Chapter 538
Chapter 538:
Ever since Amelia became pregnant, Barrie had taken extra care to drive cautiously, avoiding high speeds. Still, when he caught Amelia’s nervous look in the rearview mirror, he stepped on the accelerator.
Suddenly, a sleek black vehicle whipped around the bend, barreling directly toward them. According to road rules, cars making turns must yield to those traveling straight. Had Barrie not jammed on the brakes, a head-on collision would have been inevitable.
“Are you okay, Mrs. Stewart?” Barrie immediately asked once the car halted.
Thankfully Amelia had her seatbelt fastened and, spotting the oncoming vehicle, had gripped the back of the front seat tightly—escaping injury. As they exchanged words, Amelia noticed a figure stepping out of the other car: a bodyguard.
Barrie opened his door and stepped out as well. Expecting an apology, he was stunned when the bodyguard barked, “Can’t you drive properly? Are you blind or something p>
Barrie let out a disbelieving chuckle at the audacity. Furious, he held himself back—mindful of not keeping Amelia waiting—but the bodyguard kept provoking him and even shoved him. Having served Wyatt for years, Barrie had never faced such an encounter and couldn’t resist fighting back.
From inside the car, Amelia overheard the heated exchange and furrowed her brow. The bodyguard was utterly rude. Barrie’s skill as a protector was exceptional, so Amelia was taken aback to see the stranger matched him blow for blow.
Only when the horns of the cars stuck behind them blared relentless did the bodyguard finally back off. As the man strutted back to his vehicle, Barrie seethed but returned to the car when Amelia called him.
At that moment, Amelia caught sight of the black car’s rear window sliding down. “It’s her p>
Inside the car sat Brielle, flashing a smug, victorious grin.
Amelia was startled by Brielle’s presence and instinctively glanced at the man beside her. Clad in a sharp black suit and dark sunglasses that obscured most of his face, he exuded a commanding aura, hinting at significant influence despite his partially hidden features. Amelia had never seen him before. Could he be tied to the Figueroa family?
𝗦t𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘆o𝘶 𝘸on’t put 𝖽𝗈𝗐n 𝘰n
Only when Brielle raised the window did Amelia avert her gaze.
“Mrs. Stewart, should we tell Mr. Stewart about this?” Barrie asked.
“No need for that,” Amelia replied quickly, shaking her head—she did not want to burden Wyatt further when he was already swamped with work.
Inside the black car, Brielle’s earlier arrogance toward Amelia vanished, replaced by a fawning tone as she said to the man beside her, “Leandro, that woman in the car was Amelia Flynn, the one behind those humiliating photos of me p>
Leandro Rodriguez replied icily, “I’ve already contacted the Flynn Group’s business partners. That company won’t last long p>
“Thank you, Leandro,” Brielle said.
After those photos surfaced, Brielle had thought her world had crumbled. Kicked out of Sean’s villa, she wandered Kretol’s streets with nowhere to go—until Leandro’s car pulled up beside her.
He presented a silver bracelet and asked if she recognized it. She owned an identical one, a gift from Weston for her eighteenth birthday. She had once scoffed at its outdated design but was now grateful she had kept it.
Though she had no clue who had actually saved ten-year-old Leandro years ago, she saw no harm in claiming the credit. Brielle’s eyes gleamed with scheming thoughts when she considered Leandro’s position as Brightmore Group’s CEO.
Marrying him could put everyone beneath her. Yet, despite her schemes, Leandro showed no trace of romantic interest in her.
Meanwhile, Rocco had been waiting at the Flynn Group’s entrance since ending the call. The moment Amelia stepped out of the car, he rushed over.
“What’s the situation at the company now?” Amelia asked.
“More business partners are pulling out of contracts,” Rocco answered.
Amelia’s brow creased. “According to the contract terms, early termination requires them to pay penalties p>
“I’ve pointed that out, but they’d rather pay the penalties than continue working with us p>
“Have you figured out which company they’re signing with after dropping us p>
“I’ve got people looking into it, but no answers yet p>
As Amelia and Rocco entered the Flynn Group building, they spotted Dalia chasing a middle-aged man out of the elevator.
“Mr. Butcher, after years of working together, I won’t stop you from terminating the contract, but at least give me a reason,” Dalia said.
Confronted by her question, Tyson Butcher hesitated, clearly in a tough spot. “Ms. Kirby, please don’t press me. I have no other option p>