CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: DEFEATED

Hamilton was startled and quickly pulled back his gaze from the fairy’s feet.

He looked towards the source of the murderous aura.

Beside the fairy, there was a man sitting in a chair.

Hamilton recognized this man; he was the big shot who made Amelia Wright get out of the car at the racetrack yesterday.

The big shot and Amelia Wright.

The big shot and the fairy.

Amelia Wright! The fairy?

Hamilton suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Amelia Wright’s face, woman...

He exclaimed, "Oh my, Amelia Wright, you... you’re a woman!"

So it wasn’t a fairy; it was the young master who helped him with the race yesterday, and the young master turned into a woman!

When Amelia heard this loud voice, she realized that Julius Shaw really found Hamilton.

At this moment, she felt a warmth on her foot; someone was holding her foot.

Amelia instinctively tried to retract her foot.

Godfrey Shaw, oblivious to others, gently coaxed, "Be good, put on your socks."

Amelia didn’t like being touched by others, let alone such an intimate touch, but she couldn’t muster the strength to pull back her foot, so she just sat there quietly, like a little princess, being taken care of.

But those eyes were filled with coldness, leaving no doubt that if she had the strength to resist, she would definitely disable the hand touching her foot!

But because she couldn’t see, Amelia couldn’t witness the highly visually impactful scene before her.

A man radiating nobility was kneeling down, putting on white socks for a woman.

Hamilton looked on foolishly, feeling as though his jaw was about to hit the ground. The fact that a woman could drive so crazily was shocking enough.

But to have a man put on her socks, and she’s just so pampered!

Hamilton repeated once again, "Amelia Wright, you... you really are a woman?"

Amelia responded with a hum, "I never said I was a man."

"Were you deliberately deceiving me, I..." Hamilton wanted to complain, but his voice abruptly stopped.

This big shot stared at him with icy eyes, as if making one wrong remark would seal his fate on the spot.

Just moments ago, he was incredibly gentle with Amelia, but now, he exuded an air of violent malice, as if bred in the darkness.

Hamilton felt this was too terrifying.

He immediately changed his tone, "Amelia Wright, you... you... you called me for... what issue?"

Frightened, Hamilton stammered slightly; he wanted to escape, but this was the Imperial Garden. He felt he couldn’t get away.

Amelia couldn’t see, but hearing Hamilton’s tone, she sensed something was amiss.

Godfrey Shaw also realized his inappropriate demeanor; he immediately picked up Amelia and placed her on his lap. Despite how light she seemed, she weighed down the malice in his heart.

Only then did Hamilton feel like he could breathe again.

Amelia clenched her fists, realizing this person didn’t care about anything and wouldn’t hesitate in front of anyone.

Unable to resist, she attempted to ignore the hand around her waist.

She said to Hamilton, "Help me introduce your sister; I want to discuss with her the customized jewelry set for the awards ceremony."

Hamilton didn’t expect Amelia Wright to be so focused on this matter. Did someone living in the Imperial Garden really need to talk business?

After thinking it over, he honestly replied, "My sister’s jewelry set seems to already have a partner decided."

Talking business, Amelia’s face became serious, "As far as I know, there hasn’t been a formal agreement signed yet. Your sister mentioned wanting to see the Wright family’s capabilities before deciding, and the Wright family... their abilities seem somewhat lacking!"

Hamilton shivered, "What do you want to do?"

Amelia’s unseen eyes were ethereal and beautiful, and she said with an innocent face, "Nothing really, I just want to design a beautiful jewelry set for your sister."

Hamilton stared dumbfounded at Amelia Wright.

If the Amelia Wright he knew before gave him the impression of fearlessness,

now, she gave him the feeling of someone scheming, with calculations unabashedly reflected in her eyes.

Amelia Wright planned to scheme against the Wright family.

Hamilton suddenly remembered something.

The name Amelia Wright had always felt somewhat familiar to him. So, she was the adopted daughter of the Wright family who married the second young master of the Shaw family!

But the big shot in front of him... no limp, not the second young master of the Shaw family, could only be the eldest young master of the Shaw family.

So... what’s the situation now?

Amelia Wright... is Amelia Wright married to two husbands?

Or has she become a plaything for the Shaw brothers because of her beauty?

But whose plaything can be this brazen, having Young Master Shaw put on her socks?

Hamilton was utterly bewildered, absentmindedly agreeing to contact Amelia’s sister and then left the villa in a daze after receiving Amelia Wright’s contact information.

A group of people waited outside the villa for him.

Hamilton shivered again, "You... what do you all want to do?"

Basil Smith politely stepped forward and said, "No need to be nervous, we just want to ask a minor thing."

...

The villa fell silent once again.

Seeing how Julius Shaw was so unrestrained, Amelia decided not to meet any outsiders.

Since waking up, she hadn’t worn shoes, her feet never touching the ground.

This person exhibited a completely indulgent and accommodating attitude towards her.

Amelia, being visually impaired and unaware of what Julius Shaw wanted to do, became agitated.

The result of her agitation was that her usually calm eyes slowly filled with fury.

Held by the man, she lay languidly in Godfrey Shaw’s arms like a boneless being and said, "You say you want to treat me well, but I’m just a half-dead sick person, what are you after? If you’re just after my body, I can give it to you!"

This was Amelia’s conclusion. The unfamiliar Julius Shaw, wanting to break her leg to keep her from escaping at their first meeting, must be interested in her body since she couldn’t fathom any other reasons.

Godfrey Shaw’s demeanor suddenly chilled down.

Feeling that cold oppressive aura, Amelia didn’t show fear; instead, she reached up to embrace Godfrey Shaw’s neck and got closer to him, her gaze teasing and seductive, "Well, do you want it?"

Godfrey Shaw did not speak.

She giggled flirtatiously, "Why are you angry? I don’t want to play any love games with you. If you want this body, you can have it, just stop pestering me after!"

Her face was all smiles, appearing as if she didn’t care for this body, indifferent to whom it belonged.

After a prolonged silence between the two,

Godfrey Shaw suddenly carried Amelia to the bathroom.

Amelia heard the sound of water in the bathroom; the man reached out to unbutton her clothes, and Amelia’s arrogant demeanor paused.

Godfrey Shaw suddenly laughed, "Amelia, I’m just running a bath for you, don’t be nervous."

Amelia’s demeanor stiffened, the deliberate allure she previously displayed disappeared.

Godfrey Shaw continued, "The bathtub is filled. You can take your bath; I’ll wait at the door."

Amelia suddenly felt deflated, as if admitting a loss in her confrontation with Julius Shaw.

She indeed cared little for this body, but it was different with Julius Shaw.

Whether it was the face identical to Godfrey Shaw’s or the fact that he was Godfrey Shaw’s brother, both were unacceptable.

The bathroom door closed, and Julius Shaw left.

Amelia undressed and gingerly entered the bathtub.

Soaking in the bathtub, after some time, she suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Julius Shaw, I can’t see; I need to see a doctor."

She ended up conceding.

Blind, Amelia was too passive, feeling incapable of doing anything.

All she could think about was her concern for Godfrey Shaw, yet she couldn’t reach the outside nor could she leave.

Outside the bathroom door, the man’s voice came through, "A doctor has already seen you, don’t worry. Your blindness is temporary; it’ll be gone in a week at most."

A week later, when her eyes recovered, he’d tell her the truth.

Whether she accepted it or not, he would first inform her.

Hearing that it would take only a week, Amelia sighed in relief.

At most, she would have to endure this standoff with Julius Shaw for one week.

Just one week; hopefully, they could coexist peacefully.