Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 252 Lip Print

Elias could feel her excitement from her voice. He answered in a gentle tone while extreme coldness

was flaring in his eyes, "We don't need to kill her, because, sometimes, being alive is worse than being

dead."

"What do you mean?" Makenna frowned a little. She was upset by his intention of not killing her.

Elias's glasses reflected an evil light and he explained, "I mean that it would be much better that we

hire someone to rape her and video it. This can not only kill her unborn baby but also torture her to the

greatest extent."

Satisfaction and surprise filled Makenna's eyes. She said, "You are right. Death is too easy for Amber.

She deserves a greater punishment. We can make her live a painful life forever! That would be the

best."

If Amber was raped, Jared would definitely stop loving her even though he may realize that she was

the real Maple Leaf later.

What's more, such an accident could also throw Amber in dismay forever and the gossip as well as

everyone's negative judgement could also shame the whole Goldstone.

Death was not enough. Living with an emptied and hopeless soul should be the most appropriate

torture for her.

Makenna trembled with thrills.

There was a cunning light glinting in Elias' eyes. He asked, "You approve of my plan, right?"

"Yes," Makenna nodded.

She couldn't agree more and she couldn't wait for the show.

"When will you do it?" Makenna asked eagerly.

"Tomorrow. Do you want to come and have a look?" Elias asked in a seductive tone while playing with

a sharp scalpel.

Attracted by his charming voice, Makenna snickered and said, "Of course. I will definitely be willing to

appreciate the show. Amber will finally be dragged into the unbreakable hell."

"Fine, tomorrow, I will lead Amber to Saurock Avenue, where it is always quiet with few passersby. You

can wait for me there," Elias caressed the blade of the scalpel in his hand.

Makenna hung up the phone with extreme excitement and malice in her eyes. "Amber, you are

doomed!"

"Oh, bless myself!" sitting in the CEO's office of the Farrell Group, Amber sneezed heavily when she

just opened her notebook.

Jared handed her a cup of black tea and asked, "Are you cold?"

"I am fine," Amber buttoned up her suit and answered.

There was heating in the office, so she wasn't cold.

However, she felt a shade of coldness attack her back just now, which scared her a little.

Seeing Amber's movement, Jared pursed his lips and turned the heating up a little with the remote Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

control. He said, "Now you will feel better."

"Thanks," Amber smiled at him politely.

She convinced herself that he turned the heating up not because he cared for her.

He did it only because they were partners. And if she were him, she would also do the same thing out

of politeness.

Jared nodded his head, put down the remote control and sat beside her.

Amber could smell the fragrance of mint coming from his body, which stunned her and brought her

mind back to the first time when they met each other a dozen years ago.

At that time, under the trees, the breeze circled the girl, who was taking pictures of her beloved boy,

with the fragrance of mint coming from him, which was exactly the same as this moment. Yet she didn't

feel the same now.

The fragrance was the same, but the man was not.

Amber took a deep breath and suppressed her emotion. She looked at Jared with complicated feelings

and said, "Mr. Farrell, maybe you can use another perfume. The fragrance of ocean suits you better

than mint."

Hearing this, Jared frowned.

He had already used this perfume for a dozen years because Maple Leaf loved it. And it was the first

time that he was told that it didn't suit him.

What's more, what happened to her just now? He felt that she was comparing him with someone else.

Who's that "someone else", Jeremy or Cole?

Feeling his cold anger, Amber frowned a little.

Did her advice piss him off?

Amber smiled embarrassedly and said, "I am sorry, Mr. Farrell. I shouldn't have said that."

Jared compressed his lips and asked, "Does it really not suit me?"

"What?" Amber was confused. It was unexpected that, instead of scolding her, he would actually ask

her for her opinion.

"Well, do you want me to tell the truth or lie to you?" Amber asked after taking a sip of her tea.

"Jared looked up at her and said, "Truth."

Amber smiled a little and said, "Well, alright. It doesn't suit you now."

"Now?" Jared narrowed his eyes and asked.

He believed that there was something hidden behind the word "now".

However, Amber shook her head and didn't want to be kept on this topic anymore. She put down her

cup and handed him her notebook. She said, "Mr. Farrell, can you help me to highlight some key

points?"

Jared decided to get rid of his confusion towards her words after staring at her for a few seconds, and

began to explain the meeting content to her.

After more than an hour, Amber closed her notebook, stood up, and bowed to Jared. She said with

gratitude, "Mr. Farrell, thanks a lot. I have understood most of them."

Indeed, Jared was a good teacher.

With his help, she, who once knew nothing about the new energy, could now understand almost 80% of

the key content. And she believed that she could learn the rest by herself.

It seemed that she could hand in her analysis in time the next day.

"Never mind," Jared reached out his hand and wanted to help her up.

But Amber straightened her body before he could reach her.

A shade of disappointment appeared in Jared's eyes as he saw that Amber avoided his hand. He

withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. He said, "We now work as a team. I don't want any of

us to hinder our progress. So just come to me if you can't understand something in the future. You don't

need to be ashamed and hide it."

Hearing this, Amber thought, "My guess was right. He helps me only because we are business

partners now."

He helped her only because he didn't want her to hinder their progress.

After knowing this, Amber grinned.

That would be perfect since she didn't need to keep on imagining things and feeling pressured

anymore.

"I know that. Thank you again, Mr. Farrell," Amber looked at Jared.

"Never mind." Jared lowered his eyes.

"Well, then, Mr. Farrell, it is late now and I need to go. See you tomorrow," Amber checked on her

watch.

Jared's lips moved a little. It seemed that he wanted to say something to keep her.

But he kept silent and watched after her until she walked out of the office.

The door of the office closed and there, in the big office, again left Jared alone.

Deep in his thought, Jared's gaze moved gradually from the door to the seat Amber just on.

After a few seconds, his gaze moved to the table and then to the cup on it. There was a red lip print on

the edge of the cup, which was too obvious to be ignored.

Staring at it for a few seconds, Jared reached out to pick it up without being aware of his action. He

then took a small sip of the tea with his lips covering the lip print.

The tea had become cold and as it flowed down to his stomach through his throat, it drew his attention

back, which enabled he finally realize what he was doing. He immediately put down the cup and

clenched his fist with a slight panic.

What was he doing?

Jared looked at his hand with confusion.

He didn't believe that he would do such a thing to a cup previously used by Amber.

Was he controlled by the mysterious power again?