Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 588

It was an empty promise, but Frank was blinded by anxiety at that moment, so he didn't realize that Kendall was

playing with him.

"Do you want to separate the sesame seeds here, or do you want to bring them back home, President Mendelson?"

asked Amos kindly. "Young Mistress Kendall says that if you want to stay here to separate the sesame seeds and

save your time traveling back home, I'll need to prepare a table and a chair for you, but you'll need to take care of

your meals yourself. You can either get takeout or pay us to make you some food."

Hearing that, Frank complained in secret, Indeed, she's Master Dylan's wife. Just like him, she's always thinking

about getting money out of me. Right, married couples always share similar traits. Sigh, they're made for each

other.

"Is there someplace shady?"

"You can separate the sesame seeds in the guardhouse, but I wouldn't recommend all of your men squeezing inside

since it's quite a small space. It will be too compact with too many people inside."

The unhesitant Frank replied, "I'll stay here. Let me use your guardhouse, please." There was an air conditioner in

the guardhouse, so he wouldn't feel the heat even when the sun shone on the top of his head.

"Sure, President Mendelson. We can lend you the guardhouse, but there will be a fee. We have an air conditioner, a

water dispenser, a refrigerator, and many other appliances in the guardhouse, but of course, you'll be charged for

every item you use."

At this moment, Frank's face darkened before he turned green in the face. If Dylan was in front of him right now, he

would grab his collar and curse at the man.

He's so much better off than me, yet he's so stingy and cheap! Even if I don't use the guardhouse, the air

conditioner would still be running, right? Wouldn't his electricity consumption be the same?

"Pay him. Take out all the cash you have on you now and give them to Mr. Miller." After swallowing his anger, he

turned around and instructed his bodyguards to chip in.

All of his bodyguards took out their wallets and pooled all the cash they had together. With approximately 10,000 in

total, they managed to gather quite a considerable amount.

After Frank motioned for his bodyguards to hand over the money, he then asked Amos, "May I use the guardhouse

now?"

After Amos took over the money, he answered with a smile, "Of course. Go ahead, President Mendelson. By the

way, you haven't had breakfast, have you? You can tell us if you're hungry. As long as you pay up, we will never let

you go hungry or thirsty."

Frank replied awkwardly, "It's okay. Thank you, Mr. Miller." He was afraid that he would need to pay another 1,000

for a cup of the Colemans' water.

I know Dylan is brazen enough to take the money. He is! He's brazen enough to collect the money! It's blatantly

obvious with the way he collected 10,000 from me just so that I could use the guardhouse. No wonder the

Colemans are filthy rich. Their money all comes from all these rip-offs. They're so unscrupulous and cruel! I

concede defeat in this sense!

"I should report back to my master now. If you need any help, you can ask the security guard to give me a call. I'll

be on standby. As long as you pay up, I will treat you like a king."

"You can head back in and serve your master and mistress, Mr. Miller," said Frank. I can't afford to use him. With a

master like Dylan, there will be a butler like Mr. Miller. They're all the same!

He knew very well that he wouldn't get anything good from Dylan. If Dylan did not put him on the spot and ripped

him off when he asked for help, pigs might even fly. Moreover, he was the one who stepped into the Coleman

Residence on his own.

Although he didn't feel good, he would endure it for Amelia as long as Dylan didn't come after his life.

Meanwhile, Amos turned around with a smile on his face and walked into the house.

Dylan and Kendall were already done with their meal when he stepped inside.

The moment Kendall saw Amos returning with a wad of cash, she knew that Frank had accepted her challenge.

After putting the wad of cash in front of Dylan, Amos said with a smile, "Young Master Dylan, this is the fee that

President Mendelson paid us for borrowing our guardhouse. His bodyguards chipped in."

Dylan took the stack of cash and handed it to his beloved wife beside him. With a smile, he then said, "Honey,

here's some pocket money."

As Kendall took over the stack of cash and realized it was approximately 10,000, she beamed. "Earning Frank's

money is so easy, darling."

Hearing that, Amos chuckled, and Dylan put on a broad smile as well. "That's right, earning his money is easy. Let's

take this chance to earn as much as we can. We'd be able to blow off some steam and make him go crazy at the

same time," he replied with a grin.

Previously, Kendall had been chased out of the Coleman Family because of Frank. Although Dylan had already

made him pay for this, this incident was still a thorn in his heart, so he wanted to torture him when he had the

opportunity.

"Well, he's shown some sincerity by accepting my challenge." After laughing, Kendall pocketed the money happily.

"He's the type of man who doesn't fall in love, but when he does, he'll love the girl for the rest of his life." Dylan

knew his rival quite well.

Frank wasn't a flirtatious man, so if Amelia got into a relationship with him, she would be happy.

Frank wasn't a flirtatious man, so if Amelia got into a relationship with him, she would be happy.

"Amy has feelings for him too, but since Frank was obsessed with me because of the baby, it confused her. She

didn't quite believe his feelings for her." Kendall understood her best friend's worry as well. If she was in Amelia's

shoes, she would worry and have doubts too. Now that she wasn't involved in the matter, she could see the whole

picture clearly, but the person in the picture, Amelia, wouldn't be this rational.

"Where did Ms. Taylor go?" Dylan simply asked.

"I just gave her some advice, asking her to travel and relax a little. I have no idea where she's gone off to, though."

Amelia hadn't contacted her as well, so she didn't know where Amelia's first stop would be.

"But you promised Frank…"

Kendall put on an enchanting smile. "I promised to meet him or pick up his call, but I didn't say that I would tell him

Amy's whereabouts. Although I was the last person she called before she left Orapolis, I didn't bad-mouth Frank." I

just asked her to change her phone number and not contact Frank.

Also, Frank could've used his connections to search for Amelia; he didn't need to come here on his own to let her

make things difficult for him.

However, even if he knew where Amelia was and went after her, finding a person in a big city was just like finding a

needle in a haystack.

He had probably sent people to search for Amelia at the same time he came here to ask Kendall for Amelia's

whereabouts. He's such a smart person. How can he not have another string to his bow?

Dylan tapped on her little nose affectionately and complimented her, "Indeed, you're my wife. You're behaving

more like me." Especially when it comes to ripping people off.

"People say that couples mirror each other. Of course, I need to be more like you. That way, we'd be a perfect

match."

With a smile, he wrapped his arms around her waist before kissing her on the cheek.

When Kendall remembered that Amos was still there, she quickly pushed him away, but when she looked up, Amos

was already long gone.

"Mr. Miller left when I hugged you." Amos was a very sensible person. He would never hang around and third wheel

the couple.

Instantly, her face flushed. Being this lovey-dovey with Dylan all the time made her feel a little embarrassed when

facing Amos.

I didn't see anything, Young Mistress Kendall. You can continue what you're doing with Young Master Dylan, Amos

thought.

Fronk wosn't o flirtotious mon, so if Amelio got into o relotionship with him, she would be hoppy.

"Amy hos feelings for him too, but since Fronk wos obsessed with me becouse of the boby, it confused her. She

didn't quite believe his feelings for her." Kendoll understood her best friend's worry os well. If she wos in Amelio's

shoes, she would worry ond hove doubts too. Now thot she wosn't involved in the motter, she could see the whole

picture cleorly, but the person in the picture, Amelio, wouldn't be this rotionol.

"Where did Ms. Toylor go?" Dylon simply osked.

"I just gove her some odvice, osking her to trovel ond relox o little. I hove no ideo where she's gone off to, though."

Amelio hodn't contocted her os well, so she didn't know where Amelio's first stop would be.

"But you promised Fronk…"

Kendoll put on on enchonting smile. "I promised to meet him or pick up his coll, but I didn't soy thot I would tell him

Amy's whereobouts. Although I wos the lost person she colled before she left Oropolis, I didn't bod-mouth Fronk." I

just osked her to chonge her phone number ond not contoct Fronk.

Also, Fronk could've used his connections to seorch for Amelio; he didn't need to come here on his own to let her

moke things difficult for him.

However, even if he knew where Amelio wos ond went ofter her, finding o person in o big city wos just like finding o

needle in o hoystock.

He hod probobly sent people to seorch for Amelio ot the some time he come here to osk Kendoll for Amelio's

whereobouts. He's such o smort person. How con he not hove onother string to his bow?

Dylon topped on her little nose offectionotely ond complimented her, "Indeed, you're my wife. You're behoving

more like me." Especiolly when it comes to ripping people off.

"People soy thot couples mirror eoch other. Of course, I need to be more like you. Thot woy, we'd be o perfect

motch."

With o smile, he wropped his orms oround her woist before kissing her on the cheek.

When Kendoll remembered thot Amos wos still there, she quickly pushed him owoy, but when she looked up, Amos

wos olreody long gone.

"Mr. Miller left when I hugged you." Amos wos o very sensible person. He would never hong oround ond third wheel

the couple.

Instontly, her foce flushed. Being this lovey-dovey with Dylon oll the time mode her feel o little emborrossed when

focing Amos.

I didn't see onything, Young Mistress Kendoll. You con continue whot you're doing with Young Moster Dylon, Amos

thought.