My Sugar And Your Spice

Chapter 402

CHAPTER 402 ASHTON’S AMBITION

Amelie came to the company a little after 8.00AM.

The employees had been long used to her arriving at work earlier. Eugene also specifically hired an early shift secretary for her.

When she arrived at her office, the early-shift secretary served Amelie a cup of steaming hot coffee. "Thank you." She lowered her head and spoke.

The secretary did not leave immediately as usual, but she stopped there with an uneasy look. "Miss Dillon, a gentleman was here to see you."

"Oh?" Amelie looked surprised. I'm not surprised that someone wants to see me, but he came earlier than me. "Who?"

The secretary shook her head. "He said that you'll know once you see him."

However, that man did not stay in the company, but on the contrary, he left an address for the cafe downstairs.

Amelie disliked such odd behavior, so she did not take it to heart. Turning on her computer, she started getting busy with work.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon. She asked her secretary to buy her lunch as usual. However, her secretary was away for a long time and did not return. Amelie got a call from her. "Miss Dillon, I came downstairs to buy you lunch, but suddenly, two people led me to a cafe. It's the same gentleman who

asked to see you."

What's with that man? He seems persistent. Amelie checked the weather. It's a sunny day. And he wants to see me in a crowded place like a cafe. Surely, it's not to kill me.

Amelie got to her feet. Now I'm curious who's so eager to see me. She walked straight into that cafe after going downstairs.

The slow, languid music playing in the cafe radiated a kind of ambiguous atmosphere and gave off an aura of a slow lifestyle.

Amelie frowned because she despised that type of clingy and sentimental music.

"Miss Dillon," a woman called out to Amelie.

Amelie raised her head and noticed her secretary uncomfortably waving at her from the second-floor banister. The secretary appeared to be on the verge of tears with her lips pressed together. Behind her was a figure that had obscured facial features. However, his legs were as lanky as ever. After that, Amelie approached them.

Two bodyguards blocked the secretary, and the man behind the secretary finally revealed his face. It was a cynical and slightly unruly face. "It's been a while."

"Mr. Lowe?" Amelie muttered while raising her brows. That was all her reaction.

Unlike his usual self who always wore a casual floral shirt with a devil-may-care attitude, Ashton now

donned a very formal suit with a tie and leather shoes. He appeared quite presentable. When he saw Amelie, he spread his hands open in exaggeration. From NôvelDrama.Org.

"Miss Dillon." At last, the bodyguards let the secretary go. Her eyelids fluttered incessantly as she ran over to Amelie. She had been detained there for an extended period for no apparent reason, so she felt scared and even violated.

Amelie patted her secretary's shoulders with understanding. "Just get back to work."

"How about you?" The first thing Ashton Lowe did was ask his bodyguards to detain me. Will Miss Dillon be fine?

Amelie smiled faintly. "It's okay. Mr. Lowe's an old friend."

The secretary was still slightly worried since Ashton did not seem like a good guy no matter what, but she did not dare to disobey Amelie. Hence, she nodded and went downstairs to leave.

Only then did Amelie walk to Ashton slowly. "Mr. Lowe, you can just go to Genesis if you want to see me. Why did you have to wait here for such a long time and come up with such tricks?"

Ashton smiled faintly before he started fiddling with a small ornament on the table as if pondering something. "Well, I'm free. Getting coffee to kill time sounds nice to me." Then, he stood up. "Miss Dillon, please have a seat."

Amelie approached him and sat across from him. Her gaze was calm. "Mr. Lowe, what can I do for you?"

"Oh," he said, setting the ornament down and straightening his back to face her. "I've come to talk business with you."

She frowned. I recall him always looking down on me and never being nice to me. He hasn't said anything nonsense or mean today, though, and he even wants to talk business with me.

"Mr. Lowe, you want to talk business with me? Did I hear that right?"

He laughed. "Yes."

"What would you like to talk about, Mr. Lowe?" Amelie remained calm as she straightened her back, appearing to be all ears.

The upper half of Ashton's body leaned against the chair as he behaved like a successful businessman.

"Let's talk about Genesis. I want to acquire it."

"You want to acquire Genesis?" Even Amelie was astounded by Ashton's bold idea.

"Mr. Lowe, I'm sure you're joking."

"Does this sound like a joke? I do want to acquire Genesis." Ashton raised seven fingers at Amelie. "Seven billion. Flat rate."

She was flabbergasted. Seven billion isn't considered the top price to acquire Genesis, but it's a pretty good price. After a while, she chuckled. "It's indeed a pretty good price, but the company belongs to

Leo. I don't have the right to make this decision for him."

"Yes, you do." He tapped the table. "I know that he has long transferred his shares to you, and the contract is kept in his safe. It's binding."

She glanced at him. When did this half-hearted playboy become a cunning wolf?

"Mr. Lowe, Leo is your best friend, but you want to frame him like this. How can you live with that?" she demanded coldly.

He burst into laughter. "Best friend? I'm just a lackey for him at most. No, not even a lackey. When he's in a good mood, he looks at me, but when he's in a bad mood, he doesn't even acknowledge my presence!" Ashton's languid gaze was filled with hatred. "Miss Dillon, isn't he bad to you? Why are you concerned about him? My offer isn't low, and you'll get some of it. A few billion, that is if you sell your share to me."

"I'm not like you, Mr. Lowe." Her expression had become icy. "I never want something that isn't mine. Even if there is a shares transfer agreement, I will not accept it because I despise receiving handouts from others."

Amelie slowly leaned forward. "I advise you to reflect on yourself carefully as to why Leo doesn't take you seriously. It's because you're only worth that much, or you're simply worthless. How could you ask others to respect you if you're worthless?" Amelie rarely gave someone a mouthful. This guy has crossed the line. I have to be straightforward.

"You sound as if you're nothing to him. But do you remember, when your father ignored you, who helped you? You've been in business for a long time. Which one didn't he support? Do you think you'll

hold a little status in your family without him? If you lack even the most basic gratitude, are you even human?" Amelie then nodded politely before slowly walking down the stairs.

Ashton's languid face turned angry and violent behind her.