Chapter 3 His Assistant
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The next day, the butler escorted Amelia to the breakfast gathering.
From a distance, she saw the Kingsleys quietly dining around the table.
As her nerves got the better of her, she quickened her pace, only to accidentally collide with a maid.
Fruit scattered everywhere from the maid's grasp. Amelia stepped back and asked, "Are you all right?"
"Are you blind or something?" Instead of picking up the mess, the maid accused her of carelessness.
"That's very rude of you. Maybe I should fire you for that!"
Before Amelia could explain, a gentle voice came from behind her.
Looking aside, she caught sight of a man descending the stairs. He was rather tall, his demeanor elegant and dignified. It was Mars Kingsley, Clay's older brother.
The maid quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Kingsley. I'll clean this up right away."
"Are you okay?" Mars inquired, directing his gentle gaze towards Amelia.
Amelia saw that he had blond hair similar to Clay's, but darker, more of a flaxen color. Mars' face had softer lines, not as sharp as Clay's. When he smiled, the ends of his eyes drooped slightly and became like crescents.
Just as Amelia was about to express her gratitude, Clay's icy taunt cut through. "You are so clumsy and embarrassing. What are you waiting for? Come here!"
Biting back her anger, Amelia took her seat beside Clay, while Mars offered a smile and sat opposite.
"Jenny, you're now Clay's wife. You should be his support!"
The Kingsley family's patriarch, Todd Kingsley, chimed in unexpectedly through breakfast. Amelia was startled, but then she suddenly remembered her assumed identity. It was natural for the Kingsleys to mistake her for Jenny.
Todd then suggested that she should assist Clay at his company.
"That's an excellent idea," Mars commented with a smile.
"What? But..." Amelia hesitated and glanced at Clay, who was dabbing at his mouth, unsure of the troubles that might come with being his assistant.
Hearing Todd's suggestion, a sneer curled up on Clay’s lips.
It’s clear to Clay that this old fogey wanted to place Amelia next to him to monitor his actions.
How could he not see through Todd's childish tactics?
"Sure," Clay consented after putting down the tissue.
Very well, he would like to see how long his "wife" could last by his side!
Amelia's eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you say?"
Clay said unhurriedly, "She can be my assistant, but our relationship stays under wraps. My reputation is paramount; I can't risk anyone thinking about me related to a wife who knows nothing but climbing the social ladder."
Feeling humiliated, Amelia stood to refuse, but Clay pressed her shoulders with force. "You wouldn't want to bring shame to both our families, would you? I'm sure you will stay around and be a decent wife. Am I right?"
His pointed words chilled Amelia to the core; she had no ground to refuse.
"Of course." Amelia nodded weakly.
"Then you'll start today," Clay instructed, signaling to his assistant, Marn, who hurried over to wheel him away.
But Amelia hadn't finished her breakfast yet. Regardless of her situation, Clay looked back, impatient. "What are you waiting for, an invitation?"
Putting down her knife and fork, she hastily followed, catching up in the courtyard just as Marn was helping Clay into the car.
Seeing him sitting in the back seat with a sullen look, Amelia intended to sit in the passenger seat, only to find the front door locked.
Soon, the rear window lowered, and Clay's mocking voice came. "Ms. Impostor, I hope you're good at sports."
"What do you mean?" A sense of dread filled Amelia.
Gazing ahead, Clay tapped his watch. "Be at the office by 9, or you'll be kicked out for good!"
The next second, Clay's car sped off, leaving Amelia bewildered.
Stranded, she had barely half an hour to make it to the office, yet there was not even a car in sight.
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