Chapter 469


    After the call with her mother ended, Amelia continued waiting for Frank in the guest room while killing


    her time by reading web novels and watching short clips.


    She almost died out of boredom when Frank''s secretary entered the room. With utmost decorum, she


    said, "Ms. Taylor, President Mendelson wants to see you."


    Amelia thrusted her phone into the pocket before rising to her feet. She took barely two steps before


    halting to ask her a question gingerly, "About the breakfast I prepared, did he eat it?"


    The secretary reciprocated with a smile as she answered, "Yes, he did. He enjoyed it."


    "He did? Really? Did he vomit or chew me off?" She was bbergasted.


    The secretary was at a loss for words. Ms. Taylor is one daring woman. She must be pulling a prank on


    President Mendelson with that breakfast. She''s bold to do that.


    Due to his public disy of affection, everyone in the Mendelson Group was aware that he coveted a


    married woman. Many of them spected that it was Frank''s way of taking his nemesis down.


    Either way, it was true that Frank treated Kendall with care.


    Considering that Amelia and Kendall were best friends, the secretary assumed that Frank was putting


    up with Amelia''s prank as a token of affection for Kendall.


    Amelia arrived at the presidential office under the secretary''s guide. "President Mendelson wants you


    to enter alone, Ms. Taylor."


    "Oh, alright. Thanks." Once the secretary left, Amelia lifted her leg to kick the door open.


    The secretary was so speechless as she happened to turn her head and witness the violent scene.


    Oblivious of the spectator, Amelia carried on with the kicking. Although Frank said e in'' as per


    custom, she did not bother to stop booting the door. One minuteter, Frank finally opened the door by


    himself and his face darkened upon realizing how she intended to swing her foot again.


    "Greetings, President Mendelson." She shed a sweet smile appropriately while setting her foot down.


    He looked at how her footprint covered the door as his expression became rigid.


    "Get a cloth and wipe it clean before youe in," he behested without closing the door before


    returning to his seat. "If you don''t make it squeaky clean, get me a new door."


    Between the option of purchasing a new door and cleaning, she opted for thetter. She obtained a


    piece of cloth from the secretary and dampened it. When she returned to the ''crime scene'', she began


    wiping off her footprints from the surface while grumbling in undertone.


    Her actions made the secretary chuckle in silence. She could see how her boss was tolerating Amelia''s


    antics too. Who else would have the audacity to do that to Frank''s face?


    A couple of minutes passed and Amelia was sitting opposite of Frank with an office table between


    them. His alluring eyes zeroed in on her quietly.


    "If you keep staring at me, I might think that you''ve fallen for me, President Mendelson."


    The nerves on his temples protruded. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"


    "How was the bread? Is the coffee to your taste?"


    He kept his lips sealed as he had no no ns on telling her anything about the food.


    "I heard that you have a blind date today," he finally spoke about the matter he heard from Desmond.


    Desmond''s intention was to make Frank nervous. After all, it was not like everyone would pass up a girl


    like Amelia. If Frank held onto his obsession toward Kendall, he would regret for his lifetime once


    Amelia married someone else.


    Besides, he could not covet another man''s wife and snatch her away, could he?


    "What''s wrong? Can''t I go on a blind date?"


    Momentarily paused, Frank questioned, "Who''s that guy?"


    "It has nothing to do with you. It''s not you, anyway."


    "Kendall is the only one I love." His facade grew dim as his voice deepened when he said that. It was


    as if he could dispel the smidgen of unsettledness in him that way.


    Why am I feeling this way? She''s going on a blind date and it''s none of my business.


    "Kendall doesn''t love you, Frank. If you truly love her, you should let her go and let her live in peace


    withYoung Master Dn. Do you know what true love is? I bet someone who''s forceful like you don''t. "


    Frank red at her menacingly and snorted. "And you do?"


    Aside from liking Ronnie, she had no dating experience at all, yet she spoke like a rtionship


    professional.


    "Of course, I do. True love isn''t about possessing, it''s about wishing the best for the other party. If you


    leave her alone and give your blessings to her and Young Master Dn, watching her happy alone is


    enough for you to feel joy. After all, she''s the sunshine of your life."


    He retorted, "I''m not that kind of a great person. I only know that the woman I like must marry me and


    we''ll have kids together, and you''re asking me to let her go with another man? Dream on. They can


    only seek happiness together over my dead body."


    "So, that''s not true love. It''s an obsession. You''re reading your feelings wrongly."


    "Tell Dn the same thing. Let''s see if he''s willing to relinquish Kendall to me," he countered.


    "Why must he do that? You''re not the person Kendall loves; it''s him. And they''re a loving, married


    couple. Who gives a homewrecker like you the right to ask him to give up on Kendall for you?"


    Frank jumped to his feet, bending over to yank her over by the cor as he raised another hand high


    up.


    A frightened Amelia shut her eyes, but he did not swing his hand onto her cheek. Not feeling the


    expected pain on her face, she slowly opened her eyes. His grim countenance was so terrifying that


    she shrunk her neck in surprise.


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    Assh*le! He always loses his temper when I scold him. He must be doing it on purpose! He''s using it as


    an excuse to be physical!


    Frank felt the intense urge to p her in the face because she said he was a homewrecker.


    Homewrecker? Kendall and I had a baby. Dn Coleman is the homewrecker, not me! And yet she''s


    taking his side by saying that I''m the homewrecker.


    His blood was boiling, but he could not bring himself to p her upon looking at her terrified self with


    those tightly shut eyes.


    I must be crazy. Why am I feeling sorry for her?


    Kendall had been the only exception for him as of today; his soft spot and gentleness were reserved for


    her and only her.


    Releasing Amelia''s cor, he put down his hand and returned to his seat. With an icy tone, he imed,


    "I don''t hit women."


    She sunk onto her chair as she was scared out of the daylights.


    "Mark my words, Amelia Taylor. Kendall and I had a baby, and we''re a couple. Dn is the


    homewrecker, not me!" he insisted.


    "That''s just a dream, Frank. It''s only a dream!"


    While he kept silent with a darkened expression, she could finally understand Desmond''s helplessness


    and Kendall''s troubled feelings. Both of them must be running out of luck for meeting such a boss and


    madman!