Potts."
"Okay."
Isaac nodded, then his gaze fell on Amelia.
"What are you doing here? Who are you looking for?"
Normal people wouldn't come here, and Amelia was a gang member.
She knew people from Iron Fist Mafia, so Isaac instinctively categorized her as a "gang member."
A gang member like her had no reason to be here.
Unless...
she'd slept with some man here.
As soon as this thought occurred to him, Isaac felt upset.
Although Piper had raised Amelia as an adopted daughter, everyone in and around the village knew she was bought to be his future wife.
So from childhood, he'd thought of Amelia as his "property."
Now, thinking Amelia might have slept with someone else, he felt instantly annoyed.
She should be his.
Even though he'd once wanted her dead, even though he'd encouraged Piper to sell Amelia, without his permission, Amelia couldn't sleep with other men.
Especially now that Amelia looked so good, he was even less "willing" to let her go.
At the very least, she should wait until he was tired of her before he kicked her away.
Not have Amelia climb into other men's beds on her own.
Rage burned in his chest.
Isaac stepped forward and grabbed Amelia's wrist.
"I'm asking you! Who are you here to see?"
The man's possessiveness showed fully in that moment.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Amelia twisted Isaac's arm back.
With a crack of bone, Isaac felt a sharp pain in his arm and screamed.
Vivienne had just finished calling Randal and confirmed he would come down personally to meet the visitor, then hung up.
Right after hanging up, she saw Amelia hurt Isaac, and her expression darkened instantly.
"What are you doing?"
Amelia ignored her, still gripping Isaac's arm, her voice colder than ice.
"Who gave your dirty hands permission to touch me?"
Isaac wanted to curse, but his arm hurt so badly he couldn't get out a complete sentence, only kept crying out in pain.
"Next time, I'll chop off your hand!"
Amelia found him disgusting and quickly let go of Isaac.
Isaac moved his arm, but couldn't lift it - it was clearly dislocated.
Vivienne ran over at this point.
"You dare hurt someone in our company? Someone! Where's security!"
Soon security guards came running over, asking what happened.
Vivienne pointed at Amelia. "She deliberately hurt someone in the company. Arrest her, then call the police and send her in."
As long as they sent her to the police station, Amelia couldn't come to the company anymore with that pretty face to scam people.
"Yes!" the security guard responded.
Amelia frowned and explained, "He harassed me first."
"She's lying!" Isaac said, clutching his arm. "I just asked what she was doing here, and she hit me! I'm from the Sullivan Group, here to deliver a contract. Is this how your company treats guests?"
Vivienne didn't want to get implicated and urged the security guards, "What are you standing there for? Grab her!"
Several guards immediately responded and rushed forward to grab her, but were stopped by a middle-aged man's voice.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
Amelia, who was about to teach these confused people a lesson, instinctively turned to look and saw a middle-aged man in a gray suit walking quickly toward them.
"Mr. Potts," Vivienne called out first.
Isaac followed suit.
"Mr. Potts, I came to see you, but ran into this crazy woman who dislocated my hand!"
"Right! She's a lunatic. Earlier she insisted Mr. Crawford was looking for her and forced me to let her go upstairs. Now she's gone crazy and hurt our guest."
The two of them backed each other up, painting Amelia as a lunatic.
What a case of turning the tables.
Amelia's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she was about to teach them both a lesson when she saw Randal raise his hand and slap Vivienne across the face.
A sharp crack, and Vivienne clutched her face in disbelief.
"Mr. Potts? You're hitting me over a lunatic?"
Another slap.
This one was even harder than the last.
Everyone froze.