Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 782 I Have the Proof

Jared didn't answer, clearly indicating that she had guessed correctly.

Amber was curious and a little warm inside.

She knew that he just wanted to have lunch with her instead of having it by himself first.

Sighing, Amber's eyes softened, "Why are you doing this? You know I'm sleeping while you still wait for me. Do you know how long I'll be sleeping? If I stay asleep until the end of the day, you shouldn't have to wait until the afternoon, right?"

Jared chuckled noncommittally, "It's not a big deal, don't look so serious."

"This isn't a big deal?" Amber's red lips pursed, and her voice rose, "It's not good for your health if you don't eat on time, do you know that? And you had an accident last night."

"It won't be." Jared shook his head slightly, indicating that one meal being late wasn't a big deal.

Amber saw his stubborn look and slapped him on the thigh in exasperation.

Jared grunted in pain.

Amber grunted back, "Serves you right!"

"Pissed off?" Jared rubbed his thigh, which was sore from her slap, and looked at her, slightly inclined his head.

Amber didn't want to look him in the eye and turned her head to the side, "What do you think? Can't I be mad at you for not eating on time and not thinking it's a problem? I'm so worried about your health while you are the one to think otherwise."

"Not at all." Jared reached out and laid hands on her shoulder, seeing her turn back, his voice gentle, "I did take it seriously and took your words in, it's just that I don't think a meal not being on time is going to do any harm, and besides, I'd much rather be with you than eating by myself, it's the two of us that make it delectable, isn't it?"

Amber raised her eyes at him, "That's true, but you could have woken me then."

Jared laughed a little, "You were sleeping so heavily, and your face was so pretty; how could I have wanted to wake you up."

The comment made Amber's face flush, and she gave him an unpleasant glare, and the anger in her heart dissipated instantly.

He always had a way of calming her anger.

"Forget it; I'll let you off the hook this time, don't wait for me in the future; you're making me afraid to come to your place to rest." Amber's mouth squeezed, and said helplessly.

Don't dare to come here?

How can that happen!

Jared's expression froze, and his tone immediately got serious, "Okay, it won't happen again; this is the last time."

"Really?" Amber raised an eyebrow.

Jared nodded, "Really."

"That's good." Amber finally smiled, and then she continued, "Even if I don't come here, you still have to eat on time; I've heard from Ben earlier that sometimes you get too busy to eat; how can you do that? Your body won't be able to stand it; if you have any health problems, I'll have to dislike you."

She threatened him.

Jared had a rare gloomy look, "Then it looks like I have to take good care of myself so that you don't dislike me and I don't get abandoned by you."

"That's for sure; you're several years older than me; of course, you have to take good care of yourself; otherwise, when you get older and while we walk out, people will say you're a generation older than me." Amber looked at him and smiled.

Jared's expression stiffened slightly.

A few years older than her...

When they walk around, people comment on him as a generation older than her?

He didn't like either of those statements and had the feeling that he seemed to be getting old.

As he thought about it, Jared couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his face, then look at Amber's again.

Amber's face was white and clear, her skin was superb, without a single fine line, and although she was twenty-six or seven, she looked like she was in her early twenties. And his own...

Jared couldn't see his face now, so he wasn't sure if he had any wrinkles on it.

But the hard fact that he was several years older than her made him wonder if he was that old.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked with a curious wave of her hand when she saw Jared's eyelids drooping, looking like he was lost in thought and wondering something.

Jared's eyes flickered for a moment and sobered up, avoiding her gaze, coughed lightly, his voice a little cold and hard as he replied, "I'm fine; I'll take care of myself and not let myself live like your elders." Hearing the tone of the man's voice with a bit of gnashing of teeth, Amber quickly realized why he was a little upset and couldn't help but cover her stomach and laugh, "Well, fine, then I'll wait for you to take good care of yourself, hah."

Jared sighed helplessly at the woman who laughed happily before flicking her forehead, "Okay, stop laughing; you're laughing off."

Amber nodded while laughing and slowly stopped, raising her hand to touch the man's face, "Don't worry, you're not old. Even if you don't take care of yourself, we'll not be misunderstood when we walk out." Hearing her say that he wasn't old, Jared raised both eyebrows, and although he didn't answer, his thin lips curled up in satisfaction.

That was more like it.

"By the way, did you read the WeChat I sent you earlier?" After laughing for a while, Amber finally remembered the business, looked at Jared, and asked hurriedly.

Jared nodded, and his expression condensed, "Yes, it was done by a director of my group called Sam Smith; I have already instructed Ben to investigate this matter; after finding the evidence, I will deal with these assholes."

When he said this, the coldness in his eyes flashed, the atmosphere around him plummeted, and his face was even written with disgust.

It could be seen that this Sam Smith had totally made him angry this time.

"You want proof; I have this," Amber said.

Jared looked at her in amazement, "You?"

"Hmm." Amber nodded, then frowned, "What, what's that look? Do you doubt my word?"

"No." Jared shook his head, "I'm not doubting; I just wonder where you got the evidence?"

"I certainly have my way." Amber smiled at him, then pulled her phone out of her bag, tapped on the recording and played it.

Jared's eyes narrowed as he heard the voice on the recording.

It was one of Sam Smith's managers.

Earlier, he had asked Ben to investigate whom Sam Smith had sent into his office, and Ben had found that it was this manager.

There was nothing to be gained from knowing this as there was no proof that this manager had entered his office to look for documents; or that he could have argued slyly that he had come in to take a look and that nothing could be done to him.

Even he couldn't do it.

After all, the manager was Sam Smith's underling, and Sam Smith was an old director of the group and had been instrumental to the group in the early days.

If he could not present evidence and just dismissed Sam Smith's pawns and Sam Smith like that, some of the group's shareholders would have a problem with it.

That's why he instructed Ben to look for evidence. If it were other shareholders, he wouldn't have been so patient. Instead, he would have just dealt with it.

It turned out that before Ben could find any evidence of Sam Smith's pawns coming in and rummaging through the documents, Amber handed him the evidence. It was such a valuable piece of evidence as a recording.

This made him ... Angry!

When the recording finished playing, Jared's thin lips pursed into straight lines and his face darkened as he looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman put her phone down triumphantly, not yet noticing the change in the man's expression, and was smiling while saying, "How's my evidence? Good enough? I'm sending it to you now; I was thinking of sending it to you along with those messages, but you were in a meeting at the time, and I was afraid that if you put it out directly in the meeting, it would be dangerous if some of your group heard it and leaked it."00