A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Chapter 44

At the Royal Hotel was a man in white with a small suitcase. The hair behind his head was tied up, and his fringe was parted

As the wind blew, his hair danced beautifully along with it.

At this moment, his head was lowered, seemingly pondering on something.

“Mr. Walsh!” A clear female voice resounded from afar, forcing him to snap out of his thoughts. He raised his head and saw a girl on the opposite side.

She had a fitted light-colored t-shirt on with white cropped pants. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, which was swaying in the air, making her look dazzling.

Toby seemed to be enthralled by her. Only after a while did he reply, “Miss Dillon? Why are you here?*

Amelie walked over to him and showed him the paper in her hand.

After he squinted his eyes to look and saw the paper in her hand, he seemed to understand what she came for.

Since she ran all the way here, she was panting a little. I’ll help you convince Skaynia’s Owen,” she proclaimed.

At this moment, Toby’s calm brows suddenly rose, and he looked at her in surprise. He didn’t know that she would suddenly agree to this. “Really?”

She smiled and explained, “You think so highly of my father’s traditional shoe-making technique. How can I not provide you with a little help? She pointed at the contract in her hand

The quoted price in the contract was 30 million! A shoemaking technique worth 30 million was an extremely high price.

Even if Steven’s traditional technique was really precious, with Toby’s method, it would not be a surprise if he reduced it to a million or even hundreds of thousands.

“But please amend the contract,” she continued. “300 thousand will be enough.”

Hearing that, Toby looked at her in confusion. “Is 30 million not a good price?”

“30 million is good, but it will scare my father.” Steven was just thinking about passing down his skills, so he didn’t look at the price; otherwise, he would definitely be so shocked that he would cause some trouble.

In fact, Amelie knew very well the real reason Toby quoted this 30 million; he was paying her in advance for her to convince Owen.

analyzed everything clearly. “Also, since you helped me twice, I’ll take this

an obvious upset in his eyes.

because I’m Leo’s friend?” he asked out of

that, Amelie looked

instantly before taking over

she saw that he agreed so quickly, she heaved a sigh of relief. With a smile, she took back the contract. “Please send me the

raised his brows. “What is

convince Owen, I can follow you to other places to discuss business, but Leo can’t tag along. Also,

he blinked quickly. “Why? He treated you quite badly in those days. Don’t you want

much of an

know that you’re Foxy four years ago, and this project could have been started at that time. If you tell him now

you really Leo’s friend? You’re actually asking me to embarrass

the two times he saved her when she looked like

of her hair behind her ear. “The best thing to do after

talked about this so openly, it was obvious that she had

isn’t it

than

just shook her head. “I just want to have a peaceful

hurt her family, so she didn’t want this tragedy to happen again.

eyes dissipated along with her words, and he froze there for a moment. He felt as though something inside him had been

mumbled

but she just waved her hands at him to say goodbye. “Have a

from the hotel and was about a turn away from home, she suddenly heard a vulgar curse. “Such a rude br*t! How can

clear voice of a girl, seemingly rebuking the comment, and that voice sounded

in front of her. The little girl backed a few steps from the push, and that little girl

messy hair and was wearing a floral-printed shirt and pants with her shirttail

spent 200 thousand to save him when he was born. Can your family compensate us if you hurt him?” She emphasized the word ‘200 thousand’ as though

moment, Amelie couldn’t help but go nearer. “What’s going on?” She strode to Bria’s back and held her shoulders. Only then did she see the woman’s

face. Isn’t she Mrs. Gordon? When Amelie recognized the woman, she

house last night to give us the fruit that

scoffed, “Good that you’re here. Your daughter laid her hands on my grandson. What are you going to do

was as thick as Bria’s thigh. Yet, at that time, he was wiping off his tears and looked extremely