Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 841 A Chance Encounter At The Tuxedo Shop

Sheila had sex with Cole in order to get ahead.

And Cole, regardless of whether he was actually drunk or not, made a big mistake by dragging a woman to bed.

She even wondered if, instead of Sheila, some other woman had been there that day, would Cole have dragged her to the hotel?

The answer, perhaps, was yes.

So, both of them were at fault.

Jared scratched the bridge of Amber's nose as she grimaced, "What's on your mind?"

Amber shook her head, "I'm just wondering if Sheila was doing the right thing now, trying to get rid of the baby, and asking me to hide it from Cole."

Jared gently touched her hair, "Whether it is right or not, it is a private matter between them. Even if you're friends with Cole Lyon, you don't have the right to get involved. Let them deal with their problems. Sometimes too much interference from outsiders can cause unnecessary problems, and the loss is not worth the gain."

"I know, but Cole's my friend, and I.....”

"So what? It's their private business." Jared cut her off, "Besides, Cole Lyon is a grown man. You don't have to care so much about what happens to him. He's not your son."

At this, Amber burst into laughter and gave him a pat, "What are you talking about? My son?"

"I'm just making a metaphor." Jared smiled, "Cole Lyon and your secretary, they'll take care of themselves. They're still fine, but you're more concerned than Mrs. Lyon. Do you think he's your son?" "Nonsense!" Amber glared at him.

Jared laughed, "Well, don't worry about them. They're not that worried themselves. So, what are you worried about? If you have that much energy for them, you might as well use it all for me." "Don't I care enough about you?" Amber looked at him.

Jared nodded, "Yes, but I'm a greedy man, and that's not enough for me. I'd be happier if you'd take the same care you take for other people and give it all to me."

"Shut up!" Amber didn't know what to say.

Jared rubbed her hair and said, "Well, it's getting late. I should probably get going. See you tonight."

"Okay, see you tonight." Amber nodded and walked him to the elevator.

Jared suddenly gave her a hug, "Don't forget to miss me."

"I won't!" Amber patted him on the back.

Jared let go of her, turned around and got into the elevator.

Amber stood outside the elevator waving to him until the doors were closed and the elevator descended. Then she turned and headed to her office.

Yeah, he was right. This was a private matter between Cole and Sheila, and they should sort it out.

She was Cole's friend, not his mother, so there was no need to upset herself.

Besides, she had explicitly rejected Cole, and now she was upset about Cole. What was that?

She had got to get over it!

Even if they were friends, she shouldn't have to worry about him on that matter, because that kind of took the concept out of being friends.

She decided to listen to Jared. She would pretend she didn't know that and let them work it out.

If something did happen, it was not too late to see if she could help.

Amber's heart was relieved at the thought.

In the afternoon, when the time was up, Amber put down her papers, left Goldstone Co. and headed to the mall to try on her dress.

The dress shop staff were already waiting at the door. As Amber approached her, she smiled politely, "Good afternoon, Miss Reed."

"Good afternoon." Amber smiled back.

The manager made a gesture of invitation, "Please come in, Miss Reed."

"Thank you." Amber said and followed her into the store.

This was the dress shop of a top luxury brand abroad.

When Amber entered, she saw that it was filled with elegant and expensive gowns.

Of course, the dresses on display weren't really worth much.

The ones that were really valuable, instead of being on display, they were hidden in the store, used as a treasure of the store, waiting for the really rich and powerful to buy them.

Those who did not understand the unspoken rules of luxury might think that what was displayed in the store was already the best.

"Take a seat, Miss Reed. Would you like champagne or coffee?" The manager led Amber to the couch in the lounge area and asked as she sat down.

Amber puts her bag down, "Coffee would be fine. I drove here, so I can't drink alcohol."

"Ok, just a moment, please. Someone has gone to the warehouse to pick up your dress. It will be delivered soon." The manager said with a smile. Amber nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." The manager said and turned to leave.

Amber sat down on the couch, pulled out her phone, and waited for her dress to arrive while idly browsing the Web.

After waiting for a while, she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her, "was that all? Don't you have something a little shinier?"

It was...

Amber squinted slightly for a moment, then a name popped into her mind.

Alice!

Amber put her phone down and looked back to see a figure in a wheelchair.

The figure was clearly Alice.

Amber raised her eyebrows.

What the hell was she doing here?

And she looked like she was shopping for a dress, too.

It was just, why would she buy a dress?

Amber didn't doubt that Alice could afford it, because she could get plastic surgery all over her body. And that must cost a lot. Plus, last time she paid Jared hundreds of thousands for his car repairs. Alice took the money out in a second without hesitation. So, Alice must be well off.

She did not know, though, where an orphan, an orphan without any profession, could get so much money.

Amber took one look at Alice and quickly looked away.

She didn't like a woman who liked her man and wanted to take him from her.

So even if they ran into each other here, she wouldn't say anything. She'd just ignore her.

Alice didn't see Amber in the rest area behind her. She was holding a pink fishtail dress and examining it critically.

Now, she was not happy with the dress.

She handed the dress to the clerk beside her, frowned and asked, "Are there really no other styles of fishtail dresses?"

The saleswoman smiled and shook her head, "I'm sorry Miss, we only have these styles of fishtail skirts in our store, nothing else."

Alice scowled, "The dresses of these styles are all of the old styles, are there no new styles this year?"

"Yes, but this year our brand only released one fishtail dress. If you are interested, please provide the VIP qualification. We can make an appointment with the head shop and customize one for you. What do you think, miss?" The saleswoman continued to smile at Alice.

Alice's expression froze, "The VIP qualification?"

"Yes." The saleswoman nodded. "Because the fishtail dress newly released this year is designed by the top designer of our brand, the price of the fishtail dress is naturally much higher than other dresses. Only with VIP qualification can we customize this dress, otherwise we may have to choose other dresses. The VIP qualification of our brand must be obtained by consuming 100 million in total in all stores under our brand, so do you have the VIP qualification?"☐☐☐☐☐☐