When I Was A Wallflower

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.

I’m not sure whether I can convince him.” She analyzed everything clearly. “Also, since you helped me twice, I’ll take this

moment, Toby was still looking at her, and there was an obvious upset in his eyes. He could tell that she didn’t want to owe him

Leo’s friend?” he

Amelie looked

he replied almost instantly before taking over

of relief. With a smile, she took back the

Toby heard that, he raised

business, but Leo can’t tag along. Also, I hope you won’t let

“Why? He treated you quite badly in those days. Don’t you want to take this opportunity to leave

there was not much of an

wore a mischievous smile. “If Leo cared a little about you, he would know that you’re Foxy four years ago, and this project could have been started at that time. If you tell him now that you’re Foxy, the

Leo’s friend? You’re actually asking me to embarrass him?” Amelie

made him recall the two times he saved her when she looked like

her hair behind her ear. “The best thing to do after a divorce is not see each other

this so openly, it was obvious that she had

isn’t it time

question, he stood straighter than he usually did to make

head. “I just want to have

she didn’t want this tragedy

her words, and he froze there for a moment. He felt as though something inside him had been taken away, leaving a big empty space in

mumbled under

but she just waved her hands at him to say goodbye.

hotel and was about a turn away from home, she suddenly heard a vulgar

of a girl, seemingly rebuking the comment,

was pushing a little girl in front of her. The little girl backed a few steps from the push, and that little girl

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

grandson is not someone you can lay your hands on! We spent 200 thousand to save him when he was born. Can your family compensate us if you hurt him?” She emphasized the word ‘200 thousand’ as though that was

help but go nearer. “What’s going on?” She strode to Bria’s back and

was an unrefined face. Isn’t she Mrs. Gordon?

last night to give us the fruit that only VIPs’ can

you’re here. Your daughter laid her hands on my grandson. What are you going to

at the big, chubby boy in Abby’s arms. His arm was as thick as Bria’s thigh.