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.

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

an obvious upset in

it because I’m Leo’s friend?” he

Amelie looked at

taking over the contract

relief. With a smile, she took back the contract. “Please send me the necessary documents when you go back, Mr. Walsh,

heard that, he raised his brows.

places to discuss business, but Leo can’t tag along. Also,

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

there was not much of

project could have been started at that time. If you tell him now that you’re Foxy, the egg on his

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

face, it made him recall the two times he saved her

she didn’t know what was on his mind. As she lowered her head a little, she put a strand of her hair behind her ear. “The best thing to do after a divorce is not see each other for the rest of our lives. Embarrassing him doesn’t

about this so openly, it was

Toby suddenly fluttered. “Since you’ve already let it go, isn’t it time to start the next relationship? What kind of man

he stood straighter than he usually did to

want to have a peaceful life now.” What she meant was

hurt her family, so she didn’t want this tragedy to happen again. She also didn’t have the energy to start a

the anticipation in his eyes dissipated along with her words, and he froze there for a moment. He felt as though something inside him had been

he mumbled under

meant, but she just waved her hands at

away from home, she suddenly heard a vulgar curse. “Such a rude br*t! How can you lay your

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

a woman was pushing a little girl in front of her. The

woman who pushed her had messy hair and was wearing a floral-printed shirt and pants with her shirttail rolled up,

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

but go nearer. “What’s going on?” She strode to Bria’s back and held her shoulders. Only then

unrefined face. Isn’t she Mrs. Gordon? When Amelie recognized

our house last night to give us the fruit that only VIPs’ can eat,

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

in Abby’s arms. His arm was as thick as Bria’s thigh. Yet, at that time, he was wiping off his tears