CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 86: A DATE WITH MARSH SMITH

Amelia Wright had someone escort the parents of these students away to discuss compensation.

But this compensation was a little different than what the teacher had in mind.

The three of them paid for Amelia Wright’s lost wages and mental anguish, and left with their tails between their legs.

Hailey Smith held the compensation in her hand, eagerly asking, "Master, how should we handle this compensation money?"

Since Hailey found it difficult to change her way of addressing Amelia, constantly referring to her with the peculiar title of ’Young Miss,’ she simply switched to calling her ’Master.’

After all, it was destined that this would be their Young Madam without a doubt.

The Master’s wife, isn’t she still the ’Master?’

As for this form of address, Amelia Wright didn’t say much.

Maybe it was because that day at the Imperial Garden, when they had a falling out, Hailey did something Amelia wanted to do, giving Evelyn Dawson a kick.

All involved in the dirty schemes, why bother pretending to be clean little daisies?

And Hailey Smith was someone Emma Lewis had decided to keep around, for reasons unknown, Amelia Wright showed Emma far more leniency than others.

Hearing Hailey’s question, Amelia replied, "Handle the compensation as you see fit. Hailey, from today onward, you don’t need to follow me. Just protect Emily Allen’s safety."

Hailey immediately nodded, "Okay, I’ll do as the Master says."

Now Hailey wouldn’t insist on saying that she needs to protect the Young Madam; the Young Madam’s methods were far superior. She just needed to follow orders.

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This incident made Amelia feel that she really can’t afford to rest.

These enemies, one by one, even if she wasn’t in a hurry to take revenge, they would still come to provoke her one by one.

They could deal with her, but they shouldn’t drag Emily into it.

Perhaps it was because she also had a child in her womb now, but Amelia Wright couldn’t tolerate anyone hurting Emily in the slightest.

Amelia suspected that the one pulling strings behind the scenes was Ava Wright, but she wasn’t sure.

She needed to find a way to uncover who was plotting against her.

The person doing this obviously had a purpose.

The outside world thought she was already divorced from the Shaw family, and the Wright family had thrown her under the bus.

A lonely orphan without support, what should she do when everyone is shouting to bring her down?

She should be helpless, desperate, too afraid to face anyone.

Did the person pulling strings want to see her like this?

Then she’ll let them see this scene come true!

Amelia continued to take leave from school and simply didn’t go out at all, as if she was truly forced to hide from the world.

The discussions online were rampant, but she didn’t handle them, as if she simply couldn’t.

No one helped Amelia.

Marsh Smith watched everything from the shadows, thinking the time was about right.

He could meet Amelia in person, appearing with the high and mighty air of a savior.

With a mix of nervousness and excitement, Marsh dialed Amelia’s phone number.

Amelia was taking a nap and hadn’t saved Marsh Smith’s number, so her just-awoken voice sounded a bit lazy, "Hello."

Hearing her voice, Marsh felt like a cat had scratched at his heart, his pulse quickened, "Amelia, it’s me."

The moment she heard Marsh’s voice, Amelia was instantly clear-headed with disgust, "Marsh Smith, have your injuries healed? You still have the nerve to contact me?"

The incident where Marsh forcibly took her away with ill intentions, she hadn’t settled that account yet.

When Amelia mentioned the last time, Marsh seemed to recall the beating he took and shuddered with fear.

"Ahem, Amelia, last time, it was a misunderstanding. I had too much to drink and acted impulsively," Marsh quickly changed the subject, "Amelia, I want to meet you this time to tell you who is behind this plot against you."

Amelia’s half-closed eyes fully opened, "Who?"

"At 7 PM, come to Cloudtop Cafe. I’ll tell you in person."

Cloudtop Cafe again. She wanted to see what trick Marsh was going to play this time.

"Alright!" Amelia agreed.

Marsh hung up the phone, a look of happiness on his face.

He had intentionally arranged the meeting at Cloudtop Cafe; having once been rejected by Amelia there, now he would have Amelia concede there!

Amelia wouldn’t escape his grasp!

Marsh was brimming with confidence.

After all, at such desperate times, a woman wouldn’t refuse the gentle help of a man.

At seven, Amelia went to Cloudtop Cafe alone.

She saw the cafe had been cleared out, and there was even a violin performance on stage. She raised an eyebrow, curious about what Marsh was trying to do now.

Amelia walked over.

Marsh greeted her, "Amelia, you’re here, have a seat."

Marsh had dressed carefully, wearing a beige suit, neatly trimmed short hair, with a face as radiant as jade, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Amelia raised an eyebrow again, sat down across from Marsh, curious to see what he was up to.

Marsh handed over the menu, "What would you like to drink?"

Amelia casually replied, "Plain water."

Although Amelia wasn’t cooperating, Marsh remained gentle, instructing the waiter, "One black coffee and one glass of plain water."

After the waiter left, Amelia asked, "So, tell me, who is behind this plot against me?"

Instead of answering, Marsh said, "Amelia, since you don’t like drinking coffee, I bought tickets to your favorite movie. Let’s go watch it together."

Amelia didn’t move.

With a hint of hurt in his eyes, Marsh said, "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. Just accompany me once today, and I’ll tell you what you want to know."

Amelia coldly agreed, curious to see what Marsh would do.

With a pleased smile, Marsh led Amelia to the car.

The movie was the type Amelia used to enjoy, a sweet and youthful romance.

An innocent heroine, a sweet love story.

Everything was so beautiful, even the sunlight felt warm.

But now, Amelia no longer believed in this so-called love.

She found it fake and boring.

Marsh, however, seemed very engrossed.

"Amelia, see how happy they are, childhood sweethearts’ feelings can’t be compared by others."

Amelia didn’t respond.

After the movie, Marsh used the pretext of sharing the news to have Amelia accompany him to the mall.

"Amelia, I think this dress would suit you."

Whether Amelia liked it or not, Marsh simply bought whatever he thought was good without looking at the price.

Their interaction was completely like a couple in love shopping, with a man pampering his girlfriend endlessly buying gifts.

Amelia guessed that Marsh might be delusional, thinking he was taking her on a date.

Finally, Marsh brought Amelia to a luxury jewelry store.

Eyeing a diamond necklace in the display, Marsh said gently, "Amelia, I think this necklace would look great on you."

Amelia’s eyes were half-closed, looking lazy and spiritless, clearly very impatient.

But in this languid demeanor, her beauty stood out even more, cold yet captivating, like a siren begging to be nestled in one’s arms.

Marsh stared, entranced, heart pounding as if bewitched by a temptress.

Right at that moment, Amelia saw Ava Wright.

Ava, with two friends, walked into the jewelry store.

Amelia finally looked Marsh straight in the eye, her voice soft, "Will you buy this necklace for me?"