Chapter 3 Get You a Male Model
Henry's movements halted.
Amelia took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "If you have the energy, focus on the company's affairs."
"The Phillips Group's board is still watching you. The recent scandal hasn't completely died down. If you stir up more trouble, they'll only get bolder."
She looked him in the eye, speaking earnestly. "Behave yourself for a while. Don't give them any more ammunition."
Henry suddenly chuckled.
"If..." he deliberately dragged out the word, his fingers tapping lightly on the counter, "I accidentally get caught again, will you come to my rescue?"
Amelia laughed in exasperation.
She turned away, picking up an orange from the cutting board. The knife made a crisp sound as it sliced through the peel. "Do whatever you want."
If he wanted to destroy the Phillips Group's foundation himself, she wouldn't stop him, nor did she want to.
Henry watched her as she prepared the fruit.
Her movements were swift and precise. The orange was cut into even pieces, the blueberries arranged in a circle, and the ice cubes neatly stacked.
Even when ordered around, she insisted on doing things meticulously.
Amelia picked up the fruit platter and walked out of the kitchen, bumping into Rhea sitting on the living room sofa, flipping through a magazine, with Ava chatting beside Erik.
"The fruit platter is ready," Amelia said, placing the plate on the coffee table.
Rhea glanced at it, her tone indifferent. "Just leave it there."
Amelia said nothing more, turning to head upstairs.
Behind her, Henry's voice rang out, not loud but clear enough for everyone to hear. "Uma, Yara."
The two maids hurried out of the kitchen, heads bowed, not daring to speak.
"What are you here for?" Henry leaned against the door frame. "Letting Amelia do all the work in the kitchen while you just stand and watch?"
Uma's face turned pale. "It's not like that. Mrs. Phillips said she would handle it herself, so we..."
"I've said before," Henry interrupted, his gaze turning cold, "the Phillips family isn't so poor that Amelia has to do things herself."
He glanced at the two maids. "If I see this again, pack your things and leave."
The maids nodded frantically, terrified.
Rhea's expression changed slightly in the living room.
As Henry passed through the living room, Hayden suddenly stood up. "Henry, wait a moment."
Henry stopped.
"Come with me," Hayden gestured, heading towards the study.
Inside the study.
Hayden patted Henry's shoulder. "Amelia is a good girl. Treat her well and stop messing around with other women."
Henry's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Why are you pretending to be a good guy now? You know exactly how Amelia and I got married."
Hayden's face darkened instantly. "Henry, we're family. Can't you be a bit more considerate with your words?"
Henry let out a derisive laugh, sitting down in the leather chair by the desk, crossing his long legs. "I speak to hit your weak spot. If I were considerate, wouldn't my words be pointless?"
Hayden raised his voice. "Henry, if we're talking about our weak spot, I'm the one most qualified, aren't I?"
"Amelia was my girlfriend, but she suddenly ended up in bed with you. I've been more than fair by not holding you accountable. What more do you want from me?"
Henry's gaze turned icy, like a blade. "Do you really not know what happened that night?"
Hayden's eyes flickered.
Henry's voice was low, each word carrying a chill. "I realized that night Amelia was drugged. Don't you have any idea who did it?"