Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 470

"President Mendelson, can I leave now?" Amelia gave up trying to convince Frank.

He was too obsessed, so she knew that she could never convince him.

Kendall had gone physical with him the last time and he allowed her to pummel him. After that, he rested at home

for a few days and did not leave the house for that period. Even till then, he could not bear to part with her.

"Leave?" He sneered coldly, "What, are you that excited to meet your blind date?"

Through his bodyguard, he heard that Sophia told Amelia on the phone, saying that if she could leave at noon, she

should try her best to rush to Urban Break and meet her blind date since he had been patient despite waiting so

long.

Perhaps the other party himself was not exactly a regular person, so he did not want to be too picky either.

"Yes, I'm indeed excited to meet my date." Amelia had no intention to go for the blind date, but she admitted it just

to leave.

At that point, Frank lifted his mug and held it high as he glanced at her.

Is he going to throw that at me? She instantly pulled out the chair and scrambled to curl up underneath his desk.

Yet, she did not expect him to also pull out his chair and bent down to look at her underneath the table.

"What's with you? Is there money on the ground?'

"I wish."

At that point, Frank instantly rummaged in his pocket for his wallet and flung all of the cash in his wallet under the

table. He ignored her shocked look and said, "Pick up all the money and go into my pantry to make me a cup of

coffee."

As he said that, he placed the mug he had held up high previously underneath the table too. He then took a seat

back onto his black swivel chair.

As for Amelia, she was rendered rather speechless.

So, his action earlier wasn't intended to throw the mug at me but to have me make him a cup of coffee? That

b*stard! Why couldn't he have just said it instead of scaring me?

Amelia no longer rejected a gift horse in the mouth as she glanced at the pile of money underneath the table.

Then, she gathered the entire lot without any qualms.

Subsequently, she held the stack of money in one hand and grabbed his mug with the other as she rose from

underneath the table and stood upright.

"Am I allowed to leave after making your coffee?"

"When have you ever left before 11.00PM since the day you came to me?"

At that point, Amelia's expression darkened. "Rephrase that, because I didn't come to you. You were the one who

forcefully dragged me to you!"

Frank lifted his head to look at her and tried to explain himself, "I instructed my men to invite you over, but I had no

idea what they did to you. Anyway, it wasn't what I'd intended."

Amelia snorted derisively. That's bullsh*t! He's a nasty man!

She stuffed the money into her pockets and turned around to walk off with his mug in her hand.

"The pantry's on your right," Frank reminded her.

Amelia, who was about to walk out of the door, shifted in her direction and headed toward the pantry on the right.

He mentioned earlier that it was just a tiny pantry, so she trusted his words and expected exactly what he had

described. As soon as she walked in, she realized that she was naive.

"Amelia."

Frank did not tag along into the pantry, but it felt like his voice was following her.

However, she ignored him.

"You're going on a blind date today, so why didn't you doll up for the occasion?" He knew that she could hear him.

Amelia stuck her head out from the pantry and responded confidently, "I'm a natural beauty, so I don't even need

to doll up specifically for the occasion because that would be unnecessary and a waste of time too. I'd be much

happier getting some more sleep than wasting the time to doll up."

Frank nodded. "Yeah. That's true."

"But you could have at least put on some prettier clothes. It's scorching hot out there, so aren't you tempted to put

on a pretty, slinky dress? Do you even have one? Do you need me to buy you some nice dresses?"

Amelia withdrew herself and went back into the pantry. While brewing his coffee, she replied, "I don't like to wear

them."

"Kendall doesn't either. It's no wonder that you guys are best friends. I noticed that you guys seem to be quite

uncomfortable and fidgety in ball gowns whenever you attend dinner parties."

Gosh, he brought up Kendall again. Well, indeed, Kendall isn't fond of wearing dresses. That's because she's a

martial artist and it'd be quite hard for her to get around in a dress.

"I reckon you'd look much prettier in a dress for your blind date."

"Is there any point in this conversation right now? Are you trying to rub salt in my wound? You've forcefully held me

captive here and I don't even get to meet my blind date, so why are you here talking about what I should or should

not wear?!"

B*stard! Nasty, awful b*stard!

At that, Amelia decided to use as many coffee beans as she could to make him a cup of pure, unadulterated, bitter

coffee. He doesn't deserve a good cup of coffee!!!

Kendall would never fall for such a nasty man like him either! Neither would I! Whatever it is, anyone who falls for

him must be blind!

At that point, Frank stopped speaking.

Since Amelia was brewing him a cup of special coffee, she took a while to finish things up.

She had no chance of leaving either, so she felt super bored and took a seat on the couch in the reception area.

Then, she took out the money she had gathered underneath the desk and counted them repeatedly.

I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored! This is the only thing I can do.

She was unaware of it, but Frank noticed her unamused expression while swiping the notes and he revealed a faint

smile, which was unbeknownst to himself.

I didn't bring much cash with me today. I should bring some more next time and spread it all over the ground so she

can take her time to collect and count 'em.

Frank's mood was somehow lifted now that he had managed to stop Amelia from attending the blind date.

As for Dylan, who was forced apart from his wife because of Frank, he stood under the scorching sun in front of the

entrance to the Parker Residence.

The merciless sun shone brightly and Dylan's handsome face was crimson from the hot weather. Sweat dripped

down his face profusely since he stood there the entire morning and his feet felt sore as his knees rattled from

fatigue. However, he persisted and maintained his stance.

The bodyguards, who had stood there along with him the entire morning, shot sympathetic looks at him. They had

tried more than once to convince him to take a seat or wait in the car, but he refused to listen to them.

Ronnie signaled for the others to keep an eye on Dylan as he stepped away stealthily. He moved somewhere further

and placed a call back to Coleman Mansion; he rang specifically to speak to Tia.

That was because she was the butler for the main house, so he would have to go through Tia to speak to Tilly. Soon

enough, Tia answered the phone.

"Ronnie, how's Young Master Dylan doing?" There was a frantic note in Tia's voice because this was the first time

ever she had received a call from Ronnie.

He was one of Dylan's personal bodyguards and was basically always by Dylan's side. Everyone in Coleman Mansion

could practically memorize Ronnie's contact number.

As a result, Tia had assumed that something bad must have happened to their young master.

"Tia, is Old Madam Coleman at home right now? I need to speak with her urgently."

Ronnie did not have the time to exchange pleasantries with Tia and he had to quickly grab the chance to seek help

from Old Madam Coleman. Otherwise, he would be in deep trouble if Dylan found out.

Tia hastily replied, "Old Madam Coleman's here. Hold on. I'll pass the phone to her."

As Tia spoke, she grabbed the cordless phone and headed over to Tilly, who was currently speaking with Jane.

"Old Madam Coleman, it's Ronnie on the line. He has something urgent that he needs to talk to you about."

"Quick, bring me the phone."

Tilly reacted the same way as Tia did and assumed that something bad had happened to Dylan.

Subsequently, Tia hastily handed over the cordless phone to Tilly.

"Ronnie, what happened to Dylan?"

"Old Madam Coleman, Young Master Dylan is currently in front of the Parker Residence, but President Parker

refused to let him in. He's been standing outside for the entire morning and he seems to be on the brink of

collapsing, yet he still refuses to leave."

As soon as Tilly heard that, her expression paled instantly.

Oh, no! Dylan's legs were not even fully recovered yet! After standing for such a long period, he must be in

excruciating pain. At that thought, she could only imagine the pain he was currently in.

Frank's mood was somahow liftad now that ha had managad to stop Amalia from attanding tha blind data.

As for Dylan, who was forcad apart from his wifa bacausa of Frank, ha stood undar tha scorching sun in front of tha

antranca to tha Parkar Rasidanca.

Tha marcilass sun shona brightly and Dylan's handsoma faca was crimson from tha hot waathar. Swaat drippad

down his faca profusaly sinca ha stood thara tha antira morning and his faat falt sora as his knaas rattlad from

fatigua. Howavar, ha parsistad and maintainad his stanca.

Tha bodyguards, who had stood thara along with him tha antira morning, shot sympathatic looks at him. Thay had

triad mora than onca to convinca him to taka a saat or wait in tha car, but ha rafusad to listan to tham.

Ronnia signalad for tha othars to kaap an aya on Dylan as ha stappad away staalthily. Ha movad somawhara

furthar and placad a call back to Colaman Mansion; ha rang spacifically to spaak to Tia.

That was bacausa sha was tha butlar for tha main housa, so ha would hava to go through Tia to spaak to Tilly. Soon

anough, Tia answarad tha phona.

"Ronnia, how's Young Mastar Dylan doing?" Thara was a frantic nota in Tia's voica bacausa this was tha first tima

avar sha had racaivad a call from Ronnia.

Ha was ona of Dylan's parsonal bodyguards and was basically always by Dylan's sida. Evaryona in Colaman Mansion

could practically mamoriza Ronnia's contact numbar.

As a rasult, Tia had assumad that somathing bad must hava happanad to thair young mastar.

"Tia, is Old Madam Colaman at homa right now? I naad to spaak with har urgantly."

Ronnia did not hava tha tima to axchanga plaasantrias with Tia and ha had to quickly grab tha chanca to saak halp

from Old Madam Colaman. Otharwisa, ha would ba in daap troubla if Dylan found out.

Tia hastily rapliad, "Old Madam Colaman's hara. Hold on. I'll pass tha phona to har."

As Tia spoka, sha grabbad tha cordlass phona and haadad ovar to Tilly, who was currantly spaaking with Jana.

"Old Madam Colaman, it's Ronnia on tha lina. Ha has somathing urgant that ha naads to talk to you about."

"Quick, bring ma tha phona."

Tilly raactad tha sama way as Tia did and assumad that somathing bad had happanad to Dylan.

Subsaquantly, Tia hastily handad ovar tha cordlass phona to Tilly.

"Ronnia, what happanad to Dylan?"

"Old Madam Colaman, Young Mastar Dylan is currantly in front of tha Parkar Rasidanca, but Prasidant Parkar

rafusad to lat him in. Ha's baan standing outsida for tha antira morning and ha saams to ba on tha brink of

collapsing, yat ha still rafusas to laava."

As soon as Tilly haard that, har axprassion palad instantly.

Oh, no! Dylan's lags wara not avan fully racovarad yat! Aftar standing for such a long pariod, ha must ba in

axcruciating pain. At that thought, sha could only imagina tha pain ha was currantly in.