Chapter 628
Mr. Sanders shifted into a morefortable position and said, "ording to my analysis, I''m afraid
Apex Construction Corporations'' total output value this year won''t even be half ofst year''s. In that
case, I have to ensure that I don''t lose out on my investment even if I don''t earn from it. I''m being
reasonable, right, Director Ramsay?"
Amelia immediately patted her chest as her warranty, "Mr. Sanders, I solemnly promise to you that
yourpany won''t make a loss! The moment Apex Construction Corporation receives the right
project, I can assure you that we will prioritize installing your brand of bathroom products before
anything else!"
Mr. Sanders sighed, "But I''m precisely afraid of the possibility that you can''t get your hands on any
project."
Amelia bit her lip. "Can you lower your requests? Apex Construction Corporation is in a life-and-
death situation now..."
"How about this," beamed Mr. Sanders, sly as a fox. "As long as you persuade your husband to
invest in ourpany, we won''t hesitate to invest in Apex Construction Corporation, without the
dividend too.
What do you say?"
Amelia did not know what to respond.
So was this the power y everybody was talking about? And if so, Amelia and Apex Construction
Corporation were at the bottom of the chain, huh?
Seeing that he had driven Amelia into a tight spot, Mr. Sanders could not help but ask, "In fact,
President Ramsay have a trump card right in your deck now. Why aren''t you using it?"
Amelia took a sip of water from the ss and said, "I heard this French restaurant is the best in
Northville. Is it true?"
"Yes," replied Mr. Sanders. Then, very swiftly, he changed the topic back. "Then, my offer stands at
six per cent of extra dividend bonus per annum..."
"F*ck!" thought Amelia, having every desire to curse at him!
Apex Construction Corporation was not even just a pawn in the game, they had some market
shares in the industry too! So why did these investors all have their minds set on Roxxon
Corporation, a firm that had nothing to do with real estate?
Were they blind?
"Calm down!" Amelia told herself.
Amelia gulped a few mouthfuls of water and then said, "Alright, we ept the six per cent bonus
dividend offer!"
Mr. Sanders showed a charming grin. "President Ramsay is indeed so full of vigor. It''s so much
easier to talk business with you than with the former acting chair."
Amelia uttered gloomily, "That''s because I''m stupid!" Otherwise, how could she let him lead her by
the nose?
Mr. Sanders kindly drawled on, "President Ramsay, don''t worry. Ourpany won''t hesitate to
provide Apex Construction Corporation with our best bathroom products upon requests."
"Okay." Amelia was pleased to hear that. After all, this was an investment that she strived for and
earned herself. "I''ll have someone deliver the contract to you tomorrow after I sort it out at the office
"No problem." Mr. Sanders nodded, and his ted attention fell onto the table with a spread full of
food. "President Ramsay, can we eat now?"
"Sure..." Amelia was shocked to realize that she was so upied with the investment that she had
forgotten to ask her guest to dig in!
She hastily replied, slightly ashamed, "Mr. Sanders, please enjoy!"
In the middle of their meal, a mature, refined figure of a woman attracted Amelia''s attention.
She had just caught an idental glimpse of her at first, but when she saw her face, the knife in her
hand slipped in response and almost scratched the back of her hand.
Mr. Sanders furrowed his brows at the sight of this.
In the blink of an eye, the graceful woman disappeared into the bathroom entrance. There was no
air conditioning in the restaurant, but Amelia still felt a chill shot down her spine.
"President Ramsay? What''s wrong?"
Amelia tore her look away from the bathroom door with her heart thumping erratically in her rib cage
and crossed look with Mr. Sanders''s perplexed eyes.
She struggled to form a word out of her mouth. Her soul seemed to have left her body as if only the
shell of her was speaking as she mumbled, "I''m fine."
But in actuality, her mind nked out. She could not fathom why the woman, who should be
teaching in the vige, would appear in this high-ss restaurant in Northville.
Why was the teacher who was supposed to be suffering in the vige, sitting in here, basked in
jazzy music, and enjoying avishly expensive French cuisine?
Could Amelia have mistaken her for someone else?
Amelia could not help but rub at her temples, suspecting that the pressure must be too much on her
recently for her to hallucinate in broad daylight.
Mr. Sanders noticed Amelia''s attention had drifted to somewhere behind him. He thought he
understood what was happening and said, "President Ramsay, did you see someone you know?
You should go over and greet them, don''t worry about me."
"No." Amelia''s ''shell'' of her body spoke for her again.
She picked up the ss of water and sipped it in an attempt to conceal herself. Amelia then
gradually straightened her back, her focus glued to the table where the woman sat before she left.
Because there was a barrier separating their tables, all she could see was a man sitting at the same
table, who looked unexinably familiar from the back...
Before she knew it, the opulent woman returned. Amelia quickly discarded her dagger-like stare so
as not to attract their attention.
The relief in Amelia''s eyes was instantly reced by a shock of horror when she confirmed that she
was not hallucinating. Sissi was in Northville indeed!
Then, who was the man sitting in front of her?
Amelia''s lips curled up in self-mockery at that thought. Who else could it be...
She could not help but cast a look toward Sissi''s direction again. Sissi was standing aside and
chatting happily with the man with a smile on her face, and she was not even back in her seat yet...
Amelia could not hear what they were conversing about. After all, they were seated at the two
respective ends of the restaurant.
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Amelia could tell that Sissi was experiencing a state of pleasant surprise just by the look on her
face.
Before Amelia could figure out what was the cause of her astonishment, she watched as Sissi took
a small box from the man''s raised palm...
Dawning on her that Sissi''s next course of action was to open up the box, Amelia held her breath
without her knowing.
Countless thought shed across her mind, and in the end, the typical dramatic scene of the male
lead proposing to the female lead with an engagement ring burned at the back of her mind!
No way!
No matter how loud Amelia roared in protest in her heart, she still could not stop Sissi as she
reached out her hand and unsped the box.
"Oh my goodness!"
Amelia could make out the words from reading Sissi''s red lips!
Her heart began to ache and pulsated with pain.
Sissi must have received the world''s best gift for her to express such exhration!
Then, what on earth was that gift?
As if Sissi shared the same thought as Amelia, she held the bottom of the box with one hand and
reached into the box with the other.
What she retrieved from it was... a shiny, golden key?
The key dazzled golden in the light, and each face of the key was imprinted with an emblem of
cherry blossom.
Amelia felt as if oxygen was snuffed from the air and slumped feebly back into the chair...
Mr. Hayes took note of all of the anomalies in her behaviour in his mind.
He finally could not resist it anymore and turned to look back, but he did not recognize anyone. The
diners were all busy eating, and none of them seemed to have noticed Amelia.