Contract Marriage With Mysterious President

The tray was placed in front of Amy. As Mr. Newell lifted the pleuche fabric with a smile, everyone saw the mysterious prize. They all exclaimed in surprise, because there was nothing precious on the tray but just an ordinary file pocket.

This was the mysterious prize? Many people thought that it wasn't something special. Mr. Newell was so petty. There was probably a cheque for over a hundred thousand at most in the file pocket.

However, such a cheque was nothing in the eyes of those tycoons.

"Ms. Miller, let's welcome Mr. Newell to present our award," the host said in high spirits. Amy was glad that she had won the award and walked towards the host in excitement.

Other guests clapped their hands to curry favor with Mr. Newell, but none of them was interested in the mysterious prize.

Mr. Newell saw their expressions, and he also noticed the joy on Amy's face.

"Ms. Miller, can you guess what this award is?" Mr. Newell held the file pocket in his hand and asked gently.

"It doesn't matter what it is. Anyway, this is the first time that I have won an award. I'm very happy, and this is enough!" Amy was radiant with joy. She didn't even look at the file pocket and just kept smiling.

Mr. Newell was amused by her cuteness.

"It's good that you're not greedy. That’s a rare yet valuable virtue. If I tell you that there is only five hundred in the pocket, will you be angry?" Mr. Newell asked.

As he kept Amy guessing, other guests were all curious to find out what exactly was in the file pocket.

"No. Anything is fine with me! It's an award anyway!" Only now did Amy turn to the file pocket.

happily. His wife

to take the prize out of the file pocket." Mr. Newell took out the thing in the

prize is ... Hold on a minute while I get my breath back. I'm so excited that I can't breathe." The host kept the guests in suspense

was going to wait for a while,

hullabaloo in

truly a big prize. It meant that

meant, she could tell from others' expressions that it

Then you'll have ten percent stocks in

people looked at Amy with envy. 'What a lucky woman! Mr. Newell is so generous. He should use the shares as

didn't take the

since it is the stock of your company, I can't take it.

froze in the air. In the past few decades, he had

mysterious prize, so

me five hundred? I really can't take the prize. I don’t think I deserve such a big award," Amy suggested. She also thought she couldn't leave with nothing as it was really rare for her

heartily, thinking that Amy was really a

mind, you can come to me to get the prize!" Mr. Newell didn't insist and asked his secretary

got off the stage happily with

she was silly, while some thought she was

she'll definitely come to Mr. Newell for the prize

he didn't say anything for