Chapter 312
“Because your parents died for the Morgan family. They adopted you to atone for their sins and to ease their conscience.”
After saying this, Pierre expected to see shock on Lila’s face, but instead, there was none.
“That car accident-” He was about to continue but was interrupted.
“Enough!” She snapped, her voice sharp. “If you came here just to tell me this, you can stop. I have no interest in hearing it.”
“Fine then.” He sighed in frustration. “Since you don’t want to listen, I’ll consider it my mistake. But being friends isn’t too much to ask, is it?”
He raised his glass, looking graceful. Despite his known recklessness as the default heir to the Locke family, many still sought to associate with him for power and wealth.
Now, as he spoke to Lila, many people around them were already starting to look their way. He looked at the glass she held, clearly waiting for her to drink. It was a subtle way of putting her in a difficult position.
If she didn’t drink, it would be seen as disrespect to the Locke family. But Pierre didn’t pressure her. Instead, he gestured slightly with his hand.
Then, he raised the glass to his lips and drank it in one go.
“Ms. Hart, feel free.”
Though he said that, she didn’t feel free to act as she liked. She could only silently hope Amelia would return soon; then, she pursed her lips and took a sip from the glass.
Amelia watched with growing impatience as Vivian picked out the most expensive bottle of wine.
“Which one is it?”
“Don’t rush. I’ll pick the best one for you.”
Amelia frowned and simply pointed at one. “No need. I’ll take this one.”
From the moment she had arrived, Vivian had been chatting aimlessly, and now she was dragging her feet to choose the best one.
Amelia felt like Vivian was purposely delaying her. Her gaze darkened as she walked over, grabbed a bottle, and Said, “I’ll take this one. I’m leaving now.”
Without waiting for Vivian’s response, she turned and headed back. Vivian glanced at the time, then quickly ran to catch up.
“You’re still so impatient.”
Amelia shot her a glare over her shoulder. “You better not be up to something.”
“I’ve been by your side this whole time. What could I possibly be up to? Are you sure you don’t have a bias against me?”
Seeing Vivian shrug helplessly, Amelia scoffed inwardly. “It’s not that I’m biased against you; your character is questionable.”
Halfway back, she suddenly noticed Vince surrounded by a group of people. Amelia frowned and walked over. “Vince.”
He quickly turned around, seemingly relieved, and immediately told the
others, “Sorry, I need to go. My
fis calling me. We’ll continue
WI
later.” .
“Hey, Mr. Lane, wait a bit. Let’s finish discussing the cooperation first.”
“Yeah, Mr. Lane, your fiancée won’t run off. Let’s finish talking.”
They continued to talk to him. However, Vince didn’t even look back. He quickly walked over to Amelia.
Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Who’s your fiancée?”
He didn’t answer that, lowering his voice to ask, “Where’s Lila? Weren’t you together?”
“I went to get something, so we separated for a bit.” She raised the unopened bottle of wine.
His eyes faltered momentarily
before quickly saying, “Go find her
suspect someone is trying to
els
separate us deliberately. Let’s also inform Mr. Morgan.”