Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 122 He Wanted to Laugh Again

Chapter 122 He Wanted to Laugh Again

Amelia tightly bit her lip, trying her best to turn her body away. Her hair hung down, covering her face.

"No need," she said softly. "Consider me unlucky today running into these two banes."

"What did you say?" Mia raised her voice, and Amelia immediately shrunk her neck. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

She walked toward the exit, pressed against the wall, and spat fiercely.

"Stella, just you wait! Guard this lousy shop for as long as you can. Soon or later, I will smash

everything here."

Mia was about to step forward, but Stella grabbed her hand.

"Forget it!" Jericho lifted the tilted chair back up and sat down calmly. He casually adjusted his cufflinks,

looking at the two women with a smile that wasn't really a smile. "Bitten by a dog, and you want to bite

back?"

"Why do you care?" Mia vented her anger at him.

Her shout shook Jericho's heart.

In a trance, he returned to those youthful years, the season when grass grew and birds flew.

That willful girl beside him used to yell at him like this, but he loved it. No matter how unreasonable she

was, he always smiled at her.

Since being imprisoned, he hadn't smiled like that again.

But tonight, as he looked at her, seeing her face flushed with anger and her faithfulness to her friend,

he suddenly wanted to laugh again.

"Young lady," Jericho lightly curled his lips, "this is not good behavior. The most important virtue for a

woman is gentleness and grace. If you act crazy like this, who would want to marry you?"

"Learn from how your friend treats her husband!"

Mia's expression changed. She turned to face him, her ice-cold eyes meeting his gaze.

"Mister," she said in the same tone, enunciating each word clearly, "the most important virtue for a man

is integrity. If they go back on their word like certain people did here today, who would want to be with

them?"

"Learn from how your prison mate treats his wife!"

Jericho's eyes went dim.

"Mia, are you teaching me how to live my life?"

"Oh! Finally remembered my name!" Mia sneered coldly.

Jericho's expression gradually became serious, and the room seemed to enter a vacuum, quiet enough

to make one's heart race.

"Uh... Why don't you two sit down for a while?" Stella's voice was small. "Let me make coffee for you."

"No need!" The two of them replied simultaneously, perfectly in sync.

Stella felt helpless and could only awkwardly nod.

Mia asked Stella to lock up the store and offered to accompany her home so they could discuss how to

solve their current problems.

Jericho knew that she was giving him an eviction notice. He stood up self-consciously, left in big

strides, and quickly disappeared into the dusk.

The scenery outside the car window rapidly retreated, casting a golden-red hue over the land.

Jericho held his chin with one hand, his brow furrowed. Countless thoughts filled his mind.

"Jericho, what's wrong?" his subordinate asked, concerned.

"Nothing." Jericho paused. "That woman in the store just now..."

"You mean Ms. Amelia?"

"Do you know her?"

His subordinate smiled. "Jericho, she's a frequent visitor to the Serenade, isn't she?"

Jericho stiffened.

Serenade Bar was a gray area business, but it was also the most popular nightclub under his control.

Many rich kids from Eldoria frequented the place, treating it as an outlet for their emotions.

It turned out that Amelia was one of them.

A spoiled daughter who always sought to outdo others, getting drunk whenever she was unhappy.

"Jericho," his subordinate smirked, "I heard Ms. Amelia knows how to have fun."

"Is that so?" Jericho also smiled. "How does she have fun?"

"I don't know the details. You should ask those handsome waiters in the nightclub. Ha-ha!"

Jericho's eyes darkened. Although he was smiling, his face was filled with coldness.

...

A few days later, Amelia was thrown into a small dark room at Serenade.

At first, she was arrogant, relying on her drunkenness to make a scene.

"Who are you? How dare you tie me up! I'm a VIP here, are you all blind?"

"Of course, I know you're our VIP." A cold voice suddenly rang out.

The room gradually brightened, and a man sitting in the middle emitted a chilling aura. His gaze was

sharp, and a scar between his eyebrows was particularly prominent.

Amelia's heart skipped a beat, and she took in a sharp breath.

"Ms. Amelia," Jericho said with a cold smile, "there are even higher-level VIPs than you, and they never

dare to shout at me like this."

Amelia knew that Jericho was ruthless. That day at Stella's coffee shop, she already recognized him.

But she didn't know the relationship between Jericho and Stella.

"Why... Why did you lock me up here?" Amelia's voice trembled. "I'm a customer here, and I always

give generous tips. Why did you keep me here without reason?"

Jericho clapped his hands, and several surveillance videos flashed on the projection in front of Amelia.

They all showed her indulging in alcohol at the club.

Amelia, who was always a proper lady in front of others, wore a camisole dress and acted recklessly at

nightclubs, drinking expensive wine as if it were soda.

Amelia felt chills run up her spine, and she was mostly sober now as she sat on the ground, looking at

him.

"What... What do you want?"

"Heh!" Jericho pressed the pause button when an obscene scene was displayed.

"Ms. Amelia, I just want to know one thing. If your father were to see his beloved daughter drinking and

taking drugs here, would he still have high hopes for her?"

"No!" Amelia was trembling in fear.

"I'll do anything. Just don't tell my dad! He'll kill me... I'll die miserably!"

"Anything?"

Amelia nodded frantically.

"To be honest, I don't have any other requests. I just hope you won't cause trouble for my friend's

coffee shop again."

Amelia was stunned for a moment and tried to gather her thoughts from her chaotic mind. "Stella... is

your friend?"

Jericho looked at her coldly. "Just do what I ask."

He felt like punching her when he recalled how she fought with Mia the other day.

Jericho put his hands behind his back and clenched his fists tightly.

"Also, there are many negative comments online about the coffee shop, which has caused a bad

influence."

"It wasn't me..."

"I don't care if it was you or not." Jericho sneered. "You need to remove those bad reviews."

"Do you need me to teach you how to do that?"

Amelia shook her head vigorously, hoping to leave as soon as possible.

For those few days, Amelia locked herself in her room. She had instructed the trolls to give negative

reviews, and now she paid them the same amount to give five-star reviews.

The reputation of Purple Iris gradually improved, but Jericho still sent the video screenshots to her

phone.

Amelia's heart almost jumped out of her chest.

"Jericho... What else do you want from me?"