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Chapter 58 The Overbearing CEO Is Hard to Please

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 The Overbearing CEO Is Hard to Please

"Miss Norton must not understand the local laws here after being abroad for so long, huh? As long as the incident occurred in your home, even if it was an accident, you bear an undeniable responsibility."

He paused, his tone growing heavier, "What’s more—your friend intentionally assaulted me, which makes it even more serious."

Amelia was defiant. "But you hit him too, what about that?"

"We could call the police! Let the officers handle it."

But here in River City, Christopher was not just a local bigwig; he was a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Amelia could clearly hear the subtext in his words, grinding her teeth in frustration.

That was an obvious threat!

He was threatening her that if she didn’t let him have his way, he would call the police.

After all, the one admitted to the hospital was him, and even if he was also at fault, Kane was surely more to blame.

If this bastard used some underhanded tactic, it would be possible for Kane to end up in detention!

"Despicable and shameless!" She cursed bitterly.

There was no escaping now; she dragged a chair over and slammed it down to the floor before sitting.

President Hart began to fan the flames: "Why isn’t Miss Norton leaving?"

"What are you staring at me for? Do you find me handsome?"

"Your taste in men is really questionable. What’s so good about foreigners, all that body hair—doesn’t it feel like hugging a big bear when you sleep?"

"Or do you have some special fetish, preferring foreigners..."

Before he could finish, the woman covered her ears, stood up abruptly, and stormed out.

She didn’t bring her bag, and Christopher knew she wouldn’t leave, couldn’t leave.

Yes, Amelia didn’t dare.

A man like Christopher was capable of anything. If she dared to leave on her own, he would definitely call the police on the spot, and Kane could be locked up tonight.

It was infuriating!!

She had just stepped out of the ward when her phone rang. She took it out and sighed wearily, squatting against the wall.

"Hello, Kane."

"How’s the situation, when are you coming back?"

Amelia replied in English: "I can’t come back for now; he needs to be hospitalized for observation."

"What?" Kane was shocked but quickly understood, "Is he faking it? I clearly didn’t hit that hard."

Amelia cupped her face, speaking wearily, "Dear... it was a baseball bat. If you had hit hard, he would be dead."

"One less scumbag in the world if he died."

"You make it sound so easy. Would you get away with it if he died?"

"..." Kane fell silent.

"I probably can’t come back tonight. Make sure Noah and Ethan are settled in."

"Oh," she suddenly remembered her children upon mentioning her sons and asked anxiously, "Do they know what happened today?"

"Yeah, they know, I’ve explained everything to them."

She was startled: "Explained everything? What do you mean, you didn’t tell them about...?"

"Don’t worry; I didn’t mention that man’s identity. I just said someone was harassing Mommy, and I hurt the bad guy."

Kane had promised the kids that he wouldn’t let Mommy know they already understood everything, not wanting to worry her.

"Good..." Relieved that the truth hadn’t been revealed, Amelia finished instructing Kane on how to take care of the children for the night, then hung up.

A nurse walked past her and into Christopher’s ward, then quickly came back out.

"Miss Norton, Mr. Hart is asking for you."

Amelia got up, clutching her phone, "What’s wrong with him now?"

"I don’t know; he just asked for you to come in."

Helplessly, without a choice...

She took several deep breaths until she had calmed down somewhat, her expression neutral, before turning around and entering.

"Mr. Hart, what do you need?"

"I want water."

This was a VIP ward, with all amenities available. She couldn’t refuse any longer and had to pour the water.

After placing the cup on the nightstand, she turned to leave.

The man raised an eyebrow, "Is this how you take care of patients?"

"You hit your head, not your hand. Drink it or not – it’s up to you."

"..." Heh, tough one.

President Hart wanted to continue teasing her but didn’t want to anger her beyond reason, so he relented and drank the water himself.

However, less than three minutes after drinking the water, he spoke again: "I’m hungry; I want to eat."

Amelia looked at him, restraining her fury.

"You see it’s dark outside. Aren’t you hungry?"

Following his direction to the window, Amelia then realized the sky had indeed darkened, and half the day had been wasted.

She was hungry too, so she reluctantly ordered food.

"What do you want to eat?" She asked flatly.

"Anything, just order whatever you want to eat."

Amelia thought she might be expected to consider his preferences but then thought, why should she cater to him?

Besides, coincidentally, she knew what dishes he disliked, so...

Half an hour later, Christopher eyed the well-arranged dinner before him with suspicion.

"Miss Norton is quite the strategist, ordering every dish I don’t like."

Really?

Amelia thought to herself that in order not to arouse his suspicions, she had even intentionally ordered one dish he liked—how could she say none were to his taste?

But she couldn’t admit to this.

"I’m sorry; these are all dishes I like. You were the one who said to order whatever I wanted," she countered lightly.

In truth, she didn’t particularly like those dishes either but had to swallow down her pride to keep her identity hidden.

Christopher had suspected earlier that she was Amelia, otherwise, how would she know what foods he hated?

But the next moment, as he saw her pick up her chopsticks and eat with relish, he began to doubt again.

As far as he recalled, Amelia didn’t particularly like these dishes either, only that she didn’t loathe them as he did—yet she was eating so enthusiastically...

The faint hope in his heart was dashed; he lost his appetite, threw down his chopsticks, and lay back down with a cold face.

"Aren’t you eating?"

"..."

The man turned silent, his face averted.

Amelia simply stood up, picked up his share of food, and dumped it all into the trash bin.

"Wasting food is shameful."

The trash created a "bang" as she threw the items away.

Christopher turned and saw what she had done, his expression changing as anger flashed across his features.

Amelia looked back and saw his expression, shrugged her shoulders, "It was you who said you weren’t eating; I can’t eat anymore either. What else was I supposed to do?"

"You..." The man laughed in anger and scoffed, "You’re deliberately trying to make me angry so you’d get kicked out, aren’t you?"

Amelia neither admitted nor denied, simply turning her beautiful eyes away, too lazy to look at him.

"In your dreams."

Dreams be dreams; after all, dreaming wasn’t against the law.

The ward fell silent. Amelia sat down on the sofa in the visiting area and took out her phone to play.

Not long after...

"I need to use the bathroom."

She got up.

"My back is itching."

She got up again.

"I’m hungry."

She went to the bin, picked up the evening meal she’d thrown away earlier, and dumped it in front of him.

President Hart: "..."

This really wasn’t Amelia.

If it were Amelia, she wouldn’t dare to be so brazen and tough, even if she borrowed ten times the courage.