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Chapter 221:
“You need to get that contract to the Stewart Group and help Davin buy us more time. I’ll handle this and meet you both soon!” Amelia told him.
“We’re so close, Amelia. Couldn’t you wait for the meeting before going?” Tears nearly escaped Matias as he looked at the Stewart Group building nearby.
Amelia reached into her bag, pressed the contract into Matias’s hands, and gave the driver urgent instructions to take her toward the east side of Kretol after Matias got out of the car.
Once the construction site came into view, Amelia saw a swarm of people and someone teetering on the scaffolding above. Right away, she knew who stood up there, threatening to leap—Collen.
Erik was struggling to keep the scene under control. The moment he saw Amelia arrive, he hurried over.
Amelia said, “Erik, send people over to the tattoo shop downtown right away to bring someone here for me. Make it quick p>
Though he had no idea why Amelia insisted on this, Erik acted without asking questions.
Amelia then headed for the back entrance of the site. Erik tried to tag along, but she held out a hand to stop him. “Stay with the others. You need to distract everyone while I go up there alone p>
After the Stewart Group terminated its partnership with the Morrison Group, this project was solely under the Stewart Group’s management. Any scandal at this stage would not only threaten the project’s timeline but also drag the Stewart Group’s name through the mud.
Steeling herself, Amelia set out to scale the scaffolding, hoping to reach Collen from behind in secret. Her efforts were in vain, as someone in the crowd yelled out, drawing Collen’s attention straight to her.
For a moment, shock crossed Collen’s face when he saw Amelia. But it gave way to fury as she crept closer, and he barked a warning, “If you step any closer, I’m jumping p>
𝘐𝘯𝘀𝘵a𝗇𝘵 𝘢сс𝖾ѕs o𝘯
Collen edged back deliberately. The scaffold stood seven stories tall; a fall from that height would be fatal. Half of Collen’s body hung dangerously outside the safety bars, so Amelia halted. Her tone was gentle, barely above a whisper. “I won’t move any closer. Please, just stay where you are p>
Once Collen steadied himself, she kept her words soft. “If you need to say something, I’m here. I want to listen. I will help p>
“Don’t bother. You rich people are all the same. I don’t trust any of you.” Hatred burned in Collen’s eyes as he cut her off, refusing to let her speak another word.
Worried she might set him off, Amelia didn’t dare say anything that might upset him further. All the while, her gaze flicked to the street; she was silently waiting for someone to appear.
Just then, a slim figure suddenly sprang out of a car at the crossing—it was Zainab, the person who had helped Amelia remove her tattoo. With tears streaming down her face, Zainab broke through the sea of people and lifted her gaze to Collen on the scaffold.
“Collen, don’t do this! Please don’t jump p>
Zainab’s voice carried over the noise, and for a second, something gentle flickered in Collen’s eyes, but he stood his ground. “Zainab, I refuse to watch them destroy the orphanage. The place is more than just bricks and walls. It’s the only place we’ve called home. It’s also those kids’ home. If they knock it down, those children will be left with nothing p>
Zainab’s sobs only grew louder as the gravity of his words set in. Listening closely, Amelia caught the real reason behind Collen’s act, piecing together the situation.