There was a lump in Amelia's throat and she felt tears welling in her eyes.
But the thought of what would happen to Zhan Group kept Amelia from breaking down. She sniffed and held herself from crying. Despite wanting nothing more than to hug Lucian, Amelia said indifferently, "I can't live without money."
She looked away, avoiding Lucian's eyes.
"Our lives would still be rich and happy, even without Zhan Group," Lucian said as he reached to take Amelia's hands in his.
Amelia didn't expect Lucian to say those words. She wondered if he really believed what she just said.
She felt an indescribable sadness swell in her heart. Amelia had never been interested in Lucian's money. But if Lucian believed her, she thought that she could be more ruthless.
Amelia pulled her hands away from Lucian and exclaimed, "Oh, who cares? Our relationship is a farce. At the time, I was just too timid to say no to you. I was afraid that you'd expose my photos and manipulate me, so I thought I would just play along. Now that Zhan Group is in crisis, this is the best time for me to be rid of you."
Amelia's voice was loud and her voice was as cold as steel.
Lucian's face lost all expression. His air was dark and serious, only his eyes betrayed tenderness and affection.
Seeing this, Amelia felt a tinge of pain in her heart. She clenched her fists tightly and reminded herself that she must appear strong.
"Is that what you really think?" Lucian didn't believe her. As if he was reading her mind, he continued, "Or are you just saying that to make me accept An Group's offer? You're j
pon hearing the man mention Zhan Group, Amelia stopped resisting.
The man was tall and dark. Despite the night being particularly chilly, he only wore a black vest and a pair of camouflage trousers.
"This isn't the best place to talk. Come with me!" the man said roughly, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder.
It was already past ten in the evening. Dinner dragged on because Courtney was in the mood for drinking. Walking with the man by her side made Amelia extremely nervous. Scenes from horror and suspense movies played in her head. She looked around and thought of ways to escape.
Sensing her intention, the man turned to her, "Miss Mo, please cooperate. My boss won't hurt you." The man held her by the shoulders, effectively reducing Amelia's chances of running away.
"Your boss? Lucian?"
Amelia asked. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest.
"Get in the car." An imposing black car appeared out of nowhere and the strange man pushed her in without saying any more.
Amelia couldn't see who was driving the car. After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you working for Lucian?"
"You better rest, Miss Mo. It looks like you had a drink," the man curtly replied. He turned to look outside, making it apparent to Amelia that he didn't want to say more.
The car drove on until it stopped in front of an abandoned building about thirty minutes later. The darkness only made Amelia more frightened for her safety.
Was she kidnapped, she wondered. Did the two men know that she was Lucian's wife? Did they lure her there for information or ransom?