Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 349

The resort project of the Newell Group was going in a very good direction. After Dalton came back, he sent another team for the supervision and got Finnley back from the site.

"Finn, you're chosen by Amy. So wherever she is now, you'll be with her. I trust you. Take good care of her, please." Dalton said to Finnley.

"Sure, Mr. Newell. I will make sure Ms. Newell is safe." Finnley was very fond of Amy, so it would be a pleasure for him to be with her.

When Finnley appeared at the doorstep of Richard's house, Amy was pleasantly surprised. "Finn, how come you're here?"

"Mr. Newell sent me here, Ms. Newell. He said you picked me, so I should be staying with you." He had a big suitcase behind him. Seemed like he was going to settle down in this house.

"But I…" Amy of course knew his father sent Finnley here to protect her, but she didn't think there was a need for that. She should be quite safe here.

"Finn! Finn! Oh great! Are you going to stay here?" Hilary rushed down from her room and squeezed herself between Amy and Finnley.

"Yes, I'm here to take care of Ms. Newell." Finnley already felt impatient about this woman.

"Finn, stop calling me Ms. Newell. Just call me Amy." Amy said to Finnley.

"Hey! We're in the middle of a conversation here. Go inside and get Finn a cup of tea!" Hilary ordered Amy.

"That won't be necessary. So, Amy, where shall I stay? I'll drop down my luggage and get you some tea." Finnley glared at Hilary.

Even so, Hilary was still falling for that look he gave her.

"Finn, the way you looked at me is so charming. It's so good that you're staying here with me. That's truly great!" Hilary picked up Finnley's hands, but he shook her off and then followed Amy into the house.

Amy arranged for Finnley to live in the room upstairs, across her own. Now Hilary was pissed. She of course wanted to have him next to herself.

"Amy Newell, there's an empty room next to mine, why don't you let him stay there?" Hilary screamed at Amy.

"Well, because this is my house, and Finn is my man. I let him stay wherever I want him to stay, and it's none of your business." Amy was finally not diplomatic anymore.

Hilary didn't see this coming and suddenly didn't know how to react. She rushed inside her room in rage, but before that, she even managed to throw Finnley a warm smile at the door.

"Finn, you can stay here now. I know what my father wants, and I know you're busy, so you don't have to stay here every day. If you need to go out any time, you're free to go. I'm sorry if this brings you troubles." Amy felt sorry for an outstanding guy like Finnley having to be her bodyguard.

"It doesn't bring me troubles. It's my pleasure to do this, and Mr. Newell didn't force me." Finnley smiled. His face was always gentle, but only to Amy.

Amy tapped on Finnley's shoulders, which weren't broad but would lull one into a sense of security.

"Amy, there's something I noticed with the cooking lady here. It seems like she likes to eavesdrop on us, and she also filmed us with her camera." Finnley whispered to Amy's ear.

Amy nodded without saying a word. Whatever she said might be heard, so she needed a spy in this house for her right now.

Since Finnley lived in the house, jealous Richard was unexpectedly nice to him and didn't seem to see him as a threat. On the contrary, he was treating him fairly well.

While Hilary would dress herself like she's going to a party every day and let herself appear in front of Finnley "unintentionally".

"Finn, try this ice-cream. It's my favorite. I eat this no matter when." Hilary recommended her favorite ice-cream to Finnley.

"No, thanks." Finnley replied coldly.

"Oh, then what do you like to eat? I'll make you. If I don't know how, I will buy you." Hilary was just like a chewing gum sticking onto Finnley.

Finnley had enough of her. He didn't understand why this woman would flirt with him every day. Couldn't she see that he didn't like her at all?

"Finn, why don't you talk to me? Please tell me how you trained for fighting. Look at your chest…" Hilary reached out her hands trying to touch Finnley's chest, but was caught in the middle of the air by Finnley. He was so hard that Hilary started screaming.

Finnley shook her hand off effortlessly, while for Hilary, it was hard enough to make her fall on the floor.

Finnley thought to himself, this way she must be pissed at him and would leave him alone. But he obviously underestimated Hilary's persistence.

"Wow, Finn! You're good! You're absolutely my dream man. Look, I'm pretty and have a good family. How about you marry me, so you can put me on the floor however you want. Sounds good?" Hilary got up from the ground and leaned over to Finnley.

"Is my sister home?" Dexter Butler walked into the living room to see Finnley entangled by Hilary. He looked around and didn't see signs of Amy. Didn't she tell me she'd be waiting here?

"Yes. She's upstairs. She told me to tell her when you're here." Finnley pushed Hilary away at the sight of Dexter and went upstairs.

"You did choose the right time!" Hilary glared at Dexter. She was over the moon to spend time with Finnley alone and was about to force him to marry her. Now her plan was spoiled thanks to Dexter.

"What?" Dexter watched Finnley go away and heard something from Hilary, but he couldn't make out exactly.

"Dexter, you're here in time! Come up here, Finn's also here." Amy stood at the staircase and waved at Dexter.

Seeing everyone go up, Hilary curled her lips, sat down on the sofa and began eating fruit in front of her. Her aim was to get Amy Newell annoyed. Only when everyone was pissed would she feel that she's achieved her goal.