CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: REBELLIOUS YOUTH

Amelia Wright blankly looked up at Robert Reed.

Was she not repulsed?

Someone like her, filled with darkness and loathing herself, had exposed herself completely through this painting, yet she wasn’t repulsed.

Amelia Wright felt a little lost.

She was already sickly, her complexion too pale, looked like a half-dead ghost to others.

Robert Reed saw her like this, and surprisingly sensed a touch of death in her, suddenly saying seriously: "Amelia, don’t die."

Amelia’s heart trembled, she bit her lip and didn’t speak.

She had long been dead, now merely a shell, living like the walking dead, only to seek revenge.

Amelia felt as if someone had seen through her little secret, as if someone had seen the ugly, filthy blood beneath the beautiful exterior — instinctually, she wanted to escape.

But Robert Reed grabbed her arm, preventing her escape, the old man repeated emphatically: "You must promise me, you cannot die."

Amelia’s breathing quickened, after a long while, she lowered her head, whispering almost inaudibly: "I... I’ll try."

Robert Reed’s eyes were somewhat dim, he cannot bear to see anyone else around him leave.

This apprentice seemed like she was sent to him by destiny.

At this moment, Robert Reed was like a doting grandfather to Amelia.

He put away Amelia’s painting, as if nothing had happened, kindly calling to Amelia: "Let’s go, I’ll take you downstairs to meet the head of Ink Manor."

Amelia followed Robert Reed downstairs with her head lowered.

Robert Reed called over everyone from Ink Manor.

"Everyone come and meet, this is my only apprentice, Amelia," Robert Reed said, pointing at each person to introduce them to Amelia: "This is the head of operations at Ink Manor, this is the master of oil painting, Old Quinn, this is the ancient painting restorer, Mr. Reed..."

The stance was as if introducing the future little owner, leaving everyone a bit puzzled.

Robert Reed was bewilderingly good to Amelia, even Amelia herself felt this mentor-apprentice relationship was too sudden.

She never intended to sincerely learn painting, even that apprenticeship was merely a ploy to embarrass Ava Wright, a calculation for fame and fortune.

She never hides her calculations, the mentor knows it too.

She shouldn’t be treated so well.

Until Amelia left Ink Manor, she was still a bit dazed.

This life, many things are different.

She gained a very good teacher.

And Godfery Shaw... he seemed different too.

Amelia looked up at the azure sky, her heart grew bitter; these changes would have been nice in the previous life, but now no matter how good others are to her, it seems they can’t warm this dead heart.

After leaving Ink Manor, Amelia didn’t return to Imperial Garden.

She bought a men’s outfit, a wig, disguised herself slightly, went to an underground racetrack.

Now that the Wright family successfully bid for that gem, she should also get in touch with the popular actress, Fiona Morgan.

Fiona Morgan is aloof by nature, she is currently a popular actress, making connections with her isn’t easy, even seeing her face is hard.

But Amelia knew Fiona had a brother, with their parents deceased, Fiona and this brother relied on each other, she treasured her brother greatly.

Amelia knew this because in the previous life, Fiona’s brother soon died at the racetrack, when Fiona, who had fame and fortune, heard the news she went mad; the news then shocked the whole of Aning City.

Amelia arrived at the racetrack mentioned in the news.

She looked around for a while, soon seeing a young man who just got off the racecar.

Dressed in biker attire, dyed greyish blonde hair, a face with some resemblance to Fiona, even had bruises.

Amelia knew it was him.

At this moment, a few people surrounded him.

The leader, wearing sunglasses, holding a steel pipe, malevolently said: "Hamilton, you’ve lost the bet, according to the agreement, either pay ten million, or your leg is mine."

Hamilton gritted his teeth: "You guys did it on purpose, deliberately tampered with my car, deliberately targeted me."

The opponent laughed a few times: "Haha, at the racetrack there’s only winning and losing, lost then just accept it, are you trying to renege? Or you can race us again, if you win the previous debt is cleared, but if you lose, it’s not just your arm, your life will be mine too."

Hamilton’s face flushed.

The group laughed louder.

"Look at this kid, I said he wouldn’t dare bet, a brat coming to race cars."

"Heard you have a sister, you can call her to bring money."

"Or look, you’re quite handsome, your sister must be a beauty too, let her accompany us for a month, haha."

Hamilton, hearing about his sister, was instantly enraged, recklessly said: "Fine, bet then bet, you think I’m scared?"

Amelia watched this scene, somewhat understanding why Hamilton died at the racetrack in the previous life, he was brainless, couldn’t take provocation, even risked his life, in the future others would call the shots.

Amelia stood up and walked forward.

She coldly said: "Wait, if you want to buy his life, ten million isn’t enough."

Given Fiona’s status, if she knew her brother gambled his life over ten million, she’d be mad enough to want to kill her brother.

Everyone looked at Amelia speaking, immediately someone whistled: "Hey Hamilton, where’d you find this young master, looks prettier than the racing girl here."

Amelia wore black pants, beige hoodie, 165 cm tall dressed as a boy, like a high schooler, just that noble, calm demeanor, indeed like a rich young master.

Hamilton was puzzled too, didn’t want to implicate the innocent, waved at Amelia: "Who are you, go away, go away, this isn’t something you can involve in."

Amelia just looked at the group opposite: "He won’t participate in this gamble, I’ll pay the ten million for him."

The group laughed: "Young master, where do you think this is, coming here to joke, no fool would spend ten million on a stranger."

Amelia remained indifferent.

The leader wearing sunglasses paused, stopped the laughter with a raised hand, twirling the steel pipe, said: "Too late to pay now! He’s already agreed to race, so he must go, or young master, will you go instead?"

This kid was too calm, if he really was willing to spend ten million to play, then he would lose.

With Hamilton, he could earn much more than ten million.

Amelia heard this, slightly curled her lips, "Alright, I’ll go in his place."

Just like a rich young master, overprotected, wanting to play hero without knowing what it’s all about, just agreed.

The group laughed, left just one sentence: "Next race starts in ten minutes."

After the group scattered.

Hamilton was completely confused.

Suddenly he burst out: "Who exactly are you! Racing isn’t a joke, clearly they’re targeting me today, even sitting in the passenger seat isn’t safe."

Amelia coolly glanced at Hamilton, suddenly raised her hand and slapped him.

"Slap!"

Hamilton was stunned.