Chapter 543
Chapter 543:
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Leandro,” Brielle said, her tone warm.
Whenever she was with Leandro, she carried herself with a rare prestige, and crowds seemed eager to win her favor. She took pleasure in the admiration, savoring the way people treated her with reverence. The feeling carried her back to the years when she had still been a member of the Chadwick family.
Inside Hillside Villa, after blocking Brielle’s number, Amelia immediately called Rocco. As they spoke, Amelia repeated Brielle’s words and asked Rocco to look into Brielle and the man who had surfaced by her side.
After jotting everything down, Rocco reported in a grave voice, “Mrs. Stewart, a company reached out half an hour ago seeking cooperation with us p>
“And what terms did they propose?” Amelia asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Their offer is unusually generous. It far exceeds what our former partners ever brought to the table,” Rocco replied.
Amelia’s eyes widened. “That can’t be possible p>
Since stepping into control of the Davis Group, Amelia had grown familiar with the ruthless patterns of business. With the company’s current fragile state, any businessman aware of its troubles would be scrambling to seize market share. No one would offer such generous terms to work with them.
The moment Rocco mentioned the prospective partner’s primary market, Amelia put the pieces together. Wyatt had to be involved—the market in question was the Stewart Group’s stronghold in electronics. The overlap was far too exact to be accidental.
“Did any of you inform Wyatt of the company’s troubles?” Amelia asked.
Rocco shook his head. “Absolutely not. No one from our side has told Mr. Stewart about the difficulties p>
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Amelia twirled the pen between her fingers and let the silence hang.
After a long pause, Rocco asked carefully, “So… should we move forward with the contract p>
Taking a moment to think it through, Amelia replied softly, “Yes. Go ahead and sign the contract p>
Hearing Amelia’s answer, Rocco released a quiet breath of relief. The contract, at the very least, would give the Davis Group a moment to breathe.
Later that night, Amelia stretched out on her bed, worn out from the day, and retrieved her phone. Her finger hovered over the call button, tempted to hear Wyatt’s voice, yet she stopped herself, afraid of disturbing him. Caught between longing and hesitation, Amelia finally sent him a playful sticker that read, “I’m going to sleep p>
Almost instantly, Wyatt’s name flashed on her screen with an incoming video call. The light on Wyatt’s end was dim; Amelia realized he was in the car. For a brief moment she believed he was on his way home. A tender smile touched her lips, only to fade when Wyatt mentioned going to meet someone else.
“Are you meeting with a client?” she asked.
“I’m meeting Leandro p>
The sound of that name made Amelia jolt upright in bed. “Your company has hit some problems. Why didn’t you tell me?” Wyatt asked, his tone gentle yet carrying quiet reproach.