For a second, Amelia was at a loss for words.
Her smile looked a bit stiff, and it took her a moment before she finally replied, “Then could you please ask Mr.
Johnson to let Miss Collins know—if she’s feeling better, I’d appreciate it if she could give me a confirmed time soon, so I can sort out the next shoot.”
With that, she didn’t stay a second longer and turned to leave.
President’s Office.
Vivian stared at Simon’s office, looking utterly unimpressed.
“This place is way too cold.
All black, white, and gray…
it’s just ugly.”
Simon, still reading through a contract, let out a faint smirk at her comment.
“Well, you’re not the one working here.
Does it being ugly even matter to you?”
Vivian instantly protested.
“This is your office, of course it matters to me!”
Simon glanced up at her, chuckling lightly.
“You’re still as pushy as you used to be.”
Vivian leaned in with a smile, “So what?
You don’t like it?”
Simon didn’t answer and just pointed toward the script beside him.”
I went through that script you mentioned, even asked someone professional for a second opinion.
Honestly, it’s just not your type of role.
My advice?
Don’t waste your time on it.
“Use that time to push forward on the endorsement job instead.
Since you agreed to it, do it properly.
If you really don’t feel like doing it, fine—we’ll just get someone else.”
“Who said I wasn’t doing it?!” Vivian snapped, her stare sharp.
Simon raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I figured you didn’t want to.
Faking sick and then showing up here?
What, trying to make a statement or something?”
Vivian’s face flushed with irritation.
“I really was feeling unwell!”
Simon glanced at her for a second, then said nothing more.
Vivian shoved the script toward him.
“So you’re seriously not investing in this?”
Simon replied, “I’m a businessman.
If something isn’t worth it, I’m not putting my money in.
I don’t just throw cash around for fun.”
“Then why do you spend so much on Amelia?!”
Her eyes started to fill with tears.
Simon arched a brow.
“And what exactly did I spend on her?”
“That necklace she wears—wasn’t that from you?
Just that one piece costs over ten million.
Don’t tell me you didn’t spend a dime on her!”
Simon’s face cooled.
“I spend on her because she knows how to treat me right.
You really want to compare yourself to her in that department?”
Vivian went quiet immediately.
She was upset, but not stupid.
She knew the difference in what he was saying.
To Simon, Amelia had only ever been a way to blow off steam.
Nothing more than that.
That realization oddly brought some comfort.
If being good in bed was her only skill, what was there to be proud of?
Vivian wasn’t after gifts—she wanted his heart.
Besides, she had always kept things clean and proper with Simon.
Couldn’t say the same about Amelia.
She knew deep down, she shouldn’t compare on this front.
But now that she had the chance, Vivian wasn’t gonna pass up a moment to act a little coy.
With misty eyes, she looked up at Simon, voice soft and a tad whiny.
“But I’m jealous…
promise you won’t treat her so nice anymore.”
Simon let out a short laugh.
“You really think she’s getting better treatment than you?
Come on, be real.”
Vivian pouted, pressing on, “Then break up with her.”
His expression turned cold in an instant.
“Vivian, this isn’t something for you to interfere in.”
Sensing his mood shift, Vivian knew not to push further.
She quickly changed tune, shrugging casually, “Fine, I was just messing with you.
It’s just a girl—do whatever you want.”
She still had that headstrong heiress tone, expecting Simon to ease up and comfort her.
But he only chuckled, “Yeah, exactly.
Not your business to begin with.”
Vivian clenched her teeth.
“Have her come up—I need to talk to her about the commercial shoot!”
Simon didn’t even blink.
“If you want to talk, go find her yourself.
And try not throwing a diva tantrum for once.”
Vivian scoffed and walked out of the office.
…
Amelia came down from the top floor and didn’t stop until she reached the lobby.
Outside, there was a little garden for staff to unwind.
She headed inside and sat down by the pond.
Only then did she feel the tension in her chest ease up a bit.
Simon had always had quite the appetite in that area.
Honestly, she could barely keep up with him.
Every time, he exhausted her completely.
Yet somehow, he still wasn’t always satisfied.
But Simon was kinda picky, so even when he wasn’t fully happy, he didn’t go look elsewhere.
Still, Vivian was his first love.
That kind of history?
Feelings definitely ran deep.
No matter how she looked at it, Vivian seemed like the better match for him emotionally.
Simon had shut his office door, letting no one disturb them.
He only ever did that when they were together.
She exhaled slowly, trying to let go of the heaviness inside. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Truth was, Amelia knew deep down there wasn’t really anything to feel upset over.
They were first loves.
Getting back together felt like a matter of when, not if.
Yeah, she knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.
Still, running into it like that wasn’t exactly pleasant.
Amelia leaned back on the bench, tilting her head slightly, thinking of catching a bit of sunlight.
But someone stepped right into her light.
“Miss Clarke, fancy seeing you here.”
Anselme’s smile was vague, hard to read.
She turned her eyes away.
“Just sneaking a quick break.
Surprised you’ve got the time to wander around our little company garden during work hours, Mr.
Marchand.”
He casually sat down next to her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Not exactly in the habit of strolling through your company’s scenery for fun.
I was here to see Mr.
Johnson, but apparently, he’s got company—no one’s allowed into the office.
So here I am, and what do you know, bumping into you.”
She caught the not-so-subtle undertone in his words and shot him a glance, lips curling into a cold smirk.
“What exactly are you getting at, Mr.
Marchand?”
He looked at her, still smiling.
“Come on, Miss Clarke, don’t tell me you don’t get it?”
Amelia looked away again, eyes drifting off into the distance.
“Looks like you’ve got quite the hobby for meddling in other people’s lives.”
Anselme leaned back, all relaxed and lazy, but the words he threw out still carried that unmistakable bite.”
Since Vivian is back, I thought someone like you would’ve stormed off already.
Didn’t expect you to still hang around Simon.
So, planning to be the side chick now?”
Amelia kept her smile, calm and composed.
“So what if she’s the first love?
They broke up, didn’t they?
If she was really the one for him, I wouldn’t even be here.
Come on, Mr.
Marchand, we’ve all had our firsts, haven’t we?”
Anselme’s brows drew together slightly.
He originally figured Amelia would be all sad and fragile right now.
Didn’t expect her to be this sharp.
But the more she acted like this, the more interesting she seemed to him.
“Miss Clarke, you know what people are saying about you in the industry?”
Amelia’s expression froze for a second.
She didn’t need to ask.
Whatever it was, definitely not nice.
She didn’t want to hear it, and she surely wasn’t going to ask.
With a trace of indifference, she said, “I’d really rather not know.
You don’t have to bother telling me.
If I cared about that stuff, I wouldn’t still be around Simon.”
Anselme let out a devious laugh.
“Just a homewrecker, a sneaky little leech who wormed her way in.”