Chapter 333
Chapter 333 Disowned
Amelie was busy with work for the next few days.
Thankfully, Steven was back from his trip, relieving much of her burden.
She was busy with both Knowlit and her streams.
Knowlit was booming, and there was a lot of interest from research groups.
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She had no choice but to hire a few professionals for quality control.
With more quality content being produced, the tform’s business was soaring. Investors were all
interested in it and tried to convince her to go public.
Not wanting to expand too fast, she rejected all of their suggestions.
Meanwhile, she made a few tweaks to the site to improve the user interface and increase the variety of
content avable.
In the blink of an eye, two weeks passed.
After all that work was over, she generously gave herself two days off from work.
She was thinking about how to make use of her vacation time.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a message.
‘Come to the Walsh Building.’
It was an unknown number.
She stared at it for ages, but she could not think of just who could have sent her that message.
However, she was familiar with the Walsh Building.
That was where Toby’spany, Walsh Residence, was located.
Did that mean Toby sent her the message?
She called Toby, wanting to confirm her guess.
He did not answer the phone.
Worried that it was urgent, she did not spend too much time pondering. She informed Steven before
swiftly jumping into her car and driving over to the Walsh Building.
It was an hour’s drive from Halport to Clouson City.
However, she had cut it down to thirty minutes.
As soon as she arrived at the building, she swung the car around in a beautiful arc to slide her car into
a narrow parking lot.
She was about to grab her bag and get out of the car.
At that moment, she saw a car stop right in front of her.
The driver swiftly got out and opened one of the doors to allow a middle-aged man to step out.
He was dressed in a fine suit.
Meanwhile, another man stepped out of the car from the other side.
The man was dressed entirely in white with his somewhat long hair tied up in a ponytail to frame the
gentle curves of his face.
It was Toby.
“Think carefully. What happened between you and Leo Alston?” the middle-aged man sternly asked
Toby. Despite looking very simr to Toby, he looked extremely strict.
She instantly knew who he was.
He was Toby’s father, Theodore Walsh.
The two men had yet to spot Amelie and her car. They were fully focused on each other.
Toby silently pursed his lips. His usually smiling eyes were drooping and staring down at the ground
while his shoulders were hunched over.
When Theodore saw that, his anger only grew as he barked out in a harsher tone of voice, “We have
always worked well with the Alstons, yet today he suddenly canceled our coboration, specifically your
project. Don’t tell me this has nothing to do with you!”
Uncontroble rage rang in his voice and his eyes looked fierce.
Toby helplessly pursed his lips and huffed in silent agreement.
Theodore mmed his hand against the car window. “You’re such a useless failure! Now that the
Alstons have canceled our contract, our necks are on the line! If things do not improve, the entire
project will fail. Think carefully; thepany will suffer a great loss once the few hundred million dors
project fails. If you can’t resolve this matter, your grandfather will disown you.”
Then, without a second nce at Toby, he stomped into the office building.
Toby raised his eyebrows in helplessness as hebed his long fingers through his hair. As he turned
around, he spotted her.
“Why are you here?” he asked in surprise with an awkward look on his face.
Ah, so he was not the one who messaged her.
She was certain of that.
She silently got out of her car and walked over to him. “My apologies. I did not mean to overhear your
conversation.”
He ducked his head down and gave her a smile that was somewhat bitter and somewhat embarrassed.
“What happened between you and Leo? How did things end up this way?”
She knew that the two families had always worked together.
With how close the two families were, there was no reason for Leo to cancel their coborative
projects.
Not unless something major happened.
“Profit has always been the king in the world of business. My project isn’t profitable enough for him, so
he gave up on it,” he casually exined.
She silently stared at him.
For some reason, she believed that was not the real reason.
“You haven’t had lunch, have you? I’m hungry. Do you want to grab lunch together?” he asked, pulling
her along as he walked.
That snapped her out of her thoughts.
She instinctively shied away from his touch. “It’s fine. I have ns.”
She did not want to interact too much with him.
“This is the Walsh Building, and quite a few people know we’re dating. If you don’t have lunch with me
while you’re here, people will be suspicious.” He did not try to pull her along again. Instead, he looked
down at his now-empty hand.
That rendered Amelie speechless.
Theodore had just expressed his dissatisfaction with Toby. If people start to suspect Toby’s rtionship
with her, it would be adding fuel to the fire.
He did save her twice, so she could not be cruel.
Finally, she nodded. “Fine.”
He walked fast. Soon, he brought her to a huge andvishly decorated restaurant.
“This way, Mr. Walsh,” a waitress greeted, walking up to them. “Your usual?”
It was evident he was a regr here.
The waitress’ eyes were shimmering as she looked at him. Her eyes nearly spelled out “I love you” at
him.
However, she uneasily looked away when she spotted Amelie.
“No.” He snapped his fingers. “We’ll have something different today.”
He then pulled out a chair for Amelie.
After they sat down, he immediately began to order without even looking at the menu.
The waitress swiftly tapped away on her tablet and added the dishes he named to their order. Then,
she paused with doubt in her eyes. “Mr. Walsh, you usually hate spicy dishes.”
“I merely do not like to have spicy food when I’m working. I’m on leave today, so I’d like to give the
dishes a go,” he replied.
The waitress went silent, hid her doubt, and strode away.
Amelie silently stared at him.
Every dish he had ordered was her favorite.
Was it a coincidence?
They rarely ever dined together, and she had never told him her food preferences.
It was hard to wave it away as a coincidence.
An advantage of high-end restaurants was that few people dined there.
The servers were quick to serve them. In just ten minutes, all of their dishes were served.
Toby politely picked up his cutlery and gestured to her, saying, “Let’s eat.”
She continued to silently stare at him before turning her attention to the food.
They were soon done with their meal.
Just then, his phone rang.
He shot her an apologetic look. “I have to take this.”
He then answered the phone as he walked out.
She took the opportunity to walk over to the sales register as she wanted to pay for the meal.
“Mr. Walsh has already paid,” the waitress politely responded while also sizing her up.
Standing nearby, the waitress who had served them whispered to another waitress, “I heard Mr. Walsh
never orders spicy food, yet he suddenly ordered some today. Is it all because of thedy he brought
along?”
She had just finished speaking when the waitress she was speaking to nudged her.
Realizing Amelie was standing at the sales register, the gossiping waitress hurriedly covered her mouth
while shooting an embarrassed smile at Amelie.
“I’m sorry, but I have something urgent to attend to. I have to go now,” Toby said, suddenly appearing
behind Amelie.
“I’ll leave you to it,” she swiftly replied with a nod.
He nodded to her apologetically before striding away.
She did not go back to the table. Instead, she headed to the exit as well.
She had barely taken a few steps when someone stepped in front of her, blocking her way out. “Miss
Dillon.”