Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 499

Amelia watched Frank walk up to her. As he was much taller than her, she had to look up to see his face.

"You did not say I couldn't sweep the bills with a broom." She thought he was going to stop her from sweeping.

However, his words only made her blink in confusion.

"You're hungry?" he asked in a low voice.

Just as she thought he was going to stop her, he asked if she was hungry instead.

Hearing that, she wondered if she should tell the truth or not.

What if she told him the truth, and he ended up starving her even more? Knowing his foul personality, there was a

possibility that would happen.

And so, she eventually lied. "I am not hungry. It was just nonsense I came up with. The denominations are too small.

I would still be pissed even if my arms went limp from picking them all up."

The picking-up process would be much more enjoyable if these were bigger bills she was picking up.

"Is one million not enough for your pocket money?"

Amelia was at a loss for words. Oh, fine! It might be pocket money, but one million is no meager amount.

Many people would not even know when they could make a million in their lifetime. (It is the author here. I can't

even come up with a hundred thousand. President Mendelson, I don't mind small changes. Please give me a chance

to pick up money till my arms go limp.)

"You were the one who said you're hungry."

Frank was a stubborn man. Now that he heard her talk about being hungry, he was going to cling to her words.

"If you think I eat too much, you can let me go home after I collect the money. I won't eat anything from here."

"So, you do know that you eat a lot," he refuted.

Amelia didn't know what to say in reply.

Due to her habit of taking pictures of handsome men, she couldn't mingle with the upper-class circle. In a way,

Kendall was her only friend.

Therefore, Amelia did not need to pretend to be noble and ladylike. She could do whatever she wanted as long as

she was comfortable.

It was the same for her appetite. She could eat whatever and however much she wanted.

She was unlike other women who wanted to maintain their figure and ladylike image, not daring to eat too much.

When Amelia attended banquets, she always thought it was unappetizing every time she saw the other women

eating practically nothing.

She liked finding a quiet place to eat her heart out with Kendall.

"Desmond, is dinner ready?" Frank asked solemnly, to which Desmond quickly replied, "It is ready, Master. Would

you like to have dinner now?"

He guessed what Frank meant but after watching on for a while, he couldn't figure out what his master wanted to

do. Is he going to eat by himself in front of Ms. Taylor? Or does he feel bad because she is starving?

Frank hummed and his eyes swept in Amelia's direction as he said indifferently, "You can eat after you pick up the

money. And you aren't allowed to use a bill counter. You have to do the counting yourself. You can leave after you

are done counting. But if you can't finish… My floor's pretty clean if I do say so myself. I don't mind you lying down

on the floor."

Desmond immediately started bad-mouthing Frank the moment he heard those words. Master, I can tell that you

are single by choice.

You have different feelings for Ms. Taylor, but you don't even know it. You are asking for it. You will regret it when

you start trying to win her over someday.

Amelia, on the other hand, was grumbling to herself, I knew he wouldn't be up to any good when he walked over.

He's already merciful by allowing me to sweep the money with a broom and have dinner after that.

Still, what a jerk!

She was quietly cursing him out to the point Frank kept sneezing even after he turned around and walked into the

dining room.

Suddenly, the man came to a stop, and he turned to glare at Amelia.

"You are scolding me and even my ancestors," he stated.

"Am not."

"Especially me. You have thoroughly cussed me out."

Amelia's heart thumped but still, she stubbornly denied his claim. "I would never have the courage to do something

like that."

When Frank proceeded to let out a light chuckle, she felt her cheeks warm up, possibly because of his laugh.

With the help of a broom, Amelia quickly swept all the money in the hall into a pile. Desmond then got her a huge

bucket to put the money in.

Amelia couldn't help thinking that Frank was blatantly showing off his wealth!

After putting all the money into the bucket, Amelia washed her hands and unceremoniously waddled into the dining

room.

Frank had already started eating when she entered but despite seeing her, he didn't say anything.

Amelia, who had no cutlery prepared for her, shamelessly went to the kitchen and got herself a plate and fork. She

then plopped down in front of Frank and started inhaling the food.

Desmond hadn't lied to her after all. These were all her favorite dishes.

And so, she ate with great relish.

"Frank, the chef at your house is great at cooking. They can probably compete with the Colemans' chef."

Impassively, he asked, "You have had a meal at the Coleman Residence before?"

"Sure did. I have also had food that Young Master Yoseph cooked himself. His cooking is seriously delicious. And they

look good too. I couldn't bear to poke my fork into the food he prepared. Young Master Yoseph is also super good-

looking. He kind of looks like Master Dylan. They are brothers after all. Not only is he a funny guy but he's also

handsome and he cooks. Where else can I find a man like him? I heard that Master Dylan is also a man of many

talents, but he keeps it all hidden. Kendall and Master Dylan are a match made in heaven. I didn't believe in love

before I saw them together. Now, I sometimes want to be deeply in love at least once."

It was a pity that Ronnie, whom she liked, had no special feelings for her.

I might die before I ever succeed in love.

Ha… Forget it.

She continued, "The young masters of the Coleman Family are all amazing. They are the best among the best. I

also met Young Master Robert the last time I followed Kendall to the Coleman Family's horse farm on a vacation.

He's also a handsome man. His riding skills were superb—what are you doing, Frank? I'm not done eating! Why are

you taking the food away?"

Amelia kept praising the sons of the Coleman Family as she ate, but the expression of the man across her changed

suddenly. Frank then turned his face away and ignored her before unexpectedly taking away all the food in front of

her.

Not only that, he even snatched away her plate and fork as he cleared the table.

How quick of him to turn against me, she thought.

Frank's face was dark as he grunted, "Go to Yoseph then if he is so good at cooking and decorating food. Tell him to

make you more of those delicious and pretty dishes you like so much."

Amelia opened her mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, she touched her face and asked

the gloomy-faced man, "Frank, does my skin look thick to you?"

Hearing that, he took a look at her. Her skin looked just about right to him.

"Exactly. I can't possibly get him to cook for me! Even the most important people in Orapolis can't get him to do

anything he doesn't want to. Who am I but a wee lassie?"

Jane was the only reason Amelia had the chance to try Yoseph's cooking.

"I am glad you're self-aware," Frank mocked. "You are but an ant compared to him."

"Right! I can't possibly get him to cook for me but since I'm friends with Jane, I can always get a free meal there

when Jane finally becomes the young mistress. I won't have to worry about not having food when both the young

mistresses are my friends!"