"Assistant, accompany me to meet the AmSawyer Creation's person in charge."
Landon issued the order coolly.
Since entering the business world, while profit mattered most, he'd never openly offended anyone, let alone someone willing to destroy him at all costs. He couldn't fathom who it might be.
Sawyer seemed not to recognize him during their last encounter. With no former grudge, What is his motive in doing this?
"Understood, Mr. Rhodes. Also, an anonymous sum has been deposited into the company account."
"Anonymous funds?" Landon pondered, odd occurrences indeed.
"Use it for now, note it down. Once we weather this storm, return it."
Landon filed this debt in his mind, resolving to thank them in person once the immediate crisis was resolved.
At the AmSawyer Creations's office building, Amber sat in her spacious office, lashes lowered, staring at something with a tremble.
She gently caressed blurry photographs, few pictures taken during her three years of wandering with Sunny, most obtained from hospital surveillance by Sawyer.
In leisure, she'd flip through these, wondering how Sunny would look alike if he is alive now.
Suddenly, knocks sounded at the office door.
"Miss Nolan, someone requests an audience."
Amber straightened the photos, "Did he said my name?" She has just returned from abroad and doesn't know many people here, so news about her shouldn't have spread widely. Who would specifically ask to see her by name?
Contemplating, she rose to greet the visitor.
Unsurprisingly, it was Landon. Amber faltered at the sight.
She avoided him, feared meeting him, unsure of her reaction should she meet him directly.
Memories of Sunny reminded her: this man was responsible for her child's death. He is unforgivable!
To Landon's surprise, he saw her first and called out, disregarding decorum, "Amber—"
Amber quivered, nearly stumbled.
Quickly regaining composure, she regarded Landon coolly, "Sir, I'm AmSawyer Creations's Amber. How may I help you?"
"Amber...it's really you!"
"Amber, I know I hurt you deeply before. I'm really kicking myself for that. I wish I could made it up to you. Would you give me another chance?"
Landon's heart leapt at sight of Amber, his blood rushing towards her, every cell celebrating.
He hadn't been mistaken! She was the one that day!
She just didn't wish to see him—he understood, after his past mistakes, she'd rather he was dead.
Yes, he should've realized sooner. Besides Amber, who held such resentment?
Amber hadn't died three years ago! Given Sawyer's capabilities, staging her fall was a piece of cake!
Amber regarded him like a stranger, stepping back, "You've mistaken me for someone else. If you haven't scheduled an appointment, please leave, or security will intervene!"
"No! You're Amber! You are back for revenge, aren't you?"
If so, he'd willingly go bankrupt, let her seek vengeance.
He would do anything for her comfort!
"Amber, don't pretend that you don't know me..."
Amber stepped back further, eyes locked on Landon. Witnessing his distress, she felt a pang of pity.
No, this man ruined her, killed Sunny, how could she pity him?
Shrugging off the sudden thought, Amber coldly ordered security to remove him.
Just then, Sawyer returned from handling the reporters, "Amber! I'm back."
Sawyer ignored Landon, walking straight to Amber's side, the duo leaving together.
