Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 24 Jared Is Just Too Good at Dealing with Her

It suddenly started to rain when Amber drove to Red Plum Club and the rain was getting heavier and

heavier.

When she arrived at the place, she found there was no parking space in the underground garage. So

she had to park her car in the open parking lot. As she had no umbrella in the car, she could only put

her bag over her head and rushed into the rain.

In fact, the lobby was not far away. But due to the heavy rain, she still got wet. When the cold wind

blew, she shivered all over.

When a waiter saw her like this, he immediately brought her a towel.

"Thank you." She wiped her hair while asking, "It's Friday today, so there must be many guests here,

right? Are Mr. Longman and the others still playing cards in the same private room?"

The waiter thought she was a friend of Mr. Longman, so he replied, "Yes. Room 1103 has always been

reserved for Mr. Longman."

Knowing the room number, she showed a slight smile.

After the waiter left, she went to the front desk and ordered a pot of top quality tea and some desserts.

Just as she carried the plate towards the private room, several men pushed the glass door open and

entered the lobby.

When Jared looked up, he suddenly noticed a woman with a slender figure walking towards one of the

private rooms.

The woman looked quite similar to Amber…

"Mr. Farrell?" A man next to him saw Jared standing there so he asked carefully, "What's wrong?"

Jared withdrew his eyes and replied, "It's nothing."

Amber did not know that Jared had also come here. She entered the room with a smile carrying tea

and desserts.

She looked around the room and saw four men sitting at the card table in a Victorian style room. They

were playing cards and chatting so leisurely and happily. And there were two young girls accompanying

two of them.

Amber had read the information of Wisemas before and quickly recognized its boss, Mr. Longman. So

she walked over and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Longman."

Mr. Longman who was playing cards only threw a glance at her. "Hey, who are you?"

"I am Amber Reed from Goldstone Co." She put down the tea and desserts on the table with a smile.

She added, "I came here to meet a friend. He played cards with you before and praised your good

skills. Since our companies once had worked together, I thought I should come and say hello to you. I

did not disturb you guys, did I?"

Mr. Longman said, "Oh." At this time, the man sitting on the south side of the table asked, "Is your

father Hugo Reed?"

"Yes," she replied.

"I used to be familiar with your father. I played cards with him and he was quite good." He sized her up

and down with an fishy look.

She chose to ignore his gaze and said with a smile, "Yes. My father is good at playing cards and that's

why he can play with you, Mr. Yates."

As the two chatted, the four men finished a round.

The man got up and waved at her. "My back hurts a bit playing for a round. You can help me and try for

a round."

She showed an embarrassed look and said, "Mr. Yates, I don't know how to play cards."

"Since your father is so good at it, how bad can you be?" He continued to beckon her. "Come here. If

you really don't know how to play, I will teach you."

Mr. Longman also said, "You play for Mr. Yates. If you truly don't want to play, then go out. Don't spoil

our fun."

She sensed his displeasure from his words.

Since Goldstone Co. was in a bad situation and no capitalists was willing to purchase it, so Mr.

Longman guessed that only his Wisemas could deal with her batch of overseas goods. That was why

he acted so arrogantly.

Amber knew what she should do to get help from Wisemas.

Suddenly, she loosened her grip on her bag and walked towards Mr. Yates' seat with a slight smile. "Mr.

Yates, since you don't mind, I will play one round for you. If I lose, I'll pay for it. If I win, the money is

yours."

He then showed a satisfied smile and sat beside her, patting her shoulder. "Don't worry. I will teach

you."

She leaned slightly towards the other side, avoiding his hand secretly.

Soon they began another round.

Mr. Yates glanced at Amber's cards and found she really did not know how to play. But he did not teach

her and was simply chatting with the other men. At the same time, he placed his hand on her chair,

touching her back from time to time.

Although she was here, these men talk freely and sometimes talked dirty.

Soon they began to talk about her marriage with Jared.

Mr. Yates intentionally asked, "Amber, why did you divorce Jared? How much did you get from him? It

must be a lot of money!"

"We couldn't get along, so we got a divorce." Her lips pursed, "The Farrell Group is Mr. Farrell's asset

and I am not qualified to get a share. So I just left him without getting anything."

"How can he do such a thing?" Mr. Yates pretended to care and stared at her with lecherous gaze, "At

least you have slept with him for six years, so how can he give you nothing after getting a divorce?"

She sneered in her heart.

Jared was just too good at dealing with her. With Makenna in his heart, he never touched her during

their marriage.

If she told them this, she would become a laughing stock.

So she held back her anger and shame, smiling. "I at least have inherited Goldstone from my father. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Since you are an old friend of my father, I may need a hand from you in the future, Mr. Yates."

He laughed out loudly and said, "Okay. Since you asked, how could I not help you?"

She really did not know how to play cards and lost several times.

Soon the pile of cash in her bag was almost used up.

Before she came to the room, she had been wet from the rain. The men were smoking, so the windows

were wide open with cold wind swishing in. She felt a little dizzy and forced herself to hold on.

Mr. Yates saw her slender fingers and got closer to her, covering her hand with his. "Play this one."

"Your hands are so cold," while saying this, he touched her hand a few more times.

She wanted to pull her hand back but was held down by him tightly.

He came closer to her and said softly, "Mr. Farrell did not know how to treat you nicely, but I do. If you

have problems, you can tell me. I know you want help from Wisemas, so I will help you talk to Mr.

Longman and let him sign the contract with you!"

She was not feeling well. And when she smelled the smoke and sweat from him, she wanted to vomit.

In the end, she could not bear it anymore.

So she withdrew her hand from him with strength, pushed her chair, and snapped coldly, "I can't play

cards like this, Mr. Yates."

He got stunned and instantly said with a sullen face. "What are you doing? I just wanted to help you

talk to Mr. Longman and lend a helping hand to your company. But you chose to pull a long face

towards me, huh?"

"You are trying to help me, huh? I believe you just want me to sleep with you," she directly said.

"You don't even have emergency money to save your shabby company, so it's only a matter of time

before it goes bankrupt." He sneered, "Poor thing! Being married to Mr. Farrell for six years, but he

didn't even bother to help you save Goldstone."

The more he said, the more reckless he became. "Where else can you get connections and money to

save your company other than selling yourself?"

Without saying anything, she grabbed the teapot from the table, ready to smash his head.

Suddenly, there came a knock on the door and then it was pushed open.

Mr. Longman was about to drive her out when he looked up and saw the upright figure at the door. He

immediately stood up from his chair and greeted, "Mr. Farrell."