Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 712

The couple came slowly in as if they had been strolling around in a garden.

But that didn't matter, what mattered was how the intimate they were being to each other.

The Amber camp watched the couple with the fire of hope surging into their heart.

People on Bernardo's side, however, were feeling all the more agitated.

Everybody could see that Jared was being so tender with Amber that he must love her very much.

Even if the conference eventually failed and dragged him into trouble, he would not give her up.

Things could turn pretty ugly if so.

He was so strong and capable a man to be troubled by the mishaps. He would somehow settle them all and reclaimed his power over the Farrell Group.

By then he would have been already available to help Amber out.

And Amber Reed, with his help, could soon take everything back and give her revenge on the people who had been undermining her...

With that on mind, the Bernardo gang all looked at Bernardo with a grimmer face and helpless look.

He tightened his clenched fist and gave no response.

What kind of response could he possibly give?

Who on earth would have expected Jared Farrell to be here?

Jared's presence had rendered his scheme out of control, leaving him completely confounded.

Bernardo had no choice but to play it by ear.

Rubbing his antsy face with hands, he was sitting on pins and needles.

Meanwhile, Jared was stepping onto the platform. As he stopped, he turned around to remind woman behind him, "Be careful of the gap."

Amber laughed, "I can see it. I'm not going to get tripped. I walked here all the time."

During the speech, she walked on the step with Jared's assistance.

Jared then led her onward, "Just in case."

"You worry too much." Amber shook her head, laughing.

The interaction was captured by everyone in the meeting room, leaving some of them all the more relieved, the others worried.

Braylee Reed was an exception for she was jealous.

Her face was distorted in wild envy with her green eyes riveted on the oncoming couple ahead.

She could not understand what the man with such wealth and power was seeing in such a woman as Amber Reed, an illegitimate daughter who didn't even know who her dad was.

"What is the charm of her?" thought Braylee.

Amber had no idea of the ongoing envy.

She proceeded to her seat and bade Sheila, "Get a chair for Mr. Farrell. He will be attending the conference."

"Yes, Miss Reed." Sheila nodded smilingly and obliged as told.

The rest of the attendees got mixed feelings as they heard that Mr. Farrell would be attending, but none of them dared to say a thing.

He was Jared Farrell after all, not the one to cope with.

Besides, more than fifty percent of the company's business cooperation was with the Farrell Group. He was their investor in this sense.

Who would antagonize an investor?

Jared and Amber sat down on the chairman seats next to each other.

Amber was overshadowed by his charisma.

It seemed as if he rather than Amber was the president of Goldstone.

Amber did not stop him from dropping his dominant look.

Because she knew that he was the kind of guys who would deliberately overshadow her whatever the occasion was.

He only did so to deter the rest of the people.

Especially the Bernardo camp.

Amber noticed the sinister look on their face while entering the room, so did Jared.

So he put on the august look to intimidate them.

Otherwise, she could be overwhelmed.

"Since everyone is here, without further ado, let's get started. Sheila, let the press people in and kick off the live filming, "bade Amber to Sheila after glancing at the present and her watch.

Sheila nodded and said something to the walkie-talkie strapped on her waist.

Dozens of reporters then came crowding into meeting room after rushing out of the adjoining guest room.

They were first surprised to see Jared sitting next to Amber, then they set up their microphones and started to fire questions.

"Mr. Farrell, are you here for Miss Reed?"

"Mr. Farrell, do you think Miss Reed can prove that she hasn't done those things to her sister?"

"If Miss Reed can't prove her righteousness, then what her sister said was probably true. Will you break up with her?"

Jared Farrell didn't mean to take them seriously, but he still frowned at hearing the remarks about breaking up with Amber.

What kind of man would he be if he had pretended not to have heard the phrase "break up"?

Jared took the mike before Amber.

Amber snatched at his arm and said, "What are going to do?"

"It's gonna be all right." Jared patted the back of her hand and smiled at her, "I will only answer one question."

Everyone in the meeting room heard him through the microphone.

The reporters' face lighted up and even the live audience was excited and wondered about his answer.

"Mr. Farrell..."

One reporter wanted to find out.

But Jared ignored him by focusing on the female journalist nearby, "You just asked me whether I will break up with Amber, right?"

The journalist, who did not expect that it was her question that he was to answer, hastened to nod her head and exclaimed, "Ye…yes, Mr. Farrell."

"No is the answer," said Jared resolutely.

On hearing the remark, Amber, who was sipping her tea, lifted the corners of her lips and slid the hand that have been placed on the table down to reach Jared's thigh.

Feeling something on his thigh, Jared looked down and found her hand.

Her hand was not only resting on his thigh, but gave it a slight pinch.

It wasn't hurtful, but electrifying.

The light of him eyes turned dim a little, and his voice stared to coarsen, "You..."

Amber leaned slightly towards him and said, "That's a reward."

Raising his eyebrow, Jared smiled and said, "I like that. I'd like it more if the reward were you."

Amber blushed and roll her eyes at him, "Get off."

She then sat upright, ignored him and pull back her hand.

Jared seized her hand the moment it was taken off his thigh.

Amber turned her head toward him.

He pressed her hand against his thigh and said, "Just let it be. It's my reward, so it should be at my disposal."

The remark turned Amber speechless, but she did not take away her hand this time and let it stay.

The journalists, who did not see what was happening under the table, thrust their microphones upon them and asked, "Mr. Farrell, could you please explain why you won't break up with her?"

"Because I love her. Isn't it enough?" Jared glanced at the questioner with an icy look in his eyes.