Chapter 15: Should I Use a Gold Card or Cheque?

Mrs. Brown gently patted Angela Brooks, reassuring her, "Angela, why don't you go play with your friends first. I'll talk some sense into Albert."

Amelia Sanchez quirked an eyebrow, whispering to Albert Brown, "Could your mom pay me 10 million to divorce you?"

Amelia was contemplating; if Mrs. Brown were really to pull out a cheque, should she use her Swiss International Bank gold card? Or should she also draw a cheque?

Albert Brown darkened his gaze, "She won't. She values her reputation."

Even if Mrs. Brown wanted to pay off Amelia Sanchez, she wouldn't choose such a public setting.

Mrs. Brown's face appeared a bit ugly, clearly suppressing her temper.

"Albert Brown, come here with me!" Even her tone was commanding.

Amelia suddenly felt displeased.

She held onto Albert, tilting her neck, "Auntie, who do you think you are?"

Mrs. Brown: "...Uncultured!"

Amelia, still tilting her chin, spoke softly and gracefully, not sounding angry at all, "Auntie, etiquette is a two-way street. If you want others to respect you, you first need to have it, don't you think?"

People had started to notice their exchange and turned their gaze towards them.

Mrs. Brown's face turned gradually green, she glared at Amelia and lowered her voice to shout.

"Albert Brown!"

"If you have something to say, say it here." Albert seemed unfazed by her fury, standing there nonchalantly, sounding utterly disinterested.

"Today is Oldman Brooks's birthday!" Mrs. Brown reminded Albert, articulating every word.

Albert raised his hand, which was holding a beautiful hand-made bag, "I know. I brought a gift."

Mrs. Brown shot Amelia a fierce glare and turned to leave.

Amelia poked Albert, "Your mom looks angry."

"It's okay, she's used to it!"

Amelia: "..."

If it weren't for their similar appearance, Amelia would've thought they were enemies.

Poor Albert Brown!

Mrs. Brown had barely left when Angela Brooks came over again.

This time, she wasn't alone; two others were following her.

They looked just like Angela, all with V-shaped faces, high noses, and European double eyelids.

"Triplets?" Amelia was puzzled.

Albert burst into laughter, "South Korean technology."

Amelia gave him a thumbs up.

When the three arrived, Angela Brooks stood behind, with her followers in front.

"You're Amelia, right? Our Angela and Albert are childhood sweethearts. Albert has always said he'd marry Angela. If you know what's good for you, you'd better divorce Albert. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

Amelia took a step back and whispered to Albert, "I never thought you used to play house when you were little."

At that age, they'd play the groom and bride.

If Albert could play with Angela as a child, it seemed that his dad was a wealthy man.

What a pity about his mum! Tsk tsk!

"Who are you?!" Albert frowned, a hint of malice in his eyes.

Who is this irritating girl, not just pointing fingers at him but even daring to point fingers at Amelia?

Albert slapped away the girl's hand pointing at Amelia's nose, "Get lost!"

Not only did Angela's followers jump in surprise, even Amelia was shocked.

Albert turned around, looking deeply into Amelia's eyes. "Did I scare you?"

He was a bit regretful; he had always wanted to show his best side to Amelia.

But when that girl pointed at Amelia's nose and scolded her, it reminded him of his mother who would also point his nose and scold him.

Amelia curled the corner of her lips, "Cool!"

She spoke the bare truth without any whitewashing.

Albert Brown was fair complexioned, seen as a pretty boy by more rustic people.

Amelia Sanchez was attracted to his features, but she didn't expect his fierce side to be equally charming.

He was the complete masculine gentleman!

Albert Brown smirked, his resentment suddenly faded.

He pulled Amelia Sanchez up, "Come, let me introduce you to the old man."

Oldman Brooks, already sixty years old, didn't seem aged, he was a sturdy old man.

He patted Albert Brown's shoulder, laughing, "Albert, you've not visited this old man for quite some time."

It was evident Oldman Brooks delighted in Albert Brown, seeming more like family than Mrs. Brown.

"Grandfather Brooks, this is my wife, Amelia Sanchez. Amelia, call him grandfather."

Amelia obediently did as she was asked.

Oldman Brooks was a little surprised, "Oh, Albert is married! Why didn't your mother mention it?"

As soon as he uttered that, he changed the topic, "Amelia, Albert is a good boy. Now that you're both married, live your days well."

Albert Brown held Amelia tightly in his arms, standing tall.

Though Amelia couldn't see his expression, she could hear the solemn tone in his voice, "Rest assured, we will."

This time, they weren't obstructed when navigating their way through the crowd.

But, Amelia had good hearing; she could clearly listen to murmurs from the crowd.

"That's the Brown family's second son! Heard he's hanging out with miscreants, up to no good!"

"His mother says he's been lagging behind his elder brother since childhood."

...

Albert Brown held onto Amelia's hand, gradually tightening his grip.

Suddenly Amelia pulled him around to face the people who were gossiping about them.

"I have to say, Auntie, given how you look, it's admirable that you still have the nerve to stand here! I gather only your tongue hasn't had work done. If I were you, I would've hidden in a hole by now!"

Albert Brown looked at the faltering woman, and chuckled at her embarrassment.

The insulted woman was left speechless and, quite a while later, reacting to Amelia's verbal lashings.

"This cheap..."

She came face-to-face with Albert Brown's dark eyes involuntarily stepping back, nearly collapsing.

This time, as Albert Brown led Amelia outside, he was in high spirits.

Two girls who were initially tailing Angela Brooks stood at a distance. As Albert spotted them, he mimicked a gun with his hand.

"Bang!"

The scared girls trembled and fled with heads lowered.

Amelia laughed, "What should we do? Albert, I want to kiss you!"

Albert turned his head abruptly. His eyes were pitch-black, deep and impenetrable.

Amelia noticed his adam's apple bobbing a few times. He hastily lifted her and raced outside.

"Ah, my dress is wrinkled..."

They couldn't wait to get home, so they booked a room in the nearest five-star hotel.

The moment they stepped in, Albert pushed Amelia against the door.

That night, the lights outside blinked. Amelia and Albert turned the entire room into a battlefield.

Amelia felt like her spirit was leaving her body amidst the intense battle.

The next day, Amelia woke up due to hunger, but Albert had been awake for a long time already.

On seeing her awake, he eyed her as if stars had lit up, "Morning, Mrs. Brown."

Amelia chuckled lightly, "Morning, Mr. Sanchez."