Contract Marriage With Mysterious President

Chapter 298 The Fight in the Party

Kingsley went in front of Amy. He didn't expect to see her here. Since the day she got sick and fell on

the floor, he had been worried about her all along. But when he finally finished all the work and returned

to the hospital, Amy was already gone. He was deeply disappointed.

However, it seemed like God had heard of his thought and arranged him to meet his secret love here.

When he saw Amy just now, he was in a hurry to ask around and was informed that no family was

invited here today, only the leaders from each company.

Kingsley was pretty shocked at the finding. The woman he liked was the CEO of the Newell Group. No

wonder she was so special.

"I find it bizarre to call you 'Ms. Newell'. How about I call you 'Amy'? That sounds much better, doesn't

it?" Kingsley squeezed himself in between Amy and Finnley, trying to part the pair.

"You must be the assistant. Well, go get us some food." Kingsley ordered Finnley, who glared back at

Kingsley: he was her assistant now!

"What? You don't seem happy. Looks like somebody's got too much temper for being an assistant. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Amy, you've spoiled your people. For people like this, you need to educate them hard and make them

listen well." Finnley was repulsed by the absurdity of Kingsley's words, and left right away to the food

section.

"This is more like it. Geez… who does he think he is? Amy, the day you were in hospital, I wanted to be

with you. But I got some family shit then… you were not mad at me right?" He finally showed a sincere

face.

"Mr. Carr, I don't think we're that close. It's none of my business what you do. How would I be mad at

you? Well, you're the star today, so I'll leave you with the crowds now. I think you better talk to those

people." Amy didn't want to continue the conversation.

Kingsley looked around in the ballroom, pointed to the people and said to Amy.

"Amy, you want me to talk to those guys? Look at them, they're all disgusting men with their stupidly big

heads and beer bellies. You think I can still have a good appetite looking at them? Am I annoying you

now?" He retrieved his eyes from these people. Honestly, the setting of this party was not too bad, with

a light blue tone that added to its character. The only thing that made him sick was the people here.

"Yes, you're annoying me all the time. I dislike you." Amy spilled out to Kingsley in a direct manner.

For any other man, hearing this, he should be so ashamed that he would leave right away and never

talk to Amy again. However, this wasn't the case for Kingsley.

"Oh, you dislike me? It's OK, I like you and that's enough. And I'll make you like me eventually. I have a

lot of good things in me. You gotta discover them bit by bit." He didn't show any sign of embarrassment

on his face at all.

"Mr. Carr, Ms. Newell said she doesn't like you. You should back off now. We're about to eat, and we

don't want to be in the way of your business." Finnley came back with two plates full of food. He had no

reason to be polite to Kingsley either.

"She's not fond of me, alright. But what does that have to do with you? So you brought us food." He

reached out a hand to grab the plate.

"Not for you, for us. You can go get it yourself." Finnley pulled Amy away and went to the nearest table,

then put the plates down.

Kingsley was given a complete cold shoulder. He glanced at Finnley and followed him to the table.

"Miss Newell, there's something I must tell you. Your assistant…" Finnley realized that Kingsley was

going to say something unusual. He didn't expect him to play such a mean trick.

"Mr. Carr, please take a seat. I'll go get some more for you. These are the best from tonight, and I'm

sure you'll have a very good appetite."

Finnley pulled Kingsley down immediately to his seat and passed him his own plate.

Kingsley took the seat across Amy naturally and started to work on the plate.

"What did you want to tell me just now? What about my assistant?" Amy stared at Kingsley and implied

to know the rest of his words.

"Your assistant… he's rather good! Look, he's polite, and good-looking. Am I right?" Kingsley looked at

Finnley with pride.

Finnley turned around grumpily and went on to bring more food. This Kingsley was such a haunting

ghost.

"Miss Newell, there you are. Took me quite a while to find you." Hadrian came by with a plate and sat

next to Amy.

"Miss Newell, you may want to consider working with us the Fields. We work in many business sectors

in common. We can't be enemies like this all the time, right?" Hadrian looked at Kingsley and mumbled

a "hi" to him.

"Who are you? Don't you see I'm in the middle of a conversation with Amy here? What are you doing

here?" Kingsley immediately took a strong dislike towards Hadrian.

"Miss Newell and I are old friends. It's not uncommon for old friends to catch up with each other a little,

don't you think?" Hadrian hated Amy to the guts. He used to feel a little guilty for his mother killing her

father in a car accident, but ever since Amy was back, she stopped working with the Fields, rendering a

hard impact on their businesses.

"Oh, that's so uncommon. You got bad eyes, you know that?" Kingsley felt even sicker about Hadrian

whose face was soaking in grease. He was obviously not a good fellow. Well, neither was he himself.

Kingsley squinted, which was a typical move when he was pissed. He thought nobody could guess

what he was up to when he did that.

Hadrian chose to ignore what Kingsley just said. He came with a purpose to smear Amy's image in

front of Kingsley, thinking that Amy was asking for cooperation with Kingsley. His contempt towards

Amy deepened.

"I would very much like to work with Miss Newell. You're a master of malicious moves, even to your

own family. You were fully aware that old Mr. Carter was your father-in-law, yet you still drove him to

death. Your ruthlessness is something I truly admire." He laughed as he finished.

Amy stood up and splashed the drink in her hand over Hadrian's face.

Hadrian didn't see this coming at all. His expensive suit was fully in target.

"You bitch! How dare you! I swear I'm gonna kill you!" Hadrian was ready to beat Amy up, but before he

could make a move, Finnley came back from fetching food and saw what was happening, and

immediately threw the plates in his hands to Hadrian.

Right at that moment, Kingsley and Hadrian began their fight.