Chapter 72 She Worries About Him?
Meanwhile, the grievance, panic, fear, and anxiety on Amelia's face vanished in an instant, returning to her usual calm expression.
York, who was naturally straightforward and simple-minded, widened his eyes when he saw this.
"Ms. Richardson, you... you were faking it?"
Amelia nodded directly. "Yes, I was faking it."
"Then you... you're really good at acting."
York didn't know what to say and could only manage this comment after a long pause.
Amelia was actually a bit surprised.
She had thought that everyone under Samuel would be complicated people.
This York in front of her was quite simple-minded.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
It was Samuel.
His calm face showed no emotion as he simply said to York, "You can leave now."
"Yes!"
York nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Seeing Jeremy also standing guard at the door, he quickly pulled Jeremy over and whispered, "You know what? Ms. Richardson was actually faking it just now."
Jeremy asked calmly, "You just figured that out?"
"Wait,"
York scratched his head. "You knew all along too?"
Jeremy nodded.
York got anxious.
"Don't tell me I'm the only one who just found out?"
Jeremy nodded again, then patted York's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll help you buy some supplements when I have time."
"Why would you buy me supplements?"
"Guess."
York looked confused.
It wasn't until he searched on his phone for what supplements do and saw the words "brain nutrition" that he immediately wanted to challenge Jeremy to a man-to-man duel.
"Stop messing around. Be careful not to let Mr. Crawford hear the noise and disturb them."
York held back and suppressed his humiliated anger.
But then he thought of Amelia and frowned. "Jeremy, don't you think Ms. Richardson is too calculating? Can we really feel safe having a woman like that around Mr. Crawford?"
Jeremy's thoughts were completely different from York's.
"What's there to worry about? Mr. Crawford isn't a fool either. Besides, I think only smart people are worthy of someone like Mr. Crawford."
York pressed his lips together and said, "Well, if you put it that way, I think Carol is also..."
"That's enough. Don't mention other people, especially when Ms. Richardson is around."
"What are you afraid of? She can't hear us. Besides, I really do think Carol is great too."
Jeremy shot him a look, and York had to shut up for now.
......
Inside the room.
After the door closed, Samuel got straight to the point. "The matter you wanted me to help you solve is solved. Marlon will withdraw and stop following this case."
There was no surprise in Amelia's eyes.
She knew Samuel was a smart person who could understand what she meant.
She nodded and said, "Thank you."
"Give me your hand," Samuel suddenly said.
Amelia raised both hands, confused. "What's wrong?"
Samuel didn't answer. He just grabbed her left hand and turned it over, carefully searching for something.
She asked in confusion, "What are you looking for?"
"Didn't you get burned by the coffee?"
Amelia was a bit surprised.
"Don't you know I was faking it?"
"But your hand did get splashed with coffee."
"That coffee wasn't hot, it was just room temperature."
But Samuel didn't care and continued to carefully examine her hand.
Only after confirming with his own eyes that she wasn't burned did he finally let go of her hand.
"Next time you want to do something, make sure it won't hurt you first before you do it. Understand?"
His serious expression made Amelia feel a bit awkward.
She cleared her throat uncomfortably and said, "I know, but will this incident get you into trouble?"
"Which incident are you talking about?"
"Mr. Rojas only agreed to withdraw from following my dad's case because he was forced by the situation, but there's no guarantee he won't settle the score later and drag you into it."
Samuel looked up, gazing deeply at her with barely suppressed anticipation in his eyes.
"Are you worried about me?"
"Obviously, I don't like getting other people into trouble."
Samuel didn't quite like this answer.
He shrugged and said, "If I was afraid of getting dragged into trouble, I wouldn't have played along with your act in the first place. What you need to worry about now is your own safety. Because of me, you've offended Janet, and there's no guarantee Janet won't settle the score with you later."
"Do I look like someone who's afraid of people settling scores with me?"
Samuel smiled.
"Then that's settled. We're both fearless, so neither of us needs to worry about the other."
"You said it yourself. If you really do get dragged into trouble, you can't blame me."
"Don't worry, I'd blame anyone but you."
That sounded strange.
She looked away and asked, "You asked me to be your date to help you fend off Janet, right? Now that Janet's been dealt with, can I leave?"
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Don't you have another act to perform?"
Amelia tilted her head in confusion. "What act?"
Samuel said, "On my way to find you, Jeremy told me Grant is at the exhibition entrance. You called him here, didn't you?"
Amelia suddenly remembered her original plan.
—To find out what Yasmin was really trying to do by suddenly going to Grant's room.
If Samuel hadn't mentioned Grant, she would have almost forgotten about this.
"Is Grant still at the entrance?"
"I've already had my people take him to the conference area."
"I'll go find him."
"I'll go with you."
"No need, you do your thing." With that, Amelia walked straight to the door, pulled it open, and walked out.
Jeremy gave Samuel a questioning look, asking if he should continue following Amelia.
Samuel shook his head slightly.
Since Amelia didn't want him following, he wouldn't follow.
Anyway, since she was going to put on a show, he would soon see an interesting performance.
On the other side.
Yasmin had been waiting in the main exhibition hall for a long time but hadn't seen Steven.
Just when she thought Steven might not come, she finally saw Steven walking over from the conference area.
Steven was wearing a white tailcoat today, looking every bit the elegant gentleman.
As soon as he appeared, he caught the attention of many girls at the venue.
Yasmin instinctively felt threatened.
Although Steven couldn't compare to Samuel, he was more than good enough compared to other wealthy men.
Such a rich and handsome man was extremely sought-after.
She absolutely couldn't let Steven slip through her fingers like this.
Yasmin quickly fixed her hair and makeup and walked toward Steven in quick steps.
Steven was currently on the phone with Bobby, explaining the little incident that had just happened in the room.
Bobby's tone showed obvious surprise.
"That Ms. Richardson again? What exactly is her relationship with Samuel?"
"Samuel says she's his fiancée."
"Fiancée?"
Bobby on the other end was shocked, then said with relief, "Good thing when we went to The Richardson Manor that day, your grandfather and I made our position clear that our two families are no longer enemies. Otherwise, this would really be troublesome."
Steven said nothing.
Because of Yasmin, he instinctively disliked the Richardson family.
Especially that Amelia.
He heard Bobby continue, "Remember this in the future too—don't have any more contact with Yasmin. The Richardson family really doesn't like her now."
"I..."
Steven was about to speak when he caught sight of Yasmin walking toward him.