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Chapter 120:
When Conroy spoke, Amelia chose silence, keeping her face unreadable. She had braced herself for this, so his sharp words failed to catch her off guard. After all, every bit he said rang with truth. She was nowhere near Wyatt’s league—her situation and background couldn’t even begin to measure up.
Conroy studied her with a hint of curiosity. He had not expected to find such poise. For someone of her standing, she carried herself with unusual grace. If only she came from a better family, he might have thought her worthy of Wyatt. “Go ahead and divorce Wyatt. The Stewart family will see to it that you receive five hundred million as compensation,” he said.
At first, he had planned to offer a much smaller sum, but Amelia’s composure swayed him.
The mention of divorce made Amelia frown. After a moment, she answered, “I’m sorry, but I can’t agree to your terms p>
Her marriage to Wyatt rested on an agreement. If she proposed a divorce now, it would betray that promise. Wyatt had done too much for her; she couldn’t do something like this.
Disappointment flickered across Conroy’s face, replacing his earlier patience. “I thought you had a decent character, but it seems I was wrong. Clearly, half a billion is nothing to you when you know the value of Wyatt’s assets far exceeds it. Why don’t you just say your price? Unless it’s something outlandish, I’m willing to agree p>
“It’s not about money, Mr. Stewart,” she said. Amelia wanted him to understand that her reasons for marrying Wyatt were never about wealth, but she could see doubt clouding his eyes.
Without waiting, he pressed on, his voice cold. “From what I gather, your family business isn’t faring well. Are you prepared to watch the Flynn Group collapse just to hold on to Wyatt p>
The moment he realized she would not be bought, Conroy changed tactics, wielding the threat of ruin like a weapon. He knew the Flynn Group would never survive his attack.
Amelia’s eyes grew sharp at that. “Wyatt won’t allow you to do something like that p>
ѕ𝘩а𝘳𝖾 𝗒о𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝗵о𝘶g𝘩ts on.с𝗼𝘮
“Oh, so you want to use Wyatt to pressure me?” Every trace of warmth left Conroy’s voice. For a moment, Amelia felt resigned.
She wished to avoid offending Conroy, yet she could not let the company her mother built fall apart.
While she struggled to find the right words, she heard footsteps rushing toward the pavilion from outside.
When she glanced up, Wyatt appeared, his eyes as cold as winter, striding straight toward them. He walked into the pavilion with all his attention locked on her. Amelia’s calm demeanor caught his eye and gradually softened the steel in his gaze. “Did anything happen to you p>
Relief washed over her as soon as he appeared. She was ready to tell him everything was fine, but before she could speak, Conroy’s fury boiled over. “Wyatt! You abandoned your responsibilities at the Stewart Group for her? How could you do that p>
“If you hadn’t forced her here behind my back, I wouldn’t have had to leave the meeting at all,” Wyatt said coldly.
Conroy had arranged for Doug to bring Amelia over at this time, knowing Wyatt had an important meeting at work. Never had he imagined Wyatt would walk away from his responsibilities just to protect Amelia.