Amelia finished speaking, and Simon narrowed his eyes slightly.
He leaned back lazily on the sofa, his gaze lingering on her, his expression unreadable.
"You agreed to it?"
Amelia didn't want to, but would Richard really give up on pestering her?
"I just said I'm not feeling well recently. Told him I'll deal with it when I'm better."
She looked at Simon as she finished.
"Mr. Johnson, are you going to help me?"
Simon let out a cold laugh.
"How, exactly, does Miss Clarke want me to help?"
Amelia chuckled softly. "Richard seems pretty scared of you. If you say something, he probably won't keep threatening me anymore."
Simon's gaze darkened, his emotions indecipherable.
After a long pause, he finally spoke.
"You do know how to get people to do your bidding
