Chapter 555

Chapter 555:

“Should we drop the prices slightly?” Rocco asked, his tone casual but probing.

“Nah, let’s stick with the original prices,” Amelia replied calmly.

Rocco’s eyes flashed with surprise for a moment before he slipped back into his usual cool demeanor. A few minutes later, Amelia strolled into the conference room alongside Rocco, her presence commanding. The room buzzed as everyone rose in a quiet gesture of respect.

“Please, take a seat, everyone,” Amelia said with a welcoming smile, easing the tension.

No sooner had Amelia settled into her chair than Tyson leaned forward, his voice earnest. “Mrs. Stewart, we were wrong before, cancelling our collaboration. Any chance you would consider giving us another shot p>

Others chimed in, their words layered with sincerity. “We’ve worked together for years—please, give us another opportunity p>

After everyone finished speaking, Amelia shifted her gaze toward Rocco. With a nod, he stepped forward and smoothly distributed the contracts. Amelia addressed the room with a calm, confident smile. “Take a look at the contracts. If everything checks out, feel free to sign p>

і𝗻s𝗍𝗮𝘯𝗍 𝗮𝗰сe𝘴𝘴 𝗼𝗻 g𝖺𝗅n𝗼𝘃еl𝗌.со𝘮

The representatives exchanged glances, unease flickering across their faces. They had been the ones to walk away from the deal initially, and now they were asking for a second chance. In the cutthroat world of business this was hardly noble, but they had little choice.

They braced for Amelia to drive a hard bargain—maybe even slash prices to assert her advantage. But as they skimmed the contracts their jaws dropped. The terms remained unchanged; some prices even ticked up slightly. A wave of guilt washed over the group.

Tyson’s face flushed as he spoke, heavy with regret. “Mrs. Stewart, we’re truly sorry about before. We were backed into a corner p>

Amelia cut him off with a kind smile. “Mr. Butcher, no need to explain any further. I know you were pressured before. Let’s leave the past behind and focus on building something great together p>

Her generosity hit hard. “Mrs. Stewart, I would like to give up an extra ten percent of the profit,” Tyson said.

“No need for that,” Amelia replied smoothly. “Let’s just stick to what we originally agreed on p>

Tyson wasn’t backing down. “We’ve drawn up new contracts with the discount we’re proposing. Let’s sign those.” The others nodded, united in their stance.

They had braced for Amelia to demand steep concessions, but her grace flipped the script and made them want to offer more. After some back-and-forth, Amelia relented and agreed to accept an extra five percent of the profit. She knew they had only pulled out of the contracts because of pressure from Leandro, and she wasn’t one to hold grudges. She also understood that their worries would ease once she accepted the extra share.

With the freshly inked contracts in hand, the once-tense representatives breathed a collective sigh of relief, their faces alight with smiles as they exited the conference room. As Amelia watched them depart, a subtle glimmer of ease softened her gaze. The company’s challenges had, at long last, been put to rest.

Just then, the receptionist walked over and said, “Mrs. Stewart, a Mr. Rodriguez is here to see you p>

At the mention of that name, the warmth in Amelia’s smile vanished like mist in the morning sun. She knew Leandro was here. Though tempted to decline the visit, she thought of her newly reconciled partners and relented. “Show him to my office p>

Leandro, lingering in the lounge, rose swiftly when he saw the receptionist step out of the elevator. His typically stoic demeanor betrayed a flicker of nervousness.

“Mr. Rodriguez, Mrs. Stewart will see you now. Please follow me,” the receptionist said.

“Thank you so much,” Leandro replied with unexpected courtesy, leaving his bodyguard momentarily stunned.

Despite her lingering dislike for him, Amelia kept a veneer of graciousness. As he entered her office she asked gently, “Mr. Rodriguez, may I get you anything to drink p>

Noticing the mugs on the coffee table by the plush sofa, Leandro answered softly, “Coffee, please p>

Amelia poured a steaming cup and set it before him. With measured calm she said, “I owe you thanks, Mr. Rodriguez, for easing the pressure on the Davis Group. Without that, my business partners might not have returned p>

A shadow of guilt crossed Leandro’s face. After a brief pause he met Amelia’s eyes and said earnestly, “I owe you an apology. I am sorry p>

Before she could respond he added, “This is for my recent actions. I sincerely hope they caused you no lasting harm p>

Amelia, who valued sincerity over pride, found her animosity toward him softening. Had Leandro remained haughty, she would have dismissed him outright, but his genuine humility made it harder to hold a grudge.

Meeting his remorseful gaze, she replied gently, “If your apology is heartfelt, Mr. Rodriguez, I accept it. If there is nothing more, you may go p>

A spark of joy flared in Leandro’s eyes at her acceptance, then dimmed when she offered the polite but unmistakable dismissal. For years he had searched for the girl who saved him fifteen years ago; now, standing before Amelia, words clamored in his throat yet would not come.

At last he said, “Amelia, thank you for saving me p>