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Chapter 427: This is not your place to speak

Chapter 427: Chapter 427: This is not your place to speak

Christopher looked at the young man and deliberately asked Amelia.

He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t that he was narrow-minded, but from the private room over there, these two had been chatting and laughing, getting along like long-lost confidants.

Although he trusted Amelia’s love for him, he didn’t trust these hypocritical pretty boys from outside.

So, he casually found an excuse, left a room full of financial bigwigs, and headed straight over here.

Amelia had just reached his side when she heard his question, and instinctively turned to look at Charles Smith, hesitating, "He is..."

What to do?

Should she tell the truth?

If she did, would he start a fight on the spot and demand the courtyard house back?

No matter how they argued in private, it didn’t matter. If they caused a scene in front of others, it would be embarrassing.

Besides, this Doctor Smith was really a good person and had helped her a lot!

If he ended up being innocently implicated, she would feel absolutely terrible.

In a few short seconds, she formed countless explanations in her mind, wanting to find an excuse to say he was just a friend, but she didn’t know if Doctor Smith would be on the same page and play along.

Unexpectedly, just as she was stammering, the refined and cultured man by the table took the initiative to introduce himself: "Mr. Hart, right? Hello, we spoke on the phone this morning."

Amelia: "..."

Alright, there’s no need to hesitate.

He got straight to the point.

Christopher was also taken aback, not expecting this pretty boy to have the guts to calmly and confidently introduce himself, instantly taking control of the situation.

Indeed...

That morning’s phone call had made it clear this guy wasn’t an easy target, he just had deceptive looks.

Since he had already introduced himself, Christopher couldn’t back down and spoke somewhat rudely: "So, it’s Doctor Smith. As I mentioned this morning, we’re not selling the courtyard house anymore. Besides, it’s just a business deal, why does it require my partner to dine and drink?"

My partner...

Amelia muttered in her heart, they didn’t even get their marriage certificate done yesterday, and here he was, being so bold.

But then again, she also referred to Christopher as her partner when she mentioned him to Doctor Smith, equally bold.

So, the two of them really were a match for each other, thick-skinned equally.

Charles Smith gave a faint smile, exuding a refined and serene aura.

Seeing this, Christopher’s anger flared up for no reason—this pretty boy was clearly trying, consciously or unconsciously, to stir up charm and subtly flirt with women.

Fortunately, he came just in time!

Otherwise, a certain little fool wouldn’t know anything and would still be laughing like a flower in front of him, allowing those with ulterior motives to make a big fuss about it!

"Mr. Hart, I’m sorry, but the courtyard house is already mine. Moreover, this dinner is Miss Norton’s invitation."

The implication being: you wronged me.

Amelia was still daydreaming, thinking about her and Christopher’s mutual understanding and was self-satisfied—until she heard this and instantly snapped out of it, widening her eyes at Charles Smith.

This Doctor Smith...

Alright, he’s speaking the truth.

She indeed invited him for dinner.

But from his tone, it seemed he was deliberately provoking Christopher, making him misunderstand on purpose?

And Christopher fell for it, turned his head, his eyes heavy, expressionlessly staring at her.

Amelia felt extremely guilty, but considering the money had already been invested in the company under Benny Palmer’s name on behalf of Christopher—he couldn’t take it back now—she straightened her back.

"Indeed, we transferred the property this afternoon; the courtyard house belongs to Doctor Smith now. And... this dinner is my treat because he helped me a lot. Returning the favor with a dinner is only proper." Amelia stood by the wheelchair, lowering her eyes to meet his gaze, acknowledging everything.

Christopher suppressed his temper, not wanting to make a scene in front of outsiders, and asked in a low voice, "Didn’t you say you’d be with the kids this afternoon?"

"I was with them."

"..."

Their eyes locked in a silent standoff, and Amelia saw the suppressed displeasure in his gaze, her delicate hand unconsciously clenching tighter next to her trouser leg.

Watching them, Charles Smith seemed to be enjoying the scene, "Mr. Hart, since you’re here, why don’t you join us for a bite? We can talk about..."

"This is none of your business!" Christopher rudely interrupted and grabbed Amelia’s hand, "Come with me."

Amelia was startled, "I haven’t finished my meal yet!"

"Eat when we get back!"

"But I still have things to discuss with Doctor Smith!"

"No talking!"

"Then my bag..."

She tried to reach back, and seeing her bag and phone left by the table, Christopher had no choice but to let go.

Amelia quickly returned to the table to pack her things, full of apologies: "Doctor Smith, I’m really sorry, but I have to go now! But I must treat you to this meal, let me settle the bill now!"

She had said she’d treat him, and she couldn’t go against her word; otherwise, how would she appear in his eyes?

Charles Smith was exceedingly polite, not angry at all, still showing his refined and gentle demeanor, "No need, you go accompany Mr. Hart back, we can meet next time."

He was referring to when his father returned to the country, and they’d have to meet Amelia again.

But Christopher took his words as a direct challenge, "There will be no next time!"

"Christopher, don’t be like this." Amelia returned with her belongings, lowered her voice, and reprimanded the man coldly.

But Mr. Hart turned a deaf ear, pulling her hand and leaving.

"How did you end up here?" Once in the corridor, Amelia freed her hand, her attitude turning cooler, "Did you really send someone to follow me again?"

"Do I have that much free time?" Christopher raised his gaze coldly, with a sideways glance.

Before he could finish speaking, Benny Palmer walked over briskly from the other side of the corridor: "I knew you’d end up looking for Amelia! Everyone is waiting for you!"

Seeing Young Master Palmer, Amelia finally understood, "You were all here for a meeting?"

"What else?"

Alright, she had wrongly accused him.

Since they were here on business, Amelia didn’t hold it against him and urged, "You should hurry back, don’t keep everyone waiting."

"What about you?"

"As for me... With all this fuss you’ve made... forget it, I’ll just head home."

Benny Palmer observed their awkward and cold expressions, knowing that if Amelia left, someone wouldn’t be in the mood for business talk tonight. He sighed and suggested, "Amelia, you didn’t finish your meal, right? Why not join us?"

"Huh?" Amelia was surprised, shaking her hands repeatedly, "No, no, you all have official business, and what would it look like if I tagged along? I’m better off going home—"

Before she could finish, Christopher grabbed her hand again, "Since everyone knows about us, it’s a good chance to introduce you to my business friends."

Their love and drama were known to everyone, but they had never attended an official occasion together.

Christopher thought tonight was a good opportunity, so he pulled Amelia off without allowing any argument.

"Christopher, stop this nonsense. I don’t know them, and it would be so awkward sitting there."

"Christopher, wouldn’t it be better if I went home to accompany the kids?"

"Chris—"

Benny Palmer also advised, "Don’t worry about them; just enjoy your meal."

"..."

Since she couldn’t escape, she reluctantly stayed to accompany Christopher at the social gathering.