CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92: YOU CAN GO FIND THE YOUNG MASTER YOURSELF

Amelia Wright was led into a private office.

The department wasn’t very enthusiastic about their new leader; they directly handed over all the personalized jewelry files of Fiona Morgan’s collection to Amelia Wright, and no one spoke further.

Amelia Wright wasn’t concerned about everyone’s attitude.

Just as she sat down and before she got a chance to look over the order files, Basil Smith appeared.

Basil Smith at the company was entirely different from the meticulous doctor at Imperial Garden.

Basil Smith’s presence made everyone in the department anxious, and everyone watched as he entered the supervisor’s office.

Through the untucked blinds, they saw Amelia Wright still seated in her office chair, with no intention of standing.

And Basil Smith stood in front of Amelia Wright without a hint of dissatisfaction.

Everyone couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked; who was Basil Smith but the spokesperson for Young Master Shaw!

If Young Master Shaw was likened to an emperor, Basil Smith would be considered a first-rank official.

Yet now, Amelia Wright was sitting and Basil Smith was standing, and there was not a trace of incongruity.

For a moment, everyone realized Amelia Wright was indeed quite audacious; perhaps they should treat her a bit better because they pride themselves on being professional. Can their status match Basil Smith’s?

Amelia Wright leaned back against the chair, saying indifferently, "What are you here for?"

Basil Smith handed a document to Amelia Wright: "Miss Wright, this document contains 30% of the Wright family shares, which Young Master has now transferred to your name."

Amelia Wright frowned, "This was bought with Godfery Shaw’s supplementary card, it shouldn’t be given to me."

At that time, Amelia Wright was still Young Mrs. Shaw, and the money used to calculate against Oliver Wright was Godfery Shaw’s.

Later, she gave the shares and orders to Godfery Shaw; Godfery Shaw only gained without loss.

Then Basil Smith continued, "Young Master finds these Wright family shares insignificant, and since Miss Wright is unwilling to let these shares return to the Wright family, they can only be transferred to your name."

Amelia Wright abruptly stood up from the chair, slapping the document, "What exactly does Godfery Shaw want? We’ve already talked about divorce, such a big gesture, does he want to keep me as a secret mistress?"

Basil Smith adjusted his glasses, feeling an inexplicable pressure.

He still seriously said, "You’ve misunderstood, Young Master only meant well."

"Take it back! I don’t need his good intentions."

Hailey Smith looked troubled, "Miss Wright, you know I cannot go against Young Master. If you want to return it, you can find Young Master yourself."

After speaking, Basil Smith nodded at Amelia Wright and directly turned to leave.

He worried that if he stayed any longer, Young Madam might directly throw the document at his face.

After exiting the supervisor’s office, Basil Smith glanced at the department personnel, speaking ominously.

"Young Master doesn’t care much for this department; your department’s fate depends on the person inside. Surely, you’re not foolish enough to not know what to do."

Basil Smith had said enough and didn’t continue; being too explicit would stir up trouble spreading to the Shaw family in Capital City.

Everyone was a bit at a loss.

This jewelry customization department, in Cloudglow, really was disregarded, almost like something Young Master Shaw casually invested in—profitability wasn’t much of a concern.

Could it be that this former Young Mrs. Shaw might give them hope?

Amelia Wright was unaware that Basil Smith had urged these people a bit.

After Basil Smith left, an assistant knocked on the door and respectfully asked, "Supervisor Wright, would you like something to drink? Coffee or tea?"

"Just plain water, please."

After a while, the assistant brought in a glass of plain water, and gave Amelia Wright a friendly smile.

Yet Amelia Wright remained in her cold demeanor, as if regardless of how others treated her, she remained the same.

After the assistant left, Amelia Wright looked at the share transfer document on the table, feeling conflicted.

She certainly wouldn’t find Godfery Shaw herself; if possible, she would prefer never seeing Godfery Shaw again.

But undeniably, she needed these shares.

She wanted revenge, to thoroughly dismantle the Wright family and Smith family, for which she needed these shares.

After all, she owed Godfery Shaw a lot in a previous life already, so even more now doesn’t matter; if she can’t refuse, she might as well find a way to help Godfery Shaw earn them back.

Maybe she’d have to stay in this position of design supervisor for a while longer.

Amelia Wright composed herself and began her work.

She quickly discovered that over days, the order’s progress was just like when she first handed the order to Hailey Smith—all that had been established was the initial design draft, while everything else remained undecided.

Amelia Wright used the company’s phone to contact Fiona Morgan’s assistant.

Amelia Wright politely asked, "Hello Assistant Hills, when will Miss Morgan have time? I’d like to discuss the details of the jewelry set for the film festival with her."

"Sorry, she’s too occupied recently with announcements and has no time. Finalize the details and send them to me."

Their rejection didn’t deter Amelia Wright, "If there’s no time for a meeting, a phone call will do, not requiring much time, just five minutes."

Primarily, without knowing their preferences, directly finalizing details might lead to repeated dissatisfaction and adjustments, adding workload unnecessarily.

Amelia Wright heard someone on the other side calling, Hills, come over.

"Okay, Miss Morgan, I’m coming." The assistant sweetly answered, then impatiently told Amelia Wright, "I told you there’s no time."

Then hung up the phone.

Amelia Wright dialed again, but there was no answer.

Facing the situation, Amelia Wright understood why the order was still at the same progress as before.

The other party had no intention to cooperate.

Continuing to drag this out benefits no one, so Amelia Wright directly called Hamilton.

Finding Fiona Morgan’s whereabouts wasn’t easy; even knowing it, getting to block her wasn’t something that happened quickly, but through Hamilton, it surely could.

Amelia Wright didn’t feel her action was problematic.

She had worked so hard to pull Hamilton out of the racing track back then, counting as a life-saving grace; was it excessive for Hamilton to return this small favor? Certainly not excessive!

Hamilton answered Amelia Wright’s call, with an attitude as if facing a superior, "Amelia, are you looking for my sister? Okay, I’ll call her right away; if it’s important, I’ll go find her now and bring her to you."

Hamilton’s attitude was so good that Amelia Wright felt it was unusual.

Her tone chilled a bit, "Have you gotten into trouble again?"

Hamilton immediately shook his head, his assurance becoming louder, "No way, I haven’t gotten into any trouble lately, I just... I just..."

"Just what, speak frankly, don’t stumble."

"I just want you to teach me racing; rest assured, I’m playing properly, definitely won’t gamble with others again. After observing for a while, I found your driving skills better than the masters I know; you were truly the master all along!"

"I’m short on time."

Hamilton hurriedly said, "It won’t take much time, just occasionally guide me for a session."

Before Amelia Wright could refuse, Hamilton hastily added a sentence and hung up.

"I’ll go call my sister to meet you."