Chapter 87 Meet Conrad
Amelie sat down for about ten minutes and saw a discreet but luxurious black car pull up below the coffee shop.
Amelie leaned against the window and observed the man who was surrounded by three bodyguards.
Although his face was wrinkled, and his hair was half gray, it did not affect his born outstanding temperament.
The tailored striped khaki suit he wore revealed his meticulousness and rigor. He carried in his hand a wooden walking stick, on which a carved tiger’s head held in its mouth an emerald the size of a dove’s egg, a symbol often used by the upper classes to
show power.
When the man got out of the car, he intentionally looked up in the direction of Amelie’s
room.
Yet because of the thin curtain, it seemed that he didn’t see Amelie.
Soon, footsteps sounded at the door of the room.
The next moment, a knocking sound came from the door.
Amelie did not dare to waste a second. She quickly walked to the door and lifted the
curtain.
“Ms. Mullen, glad to meet you.”
Now that Conrad was standing in front of Amelie, she felt that she was facing a different
man from earlier. The current Conrad exuded a kind of pressure.
“You’re flattering me. Mr. Hampson, in all your years in business, I’ve never got to see you. Meeting you today is my honor,” Amelie’s holiday words were decent, and a smile appeared on Conrad’s originally tense face.
After welcoming Conrad into the room, Amelie noticed that Luciana was following closely behind him.
Luciana was nothing like the woman in the company at usual times, who was always slovenly and became friends with anyone in an instant. Right now, Luciana tied all her usually messy hair to the back of her head. The men’s suit she wore was not at all
obtrusive. Instead, it gave her an air of nobility.
“Ms. Mullen.”
Luciana bowed slightly to Amelie, and then she winked at Amelie at an angle that
Conrad couldn’t see.
Amelie smiled and sat down across from Conrad.
After exchanging some small talk, Conrad got to the point naturally, “Back then, your grandfather was a gentleman indeed. Otherwise, the Mullen family would have been the head of all the families these years.”
“Not necessarily. Each family has its strong suit. The Hampson family is proficient in laws and politics, and our family focuses on showbiz.” Amelie raised her hand and poured a cup of coffee for Conrad. “I heard from Luciana that you love coffee. Taste the
coffee and see if you like it.”
The coffee–colored liquid rippled in the white cup and then calmed down.
Conrad raised the cup and shook it in the direction of the light. After a long time, he placed it next to his mouth.
He closed his eyes and savored it for a while.
“Not bad. It tastes great. But…”
He placed the cup firmly on the table and looked at Amelie, who was opposite him. “Coffee tastes better in a fine cup, doesn’t it?”
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