Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 23 My Money Is Your Money

Amber came back last night in a bad mood and drank until midnight. Then she went to sleep not long

before she was awakened by the ringing phone.

She returned to her senses and fumbled for her phone on the bedside table. "Hello?"

"Miss Reed, this is Sheila Dawson speaking," a voice came on the phone.

Hearing the name, Amber sobered up a little and soon remembered the woman.

She was the secretary of Cole. Cole feared that after Amber entered Goldstone Co., she would have

nobody to help her, so he assigned his secretary to her.

"What is wrong?" Amber asked while walking towards the bathroom.

Sheila said, "There are some urgent documents to be dealt. When would you be coming to the

company?"

Amber thought about it and looked at the time. "I will be there around eight thirty."

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Amber washed her face with cold water and finally felt comfortable. But she still

suffered from headache because she had drunk too much last night. In the mirror, she saw her slightly

haggard face.

After washing up, she came out of the bedroom and saw the messy living room, she pursed her lips

hard.

How much did she actually drink last night!

When she drove to the company, it was exactly eight thirty. As soon as she entered the office and sat

down, Sheila came in.

"Miss Reed, these are the documents that need to be signed."

"Alright."

She opened the files and asked, "Did we sign the contract with Wisemas?"

"It was scheduled at nine o'clock this morning, but Wisemas changed their mind," Sheila said

helplessly.

"Is that so?" Amber frowned and took out her phone, saying, "I will call Cole and ask him to talk to

them."

Sheila quickly said, "Miss Reed, it won't help. He planned to go to Wisemas this morning to talk about

it. But after taking a call, he told me that he had something to attend to in his company and he would

come back to deal with the contract with Wisemas later."

Hearing this, Amber put down her phone.

She almost forgot that Cole also had a company of his own and had a lot of things to handle.

Seeing that she remained silent, Sheila asked, "Miss Reed, I will leave first. Is that okay?"

"Check where the president of Wisemas goes today." Amber took a deep breath and continued, "Tell

me once you find out about that. I'll take care of these documents first."

Sheila got stunned for a second and said, "Didn't Cole say he would come back to deal with it?"

"He is also very busy. I can't wait for him to help me handle everything." Amber pursed her lips tighter,

"I have to learn whatever I don't know since I am in this position. Otherwise, I will lose the position

soon."

"Okay. Miss Reed. I will go check the itinerary." Sheila left the office.

Amber had only come into contact with these things and there were many technical terms in the

documents, so she read the documents quite slowly. She only completed a third of them by noon. After

having a simple lunch brought in by the secretary, she continued to handle the rest of the documents.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, she finally finished all the documents.

She rubbed her sore neck, saw her phone light up, and took it over to check.

Jeremy texted: Amber, my company got a job for me and I need to go to Bourbon on a business trip for

two months. Due to the time difference, I won't be able to reply to your messages in time. If you

encounter urgent matter, just call the number I gave to you.

She replied: Okay. Take care of yourself abroad.

At this time, another message popped up at the top of her phone screen. She found it was a bank

message. When she saw the amount of money that arrived in her card, she got slightly stunned with

wide eyes.

Twenty million, huh?

Could it be that Cole had already sold Corazón Azul?

Jeremy texted again: I know Goldstone was in a bad condition and needs funds. Use this first. Tell me if

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Amber: I still have money in my account. I can ask Cole for help if needed. I can't take the money.

Soon Jeremy replied: Six years ago, you helped me and allowed me to become what I am today. My

money is your money.

Reading his message, she felt warm inside and no longer refused him.

She texted: Okay. Just consider that Goldstone Co. owes you this. When the company gets better, I will

give you back the money and the interests.

At this time, there came a knock on the office door.

"Come in," she replied.

Sheila pushed the door open and entered with a box of fruit. "Miss Reed, this is from Fruity Express."

After saying that, the secretary glanced at her whose face was hung with a slight smile and thought in

her heart, "Could it be that Miss Reed knew who this is from?"

Amber opened the box and saw a box full of mangoes.

Being surprised, she thought that Cole must have bought this since he knew what she liked and always

loved to buy food for her.

She moved her eyes away from the box and asked, "Did you find out where the president of Wisemas

is?"

"Yes." Sheila replied, "Today is Friday and he goes to Red Plum Club to play cards with his friends at

two pm. I have sent the address to you on WhatsApp."

"Good." Amber stood up and put on her coat. "When the company gets better, I will give you a pay

rise."

"Thank you, Miss Reed." Sheila was overjoyed.

Then she suddenly remembered that there was going to be a heavy rain, so she chased after Amber,

wanting to remind her about it. However, Amber had already entered the elevator. At this time, she

found her colleagues who loved to gossip gathered around.

They asked her curiously, "When Miss Reed saw the mangoes, what did she say?"

"She simply opened the box and glanced at it." Sheila shrugged and felt puzzled too. "Even the

cleaners of the company knew that Miss Reed got a divorce. So why did Mr. Farrell still send fruits

here?"

"Could it be that Mr. Farrell felt regretful?" one of the colleagues asked.

"How is that possible? Everybody knows that Mr. Farrell loves Miss Gardner and he even proposed to

her with Corazón Azul!" another colleague said.

"Maybe Mr. Farrell thought they could still be working partners after the divorce?" a woman said

uncertainly.

"Our company is going out of business and nobody is willing to purchase it. How can Mr. Farrell not

know it?" someone disagreed.