My Sugar And Your Spice

Chapter 44

At the Royal Hotel was a man in white with a small suitcase. The hair behind his head was tied up, and his fringe was parted

As the wind blew, his hair danced beautifully along with it.

At this moment, his head was lowered, seemingly pondering on something.

“Mr. Walsh!” A clear female voice resounded from afar, forcing him to snap out of his thoughts. He raised his head and saw a girl on the opposite side.

She had a fitted light-colored t-shirt on with white cropped pants. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, which was swaying in the air, making her look dazzling.

Toby seemed to be enthralled by her. Only after a while did he reply, “Miss Dillon? Why are you here?*

Amelie walked over to him and showed him the paper in her hand.

After he squinted his eyes to look and saw the paper in her hand, he seemed to understand what she came for.

Since she ran all the way here, she was panting a little. I’ll help you convince Skaynia’s Owen,” she proclaimed.

At this moment, Toby’s calm brows suddenly rose, and he looked at her in surprise. He didn’t know that she would suddenly agree to this. “Really?”

She smiled and explained, “You think so highly of my father’s traditional shoe-making technique. How can I not provide you with a little help? She pointed at the contract in her hand

The quoted price in the contract was 30 million! A shoemaking technique worth 30 million was an extremely high price.

Even if Steven’s traditional technique was really precious, with Toby’s method, it would not be a surprise if he reduced it to a million or even hundreds of thousands.

“But please amend the contract,” she continued. “300 thousand will be enough.”

Hearing that, Toby looked at her in confusion. “Is 30 million not a good price?”

“30 million is good, but it will scare my father.” Steven was just thinking about passing down his skills, so he didn’t look at the price; otherwise, he would definitely be so shocked that he would cause some trouble.

In fact, Amelie knew very well the real reason Toby quoted this 30 million; he was paying her in advance for her to convince Owen.

connections with me, I’m not sure whether I can convince him.” She analyzed everything clearly. “Also, since you

upset in his eyes. He could tell that she didn’t want

Leo’s friend?” he asked out of

that, Amelie looked

he replied almost instantly before taking over

she took back the contract. “Please send me the necessary documents when you go back, Mr. Walsh, but I still have another

he raised his brows.

convince Owen, I can follow you to other places to discuss business, but Leo can’t tag along. Also, I hope you won’t let him know I’m

badly in those days. Don’t you want

there was not much of an expression on

you, he would know that you’re Foxy four years ago, and this project could have been started at that time. If you

friend? You’re actually asking me to embarrass

it made him recall the two times he saved her when she

her hair behind her ear. “The

she talked about this so openly, it

“Since you’ve already let it go, isn’t it time

than he usually did to make himself look

and just shook her head. “I just want to have a peaceful life now.” What she meant was

and even hurt her family, so she didn’t want this tragedy to happen again.

heard that, the anticipation in his eyes dissipated along with her words, and he froze there for a moment. He felt as

bad,” he mumbled under his

meant, but she just waved her hands at him to

and was about a turn away from home, she suddenly

that followed a clear voice of a girl, seemingly rebuking the comment, and that

Amelie walked faster and just happened to see that a woman was pushing a little girl in front of her. The little girl backed a few steps from the

pushed her had messy hair and was wearing a floral-printed shirt and pants with her shirttail

can lay your hands on! We spent 200 thousand to save him when he was born. Can your family compensate

Amelie couldn’t help but go nearer. “What’s going on?” She strode to Bria’s back

face. Isn’t she Mrs. Gordon? When Amelie recognized the woman,

fruit that only

seen. She scoffed, “Good that you’re here. Your daughter laid her hands on my grandson. What are you

as thick as Bria’s thigh.