My mystery lover

Chapter 299 A Test on Finnley's Talents

Hadrian and Kingsley were fighting hard. Richard watched them from afar, having no intent to help.

Andy couldn't watch it anymore, so he stepped up and pulled them apart together with Kevin and

Bellamy.

"What are you guys doing here? How can you do this to our guest?" City governors scolded Hadrian.

Both of them looked like from a horror movie.

"It's her! She splashed her drink on my suit!" Hadrian swiped the blood off his mouth corner and

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"You deserved it. A man who has no aim in life and only fool around all day long… even if she doesn't

do you, I will." Kingsley saw no regret in Hadrian, so he wanted to let Finnley continue with his job of

beating him. After all, his fighting techniques were just a little inferior than Finnley's.

Hadrian understood he couldn't take any advantage from this situation, so he began making a scene

here.

"You people are all fooled by this whore! You know nothing about her past, and now you're all against

me! Her own father-in-law died because of her, and then she pretended to have lost her memory…

She's a bad person, thinking she's pretty and can manipulate anybody however she wants. She first

married Richard Carter, and now… God knows what happened but she's hooked up with Mr. Newell.

So now, you tell me, isn't she a whore or what?" Hadrian lashed out as if he was making a speech in

the ballroom.

"You son of a bitch!" Finnley couldn't hold back his anger any more. This man must be completely out

of his mind! He raised his fists and threw them towards Hadrian.

"OK, OK. Just think of him as a dog OK? When a dog bites you, you can't bite back, right? Let's go."

Amy was over the peak of her anger and calmed down now.

"Miss Newell, why should we let him go? People like him should be punished hard until he bends

down" Finnley wasn't a man who liked to reason to begin with. Now that his own boss was insulted,

how could he let it fly under his nose?

"I'll just say one thing. You can take Hadrian Field's words however you want. Whatever I do, nobody

gets to judge. What happened tonight ends here, now. " Amy was trying to drag Finnley away.

"Are you scared now? Amy Newell, you lost everything when your father's company went bankrupt

years ago. And now you're back on your feet, huh? What did you exchange for that? I'm sure we all

know the answer." A few friends of Hadrian's were also booing behind.

Amy didn't care to explain more. She kept on walking.

"Miss Newell, I don't get it. Why are you afraid of him? Whether you've done things he said, we should

teach him a lesson and beat him up. No need to reason with people like this." Finnley looked at Amy in

confusion.

He only seemed tall enough at 5'8'' when he stood next to Amy.

"I don't want to make it bigger. I'm not afraid of him, but you don't have to explain everything. You know

who you are, and that's enough." This was Amy's principle: be honest to yourself.

Hearing this, Finnley sunk into silence. What Amy told him were things he used to disagree on all

levels, but hearing them from a woman like Amy, he seemed to have changed his mind. He was the

kind of person who saw only black and white and nothing in between. If anyone had the balls to come

straight at him, he would respond with fists.

"Let's go, Finnley. Thank you for today. Your plate of soup has made him quite the clown already." Amy

expressed her gratitude to Finnley.

"Don't mention that. I'm your assistant and I should've done better. I'm sorry for what happened today."

The cynicism inside Finnley slowly receded.

Finnley escorted Amy back to her home, and went on driving to his, which was only half an hour's drive

from Amy's. This was the last place he wanted to be, because he felt so lonely in there.

The house was getting near. He pulled over at the lawn, went out and sat down. He then took a

cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up. The smoke, rising slowly in the air and blending into the

moonlight, blurred his face every now and then.

What he said about no need to work for money wasn't a boast. He truly had no shortage for money.

What he lacked was a stage to exhibit what he got. The fact that he had to idle the days away agonized

him.

Fortunately a friend of his recommended him to the Newell Group. And since he started working for

Amy, he felt like life was fuller, at least during daytime. In the evening his exhaustion made sure he

could have an uninterrupted sleep through the night.

After one cigarette, Finnley stood up and drove back home.

"Miss Newell, the hotel you arranged for us is amazing! It has everything and everything is the best! It

helps us so much at work. You know, the internet is really fast and powerful there!" Amy barely made it

into the entrance of Dragon Hotel before her employees surged forward chattering nonstop.

"Who's this?" Someone noticed the lady-like man behind Amy. If this was a man, he was a gorgeous-

looking one; if this was a woman, her eyes were as cold as ice. Perhaps this was why he was such a

head-turner.

"This is my new assistant, Finnley. He's a badass. No matter what he does. Oh, Finnley, come and

have a look at our design. What do you say?" Amy already went over the design, but she wanted to

test Finnley.

Finnley was surprised at Amy's trust. Although he's her assistant, but a rather fresh one. He wouldn't

expect Amy to let him get in touch anything confidential.

"I can read this?" Finnley wasn't completely sure.

"Of course! You're working for the Newell Group and what's more, you're my assistant. So why can't

you read it?" Amy said to Finnley, eyes full of trust.

"OK, then I'll read it." Finnley took over the design. The rest of the people looked at Amy in worries: this

guy was only with Newell for a few days and could already be shown the most secretive files?

Finnley browsed through quickly within a little over 10 minutes.

"The design is nice. Only a few details need to be altered." Finnley spoke honestly in return for Amy's

trust.

"Good. Then tonight you'll stay and work on this. Change the details and hand it in to me by tomorrow."

Seeing that Finnley had pointed out the same problems as she did, Amy would very much like to see

what Finnley would propose.