Love Letters From My EX

Her tone was provocative, despite the fact that she said it in a soft voice.

Amber, on the other hand, raised her eyebrow and smiled, “You say it first, it’s yours.”

Makenna was taken aback by this unexpected turn of story.

“I guess that she doesn’t want to offend you,” her friend whispered. “She’s at risk of going bankrupt now that she’s divorced from Jared. She has no backer.”

Amber just seemed to have lost everything apart from owning a company that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

She felt relieved after hearing her friend’s comments, so she picked up the watch and handed it to the shop assistant along with her credit card. “I’ll take this.”

“Are you our VVIP member?” The lady inquired instead of taking it.

“No. Do you not take card payments?” Makenna said, dissatisfied.

“We do,” she explained, “But not for this series. Only customers who have spent over twelve million dollars and have been a VVIP member for two years are allowed to purchase products of this unique series.”

Makenna became uneasy and silent as a result of this.

“You’re such a douchebag for a salesperson! I want to talk to your manager!” Said Makenna’s friend aggressively. “What a joke! We have the money and we can’t buy a stupid watch?”

“This series does have rules, and even the manager can’t make an exception,” the lady explained further.

“Do you mean she can purchase but we can’t?”

“Yes, Ms. Reed has been a VVIP member for two years and has accumulated enough credits to be eligible to purchase this series,” she added.

Makenna had to work hard to keep a grin on her face when she heard it.

Amber, on the other hand, had had her fill with watching and turned to the assistant, “Since Ms. Gardner can’t buy it, I’ll take it.”

The lady took her credit card and returned with the watch wrapped neatly afterward.

“Sometimes there are things you can’t h even if I give it up,” Amber said softly as she walked past Makenna.

Amber’s comments slammed Makenna right in the face.

While she remembered what Logan said last night, her eyes clouded as she stared at Amber’s back.

Why was Amber constantly there, snatching everything from her?

…

The show just now put Amber in a fantastic mood.

In the elevator to the parking lot, she ran into someone.

“Ms. Reed,” the lady greeted.

“Stella Chan?” Amber immediately recognized the towering figure.

Cole had a classmate named Stella Chan. She went to work for Cole’s company, but Cole sent her to Goldstone since Amber needed talents.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Though Amber was busy, she paid attention to Stella, who worked in the financial department and she knew Stella did well.

Stella grinned, “I’m glad that the Ms. Reed notices me out of all the staff. Since I’m off today, I came to purchase some dessert from the famous bakery, how about you? Shopping for clothes?” She asked, raising the box of dessert in her palm.

“It’s Cole’s birthday today, and I’m here to get him a present,” Amber explained, holding the bag in her hand. “Do you have any plan for tonight?”

“I’m going to continue my binge-watching marathon on Netflix,” she said with a smile.

“Please join us,” Amber invited her. “The more the merrier. You and Cole were classmates and know each other well.”

“It’s a pleasure! I’m going to get Cole a lighter as a present, I can’t go empty-handed, can I?” Stella agreed almost instantaneously and pressed the second floor.

Stella was slim but shapely, and had an angelic-looking face; she was a lively and cheerful person, very sociable and talkative. it was difficult for her to stop talking once she started.

Amber noticed that she was the first one she found who was chattier than Cole.

“My grandma insisted on celebrating my birthday at home,” Cole called when Amber and Stella arrived at Blue Moon. “I’ll meet you up at around ten later,” he added.

“Sure, after dinner, we’ll wait for you in the private room.” After the call ended, Amber and Stella went to the restaurant.

“Ms. Reed, this restaurant only serves the rich, is that true?” Stella spoke once they were seated, looking around.

“I made the reservation in Cole’s name,” Amber said.

“Why didn’t you make a reservation under Mr. Farrell’s name? It’s easier for you since he’s your spouse.”

“How did you know that he’s my husband?” Amber inquired calmly.

“It’s not a secret; you’re not concealing it,” Stella shrugged, “But why isn’t he leping Goldstone out? You are his wife.”

Jared didn’t even look at her properly for once during their marriage, let alone support her.

“He’s preoccupied with his work. And we divorced a few weeks ago, I’m no longer his wife,” Amber stated slowly as she looked down at the teacup in her hand.

Stella let out a small gasp, dumbstruck.

Having noticed Amber’s expression, she raised her teacup to clink at Amber’s. “Welcome back to the bachelorette club. Being single is the best, more freedom, more opportunity!” She said as she lifted her cup to Amber.

“Cole, on the other hand, is a good option if you want to remarry. You’ve known each other since childhood, and he adores you; you’re a perfect fit,” she added.

Amber smiled, and the mood altered with her brisk tone.

While waiting for Cole to join them after dinner, Amber and Stella planned to head to Karaoke. As they went out of the restaurant, they stumbled into a few girls.

Amber was speechless as she moved aside, allowing them to pass, and noticed the group included Makenna, her friend she had met earlier at the watch shop, and a few more.

Makenna was irritated since she had run across Amber twice today.

“Hello, Ms. Reed,” Makenna greeted. “Isn’t Goldstone experiencing financial problems?” Makenna pushed herself to say. “Do you know that dining here needs sufficient funds?”

“Of course, I’m aware; I borrowed a card from my boyfriend. Do you mind?” Amber smiled as she responded.

Makenna bit her lower lip and an idea flashed across her mind, “We’re going to play poker, why don’t you join us for a few rounds?”

“This is Amber, managing director of Goldstone Co,” she said as she introduced Amber to her friends.

Makenna appeared to be very courteous to the lady standing next to her as if she was polishing the apple. Her demeanor drew Amber’s attention; she noticed that the woman dressed in black was stunning and had a strong presence; she stood out readily amid the crowd.

“Who is this, and why is she treating you so badly?” As she neared Amber, Stella asked quietly.

Amber said, “My ex-husband’s lifelong love.”