Chapter 119 Really Think of Yourself as a Rich Family's Daughter?
Efrain's gaze was utterly naked, as if he could strip a girl's clothes off with just his eyes.
This kind of person, no matter how good-looking, would make girls instinctively uncomfortable.
His eyes fixed on Amelia, yet he deliberately spoke in a dismissive tone: "I just sent you a bottle of wine, it's not worth much. Was it really necessary to come up here to thank me? You really haven't seen much of the world."
Indeed, she hadn't seen much of the world. He had known all along that Amelia came from the countryside.
Country folk—how much could they have seen?
But worried that Amelia might be upset, he added: "Whatever, since you're already here, sit down and eat with us. That guy with you is your brother, right? Call him up too. This meal's on me today."
Amelia found it hilarious.
She rarely encountered someone this ridiculous.
She lifted her hand holding the white wine, then let go.
A crisp crash—the bottle fell straight to the floor.
The splashing wine soaked Efrain's pant leg.
Everyone froze.
What just happened?
"Amelia, are you crazy?" Efrain was furious.
"Mr. Young, did you forget everything we told you at my house last time? Or do your ears not work—didn't you hear us?"
Efrain's face darkened.
The humiliation of being kicked out by the Richardson family, then grabbed by Samuel's people, beaten up, and dumped at his doorstep flooded back.
The others looked at Efrain in confusion.
Hadn't they heard that Amelia was desperate to marry Efrain?
How come it didn't look like that now?
Then they heard Amelia speak again: "Mr. Young, this is the last time. If you ever dare to claim you're my fiancé again, I'll make sure you can never open your mouth again."
Her eyes flashed with cold severity—she didn't look like she was joking.
But Efrain wasn't afraid of her at all.
A down-and-out person from the countryside—did she really think she was some rich young lady?
Could she really kill him, Efrain, just like that?
"Bitch, don't be ungrateful. It's your honor that I'm willing to marry you! Apologize to me right now! And wipe my pant leg clean!"
Amelia acted swiftly and decisively—she lifted her leg and kicked Efrain over.
She was wearing high-waisted jeans today, which allowed her to kick quite high.
Efrain fell backward and crashed onto the dining table.
Grease from the plates smeared all over his back, disgusting.
The others rushed forward, helping Efrain up while wiping off the grease.
But this only made Efrain angrier.
Amelia had humiliated him today, and he would never let her get away with it.
He shoved away those trying to help and strode toward Amelia.
"You're asking for it!"
He raised his hand to slap Amelia, but she caught it with one hand.
With just a light lift, she pressed Efrain to the ground, immobilizing him.
Years of womanizing and drinking had left his body weak—he was no match for Amelia.
"Damn it! Let go of me! Someone! Help!"
Efrain's face flushed red as he showed a vicious expression.
The others snapped out of it and rushed forward to pull them apart.
Finding Efrain disgusting, Amelia let go before they reached her and casually grabbed a wet wipe to clean her hands.
This action undoubtedly enraged Efrain further.
Was he that dirty?
"Close the door! I'm going to teach her a lesson today! Otherwise, once she marries me, she'll be even more out of control!"
The others hesitated.
"That's not really appropriate, is it?"
Efrain looked over.
"You don't have to help, but don't expect my uncle to help with your business either."
With those words, the person immediately stopped hesitating.
They had lowered themselves to please this unemployed bum Efrain for one reason—to use the Young family as a shortcut, right?
The private room door closed and locked.
But it wasn't Efrain's people who closed it—it was Amelia.
Closing the door would let her properly teach Efrain a lesson.
Without a good beating, Efrain would dare to act this arrogant next time he saw her.
...
Downstairs.
Grant had already ordered.
Neither of them ate much, but he still ordered a large spread.
He couldn't let Amelia go without.
Even though he now knew that Amelia wasn't what he had thought—cutting grass in the countryside, suffering hardships—he still wanted to give Amelia the best of everything.
But even after several dishes had been served, Amelia still hadn't come downstairs.
Did Samuel need to talk to Amelia about something?
Somehow, he felt uneasy inside.
But thinking of how Samuel had helped Amelia several times, and how Natalie had mentioned Samuel and Amelia's engagement, he chose to trust that Samuel wouldn't bully Amelia.
He called the server over and asked them to slow down serving the dishes, so Amelia wouldn't have to eat cold food when she came down.
The server agreed.
However, just then, Grant spotted a familiar figure through the window across the street.
Tall, wearing a black suit, strikingly handsome.
Getting out of a Maybach. Who else could it be but Samuel?
But hadn't Amelia said she was going upstairs to find Samuel?
Yet Samuel was clearly across the street, with no intention of coming this way.
Grant instinctively sensed something was wrong.
No, he had to go ask!
Grant stood up and ran outside.
As he crossed through traffic, Samuel had already entered a high-end restaurant across the street.
It seemed to be reserved—there were no other customers going in or out, only a few bodyguards at the entrance.
When Grant tried to enter, the bodyguards stopped him.
"Sorry, the restaurant isn't accepting customers today!"
"I'm looking for Samuel, Mr. Crawford."
The two bodyguards exchanged glances but still chose not to let him in.
There were plenty of people who wanted to see Samuel.
Not just anyone could see Samuel.
Grant grew anxious.
"I have something important to discuss with him."
"Then wait at the entrance. Mr. Crawford has important business to discuss today too. Once he's done, you can see him."
"There's no time!"
His intuition grew stronger and stronger.
It was a bad feeling.
Seeing Samuel walking toward the second floor of the restaurant, Grant threw caution to the wind and shouted: "Mr. Crawford!"
Samuel paused mid-step and looked toward where the voice came from.
It was Grant.
Amelia's brother.
Samuel's handsome brows furrowed as he turned and headed downstairs.
The subordinate beside him quickly reminded him: "Mr. Crawford, they're already waiting upstairs."
"Tell them I've been delayed with something. I'll be there soon."
With that, ignoring whatever else his subordinate said, he hurried downstairs and walked toward the restaurant entrance.
Seeing this, the two bodyguards stepped aside and let Grant in.
"What's the matter?" Samuel asked first.
Grant dispensed with formalities and got straight to the point, explaining what had happened.
"We were eating at Crimson Rose Bistro across the street. While ordering, Amelia sent me a message saying she was going upstairs to find you. But I waited forever and saw you over here on this side of the street, so I came to ask."
"No need to ask!"
Samuel didn't wait to hear more and immediately ran toward the other side of the street.