Chapter 69 All Cunning People
Amelia looked in the direction of the voice.
The person speaking was Janet, Marlon's daughter from earlier.
In other words, the blind date Samuel needed her help to fend off.
Blocking blind dates was something Amelia hated most.
Previously, a guy in the Shadow Operations Division had been relentlessly pursued by a girl.
Because it was so annoying, he asked her to help him put on an act.
As a result, the girl did stop chasing her subordinate, but then started causing trouble for her instead.
It wasn't until she couldn't take it anymore and taught the girl a lesson that things finally ended.
Now that this kind of situation was happening again, Amelia instinctively resisted.
But she had no choice.
Who told her she owed Samuel a favor and had agreed to come?
But if she had known earlier that she was coming to help him reject a woman's advances, she never would have agreed.
She'd rather repay Samuel's favor some other way.
She just hoped this Janet was a reasonable person.
Amelia met Janet's gaze and nodded. "Yes."
Janet responded meaningfully and sat down in the seat next to her.
"My dad has been incredibly busy with a case lately, which involves someone from the Richardson family. I wonder what relationship that person has with you, Amelia?"
Amelia's eyelid twitched slightly.
"What's his name?"
Janet stared into her eyes and said, "Quinton, the chairman of the Richardson Group."
Amelia's hand gripping the teacup suddenly tightened.
Seeing her silence, Janet already had some guesses.
But she still deliberately said, "That person is from the Richardson family, and so are you, Amelia. So I'm curious and just asking—you don't mind, do you?"
"I don't mind."
"And that Quinton is...?"
Janet pressed the question relentlessly, so Amelia simply admitted directly, "Quinton is my dad."
Janet raised her eyebrows.
Although she had already guessed, hearing Amelia admit it personally still surprised her.
Of course, what surprised her wasn't that Quinton was Amelia's father, but that Samuel was actually engaged to a daughter of the Richardson family?
Everyone in Goldenvale now knew that the Richardson Group was finished.
And Quinton would soon be sentenced.
Samuel was a smart person—he'd just lost his head for a moment.
After all, Amelia's face was annoyingly beautiful.
But Janet's face didn't reveal any of her true thoughts. She even took Amelia's hand proactively, looking guilty as she said, "I'm sorry, Amelia. I seem to have touched on a sore spot. I just thought it was a coincidence, but didn't expect it to actually be true."
Amelia calmly withdrew her hand.
"You don't need to apologize. You didn't know."
Janet nodded but grabbed her hand again.
"Amelia, don't worry. Now that we've met, we're friends. About your father's situation, when I go back, I'll mention it to my dad. Within the limits of the law, I'll try to get him some special consideration."
Janet wore a smile, but it sent chills down one's spine.
Amelia's expression suddenly turned cold.
She yanked her hand back and looked at Janet with narrowed eyes.
"Ms. Rojas, I have a bad temper. If anyone dares to provoke me or my family and friends, I will definitely pay them back a hundred or thousand times over."
Janet looked shocked.
"Amelia, what are you misunderstanding? I'm saying this because I consider you a friend."
"Then I'll pretend I heard nothing just now, and Ms. Rojas had better pretend she knows nothing either. Otherwise, I will definitely do what I say."
Janet looked even more hurt.
"Amelia, you really misunderstood me. I have some good feelings toward you, so I really want to be friends with you. I—I have no bad intentions, and I won't upset you or your family and friends."
As she spoke, she suddenly leaned close to Amelia's ear.
"Ms. Richardson, I think you should understand what I mean. You have only two choices: either go back and break up with Samuel immediately, or I'll make your father break up for you. Understand?"
The word "understand" carried a heavy threatening tone.
But the next second, Amelia suddenly splashed the coffee from her right hand onto herself.
The coffee in the cup wasn't hot, but she still cried out in pain, and then two streams of tears fell down her cheeks.
Samuel immediately looked over, and seeing it was Amelia, he quickly strode to her side.
"What happened?"
Amelia didn't look at Samuel, but said to Janet with a heavy sob in her voice, "Ms. Rojas, I know you like Samuel, but not only did you splash coffee all over me, how can you also threaten me with my father?"
Janet hadn't reacted yet. Hearing this, she looked completely stunned.
A cold smile flashed quickly in Amelia's eyes.
They were both cunning people. Since she loved to put on an act, Amelia would play along.
After all, she came here to act anyway—she didn't mind adding another scene.
"Janet, what's going on?"
Marlon also walked over with a dark expression.
In an instant, everyone in the room gathered around.
Janet said through gritted teeth to Marlon, "She splashed coffee all over herself, but then turned around and said I did it!"
Marlon's face darkened as he stared hard at Amelia.
"Ms. Richardson, do you know that slander is also a crime?"
Hearing this, Amelia cried even harder.
She shook her head pitifully at Samuel.
"I didn't falsely accuse her."
"She just leaned close to my ear and said that if I don't break up with you, she'll have her father go after my father."
"When I didn't agree, she splashed coffee on me."
"Samuel, you have to believe me. Everything I'm saying is true. If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance cameras!"
When she came in, she had already noticed that there were no surveillance cameras in this room at all.
And it made sense—the people here all had special status.
They wouldn't install any surveillance in this room.
"I didn't! Amelia, you're lying! How dare you slander me—I won't let you get away with this!"
Janet's face no longer showed her initial gentleness, her eyes full of cold light.
Amelia looked frightened and shrank closer to Samuel.
"Samuel, it doesn't matter how she bullies me or slanders me, but please, please don't let her hurt my father."
Amelia's expression was full of pity.
A beautiful woman in tears—everyone present was deeply moved.
Samuel's face was even darker, his eyes revealing an icy coldness.
He held Amelia's hand that had been scalded by the coffee and said, "Don't worry. I won't let anyone hurt you, and I won't let anyone hurt Mr. Richardson."
As he spoke, he called York over.
"York, take Amelia to treat the injury on her hand first."
"Yes!"
York stepped forward and, protecting Amelia, said, "Ms. Richardson, please come with me."