Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 291

A voice came behind Amy. The young lady, a receptionist, instantly bowed with respect to a man behind Amy. The receptionist greeted, "Hello, Mr. Carr."

Without turning her head, Amy had known that it must be that crazy and disgusting man. She didn't turn around but continue to talk about her own business with the receptionist.

"Settle my account, please. I still have other things to deal with." Amy handed the receptionist her bank card.

"Who dares to take your bank card without my order, hot lady? We meet again. What a coincidence! Your account can be put on my tab, which can be regard as a welcome gift. It must be fate. I am willing to treat you a meal. The food in our Starway Hotel tastes great." Kingsley stood behind Amy and said with happiness. As the saying goes, you could wear out iron shoes in fruitless searching and yet you might find the lost thing without even looking for it by a lucky chance. As for Kingsley, he had been looking for this woman for such a long time. He didn't expect to see her in his own hotel.

"Well then, I decide to go to another hotel." Amy took back her bank card. She was ready to leave.

"Hey, hot lady. Which hotel's equipments and facilities in R City can match our Starway Hotel's?" Kingsley went to hold Amy's hand. Amy shook his hand off.

"Please behave yourself. We don't know each other." Amy turned back and went out. Kingsley went up again and stopped her.

"Well. What a bad temper. Just make payments for yourself. Give me your bank card and I will handle it for you. I'm sure payments are made with your own money." Kingsley couldn't really understand. When other women heard that it was free to have consumption, they would jump into his arms and sweet-talk him. But this woman wasn't like that. She actually wanted to leave, which could be quite interesting!

Indeed, there were no hotels' equipments and facilities superior to Starway Hotel's in R City. Even those charged by the HD Group and the Newell Group weren't rivals of Starway Hotel.

What's more, there was cooperation between the HD Group and the Newell Group. Therefore, neither of them was a great choice. She finally chose Starway Hotel.

"Take it. There are no passwords." Amy gave her bank card to Kingsley.

Kingsley came up to the receptionist and asked her to arrange the best room for Amy. He used Amy's money to make payments according to Amy's mind. This woman seemingly trusted him very much, for she wasn't worried that the rest in her bank card, which had no passwords, might be taken out.

Having done the business, Kingsley returned her bank card and room card. Amy had a look at it and then put it in her bag.

"Well, thanks. I'm off." Amy found things done and decided to go. She had to go back and discussed with people of the planning department to arrange for things.

"Hey. Hey. I helped you. How can you go now? Didn't I say I treated you? Have a meal with me before you go." Kingsley looked at the back of Amy and howled again.

But Amy ignored him completely. She walked away faster and faster as if Kingsley had a plague.

"Do you want to catch that young lady, Mr. Carr?" The man in black asked Kingsley.

"What are you saying? Have you been cultured or not? Catch her? Look at her small and delicate body. Do you still want to catch her? Get out of here. Read more books!" Kingsley kicked that man.

That man scratched his head and felt confused. In the past, it was Kingsley that asked him to catch the one when dealing with the same matter. Why did Kingsley turn his mind now?

But that man in black still executed Kingsley's order. He found a quiet place and let others give him a book. He began to read it.

After Amy finished her business, she went back to his company. She immediately got together with people of the planning department and held a meeting. Amy fixed five men and let them go back immediately to pack things up. There would be a week they couldn't go home starting from tomorrow. After home arrangement, Amy involved in planning with people in the HD Group together.

As all things had been done, Amy felt hungry. Daria, her secretary, hanged around at the doorstep. Then she popped her head around the office door.

"Would you like to have something, Miss Newell? Do you need me to bring you some?" It was already half past twelve. Daria was also too busy to eat.

"No, thanks. Let's go to the restaurant to have a meal. Maybe there still has some food at this time, hasn't there?" Amy rubbed her temples and exercised her waist. She stood up and was ready to go to the restaurant with Daria.

"There still has food now. The restaurant is usually opened until 2:00 p.m. in the afternoon, because many people work overtime and forget to have meals. Isn't it you that set up regulations? Even though the restaurant is opened until 2:30 p.m., employees that delay their meals due to extra work can go there and eat as much as they want to." Daria said to Amy.

Amy really forgot it. How could she remember everything since she made a plenty of decisions every day? But it seemed to her that she made a good decision. When hearing Daria's tone, she thought she really gained the common aspiration of employees.

They went onto the second floor of the restaurant. There weren't many people eating here at this moment. Employees in the Newell Group worked really hard. Some finished their work early in the morning so they ate at 11:00 a.m., who could start to work early in the afternoon.

There were also some people off work at a normal time, which was the time when Amy and Dainia came to eat now. Others hadn't finished their works yet so that they would come here for a meal after a while. Therefore, it wouldn't be overcrowded in the restaurant.

Amy walked along the way. Many people greeted with her. Although she was very young, she had a high prestige in the company.

"What would you like to eat, Miss Newell? I can cook for you now since there are only a few good dishes left." The restaurant manager said to Amy when she came to the restaurant.

"No more food?" Amy looked at dishes, finding they were hot. She knew that still many people hadn't come to eat. She inspected here by the way. Then she saw various dishes cooked in the way of frying, steaming or boiling.

"There are different types of dishes, aren't there?" Amy had thought there really might be no food. And she was a little worried about people who hadn't come to eat.

"Isn't Miss Newell fond of seafood? We've run out of seafood today so I'm going to cook you some more." What the manager was talking about was seafood in the first place. He knew Amy didn't like to eat other dishes.

"Oh. It's ok. I eat anything. You can give me sweet and sour spare ribs, cold meat starters and pickles." Amy looked at the dishes and ordered three of them.

Daria also asked for three dishes. They sat down and had lunch.

"What do you think of the food in the restaurant, Daria? I haven't heard other staffs talking about it. If dishes are bad, we can improve them." Food was the life of people. Amy was also very particular about eating. If the food tasted bad, there would be resentment when staffs worked.

"I haven't heard anything about it. But there's one thing I want to report." Daria thought for a while. She felt it necessary to tell Amy something.