Chapter 4

Amelia let out all her pent-up grievances in one breath, and immediately felt much better.

"Finished?"

Maynard's eyes were filled with confusion. He had given her a credit card and had Adrian send her designer clothes and bags every season.

Now, he'd given her a large sum of money for the breakup—enough for her to live comfortably. He thought he'd done his part.

"Can't finish in a few words," she replied.

"Go on," he urged.

"I can, but it'll cost you more," she smirked.

Maynard's lips pressed tightly together. "Amelia, you really are all about the money. Greed never ends well," he warned.

She was still not satisfied, even after all he'd done for her.

Amelia's eyes were defiant yet clear, and he couldn't understand how a woman he thought was nothing but a gold-digger with a mouth full of lies could have such pure eyes.

But she'd caused trouble repeatedly, and now she didn't even bother to hide it anymore. He'd thought she'd finally show her true colors.

He should have felt relieved, but seeing her signature on the breakup agreement felt like punching into cotton—utterly pointless.

Amelia's eyes hid her sorrow, but she pretended not to care. She didn't want to leave with her dignity trampled underfoot.

Misty, sensing the tension, quickly changed her tone to one of malicious speculation. "Amelia, are you in such a hurry to sign the breakup because you've already found someone new?"

Maynard's face turned cold instantly, and he stared at Amelia with a scrutinizing gaze.

Amelia met his distrustful look head-on. "Yeah, if the new guy is good enough, no ex is worth remembering."

"You've been living off my money, and you had the nerve to find someone else?" Maynard's face darkened.

Amelia glanced at the clothes on the ground. "Here, take them back."

She had only taken a few inconspicuous items, leaving all the designer bags and jewelry untouched.

Maynard ignored the clothes and looked at her. "What you're wearing was bought by me too."

"Then take it back," she said, starting to unbutton her blouse, revealing her delicate collarbones and the subtle curves beneath.

Misty took out her phone, wanting to capture this.

Maynard's face turned ashen. "Enough! Amelia, you're the most shameless woman I've ever met. Get out of here. I never want to see you again!"

With that, Maynard turned and walked back into the hall, his back as cold and distant as ever.

Amelia stopped unbuttoning her shirt, a flash of mockery in her eyes. Didn't he tell her to take it off?

Misty, disappointed, put her phone away and raised an eyebrow with a cruel smile. "You can't just strip and expect someone to pay for it. You were born poor, and you'll stay that way. No amount of pretending will change that."

Amelia picked up the cardboard box, sniffing back tears. Sometimes she really envied those born into good fortune.

Just then, a loud buzzing sound filled the air. A helicopter descended assertively onto the lawn.

Several tall, black-clad bodyguards stepped out and marched over.

Maynard, hearing the helicopter, stood at the entrance of the hall and watched as the bodyguards approached Amelia.

The bodyguard bowed respectfully. "Miss, we're here to take you away."

Take her away?

Amelia looked at the helicopter and suddenly remembered Rosemary's call about finding her family.

Could it be that her family had sent them to pick her up?

She pinched her cheek, feeling like she was dreaming.

Misty's face twisted with mockery. "Amelia, you really know how to put on a show. Where did you find these hired actors? You're just a country bumpkin. No matter how hard you try, you can't hide your poor background. And a helicopter? You've probably never seen one up close before, hick!"

Before Amelia could respond, the bodyguard beside her slapped Misty hard, sending her sprawling face-first into the dirt.

Misty screamed, "Amelia, how dare you! Do you know who I am? Who my brothers are? I'll make your whole family pay!"

Amelia looked at Misty's dishevelled state and smiled. "My brother might be a billionaire," she said, turning toward the helicopter.

"Amelia, stop right there!" Maynard's voice was filled with anger.

She paused for a moment but kept walking, boarding the helicopter without looking back.

Maynard watched her retreating figure, unconsciously quickening his pace to a jog.

Misty clung to his arm pitifully. "Maynard, you saw it! Amelia had someone hit me!"

But Maynard didn't even glance at Misty. His eyes were fixed on Amelia's disappearing figure, filled with a mix of emotions.

"Maynard, Amelia must have already found someone new. Why else would a rich man send a helicopter for her right after the breakup?"

"Shut up," Maynard growled, realizing that Amelia might have actually found someone else.

He thought that Amelia had said those words to provoke him.

He immediately called his assistant."Amelia was taken away by a helicopter. Find out where she's going."

"Maynard, you really care about Amelia? She's already betrayed you for another man."

"Shut up."