CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: WHAT DID YOU USE TO THREATEN MY BROTHER

Amelia Wright frowned.

She really didn’t have the energy to teach someone else how to race.

Half an hour later, Hamilton didn’t dare to call, so he just sent a message asking for Amelia’s location.

Amelia thought that the company had complete information, and if Fiona Morgan could come over to discuss, it would naturally be better, so she sent the address to Hamilton.

All morning, everyone in the company eagerly watched Amelia, wanting to see what this new design supervisor was planning to do, but half the day passed and it seemed like she hadn’t done anything.

Only the design supervisor, who was previously in charge of this project, with bright red lips, sarcastically said, "She can’t handle it any better than us, pretending to be a big shot."

By noon, Amelia didn’t want to go to the cafeteria.

With gossip all over her, too many people knew her. She didn’t want to attract more trouble, so she simply ordered a staff meal.

The man who had been quietly sitting on the top floor for half a day.

"Why hasn’t she come looking for me?" Godfery Shaw asked in a deep voice.

"Perhaps...the Young Madam decided to accept the shares given by the eldest son." Basil Smith responded seriously.

Godfery Shaw hummed, the coldness in him somewhat easing.

"She is somewhat picky with food; she might not be used to the staff meal. Swap my lunch with hers."

"Yes, young master."

Basil Smith walked out of the office with a sigh.

Really don’t understand why the young master has such deep feelings for the Young Madam.

Even though the Shaw family had interfered, the young master wouldn’t give up.

...

Amelia didn’t know what Godfery Shaw had done; she just felt that the quality of the company’s staff meal was excessively good.

While Amelia hadn’t finished her lunch in the office, someone knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

The office door opened.

Hamilton brought Fiona Morgan in with a smile, and her assistant followed behind.

Fiona Morgan entered and took off her mask, apologizing, "I’ve been having a packed schedule recently, and I only have time to rest at noon. Am I interrupting your lunch?"

Amelia swallowed her food and took a sip of water, "You’re not interrupting. Thank you, Miss Morgan, for making the trip. Please have a seat first."

Fiona Morgan glanced at Amelia’s food, saying somewhat enviously, "Let’s talk after you finish eating. Your lunch looks really good. For those of us who have to control our weight, it’s really easy to get envious."

"Just a staff meal," Amelia answered flatly.

Fiona Morgan smiled without speaking.

What kind of company staff meal could be made like this? A normal person’s daily wage probably wouldn’t even be enough.

But thinking that this was the Shaw family’s company, Fiona Morgan understood. It seems the Young Mrs. Shaw, even after divorce, still held some special status in the Shaw family.

But since Amelia was still entangled with the Shaw family, why provoke her brother?

Fiona Morgan’s eyes showed a hint of sternness.

At this time, several people still in the office area outside were stunned.

They watched as the Queen Morgan walked past them.

The Queen herself came!

During this time, they couldn’t even manage a conversation, but this newly appointed Supervisor Wright managed to have the Queen personally visit!

As it turned out, when people said that the final draft would be confirmed within two days, it wasn’t just talk — it was very tactful.

The two people excitedly ran to the canteen to call most of the department back.

That’s Queen Morgan!

Even in their high-end jewelry customization industry, she’s a person hard to meet.

Even though it was lunchtime during their break, the office area was crowded with people, but no one dared to enter Amelia’s office to disturb her.

They quickly had the assistant in charge of Amelia bring in tea.

When the assistant walked in, she saw Queen Morgan sitting in the reception area, looking at the set of custom jewelry designs.

While their Supervisor Wright was still eating...

It’s one thing for a queen to visit, and Supervisor Wright not to greet her warmly, but to have her look at the design drawings by herself while still eating.

There would always be time to eat!

But meeting the Queen probably only happens once!

The assistant quickly approached Fiona Morgan, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Hello, may I get you something to drink?"

"Coffee, thank you." Fiona, still looking at the designs, didn’t even raise her head.

The assistant walked to the door, couldn’t help but glance back.

She saw Queen Morgan’s assistant, looking terrified, serving water to their supervisor.

A handsome young man to the side was concerned, "Amelia, take your time eating, no rush, my sister has freed up two hours for you at noon."

The Queen’s brother? It seems like he knows Supervisor Wright well.

It’s not familiarity, but more like... as if trying to flatter Supervisor Wright...

The assistant walked out of the office dazed, questioning life.

As soon as she exited, everyone gathered around.

"How’s it going? How are the talks?"

The assistant said blankly, "They haven’t talked."

The design supervisor, who was previously in charge of this project, snorted coldly, "I knew it. Communicating with the Queen isn’t so simple. Anyone can brag — let’s see how she manages to talk it through."

The assistant shook her head, so shocked she began to stutter, "It’s not... it’s not like that. Supervisor Wright is eating, and the Queen is waiting for her to finish."

The scene fell silent.

The assistant didn’t have time to explain the situation to everyone, hurriedly ran to grind a cup of coffee using the machine, not daring to use instant, feeling it wouldn’t match Queen Morgan’s status.

Thus left the whole department looking at one another.

They all knew who Amelia Wright was.

The former adopted daughter of the Wright family, later the Young Madam of the Shaw family.

But now she’s severed ties with the Wright family and divorced from the Shaw family.

So now Amelia Wright is just herself, nothing more.

For such an ordinary person, meeting the Queen Morgan should be impossible, but the Queen was so polite to her.

Where does she get this ability!

Amelia ate until she was eighty percent full, with half of her meal still left, before stopping.

She wasn’t deliberately putting on airs making Fiona wait; normally, she could go a whole day without eating.

But not now; her health was too poor. For the sake of the child in her belly, she had to ensure nutrition.

Amelia put away her tray, "Sorry for making you wait, Miss Morgan. I’ll just wash up a bit and be right back."

"No worries, it’s my bad timing. Take your time." Fiona said this while glaring at Hamilton, who pretended not to see.

Aside, Assistant Hills, fearing, dared not speak.

Earlier, when Amelia called to arrange a meeting, she had taken it upon herself to refuse, not even answering the calls. Who would’ve thought, only to have it backfire instantly, with Miss Morgan’s brother personally showing up to get her, and even Miss Morgan had to wait for Amelia.

Amelia washed up a bit in the restroom before sitting down in the reception area.

"How did you find the design, Miss Morgan?"

"Not bad; indeed, it’s Miss Wright’s designs that resonate deeply with me."

"Then we can discuss finalizing the design."

"Yes, but before that, I want to ask Miss Wright a question." Fiona said as she waved to her assistant, "Hills, please step out."

Assistant Hills quickly stepped out, respectfully closing the door behind her.

The office was devoid of outsiders.

Fiona Morgan’s expression changed, and with a strong, cold demeanor, she looked at Amelia inquiring, "I’d like to know, Miss Wright, what exactly are you using to threaten my brother, making him so obedient to you!"