My ex-wife is so beautiful novel (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 785 Seafood Feast

After all, an image is something you can't mess around with; it has to be kept up.

It's especially not something like that; it's even more important not to be noticed; otherwise, how embarrassing.

With that in mind, Amber pursed her lips again.

Over there, Jared arrived at the office door, grabbed the handle and turned it, unlocking the door.

The person outside the door was indeed Ben.

Ben smiled respectfully at Jared when he saw him and then lifted the oversized food box in his hand, "Mr. Farrell, your and Miss Reed's lunch has arrived."

Jared had now put away his excellent mood and faced Ben with another grim, dark face.

He gave Ben a cold sweep and said in an impatient voice, "Why are you so late?"

If this man had come a little earlier, he would not have interrupted him and Amber.

But this man had come not too early, not too late, just in time to spoil his day.

How could he make him look good?

Ben saw Jared snapping at him, while he was confused, blinking with a dumbfounded look, "I ... wasn't late; I brought your lunch over as soon as it arrived." So, how can you call this late?

It hadn't been half an hour, had it?

It hadn't even been half an hour, and Mr. Farrell thought he was late, so he was treating him like a flash?

Ben felt a little aggrieved, but at the same time, something didn't feel right.

Mr. Farrell was not the kind of person who would say he was late for no reason.

But Mr. Farrell was saying that at this time.

There must be some particular reason for this.

What was it?

Ben looked suspiciously past Jared and saw behind him.

On the couch, Amber was sitting there, not far behind him, sipping her coffee elegantly but with an unnatural stiffness to the elegance.

It was as if she had done something wrong and was trying to conceal her panic and keep her composure.

After all, Miss Reed hadn't even looked towards him but kept her head down, which was not Miss Reed's usual style either, reinforcing that Miss Reed was being vain about something.

Ben couldn't tell exactly what was on her mind yet, so he turned his attention to Jared.

And noticing that Mr. Farrell's tie was missing, the collar of his shirt was crumpled as if someone had scratched it with their hands, and there was something red on Mr. Farrell's throat that looked like he had been bitten.

Wait, a bite?

Ben's eyes widened, and it all became clear at once.

No wonder Mr. Farrell said he was late and was black-faced at him.

He had come at the wrong time to disturb Mr. Farrell in the middle of something.

Ben was instantly embarrassed and asked with a strained smile, "Well, Mr. Farrell, this lunch ..."

"Put it in." Without looking at him, Jared turned and headed for the office.

Ben sighed and followed him in with his head down, knowing that Mr. Farrell didn't like him at the moment.

He didn't dare to look around on the way in for fear he might see something he shouldn't.

After all, these two had just been doing that in the office, and although he didn't know exactly how far it had gone, in case it was the last step, there must be something strange in that office.

So, he tried not to look around, lest he see something that got him sore eyes, neither of it worth getting scolded.

With that in mind, Ben took a deep breath and placed the food box on the coffee table before squeezing out a smile and saying to Jared and Amber, "Mr. Farrell, Miss Reed, lunch is here, enjoy yourselves." Amber loosened her red lips and gave him a polite smile, "Okay, Ben, sorry for the trouble."

"Should've." Ben waved his hand to show that it was no trouble.

Jared took out his phone and operated it a few steps before instructing Ben, "I've just sent you a recording; listen to it when you go out; I believe you know how to handle it. I am not asking for much; I want Sam Smith and his people out of the Farrell Group; also, pay attention to Sam Smith when he gets out, buy back his shares, especially the one percent of the initial claims, and do not let him be cornered and resell to others!

Ben stopped thinking about some nonsense after hearing these words, and his expression became serious.

Although he did not know what kind of recording Mr. Farrell had sent to him, he said that he could directly kick Sam Smith out of the Farrell Group together with his men, so he guessed that the recording must be the decisive evidence to make Sam Smith unable to turn over a new leaf.

Although he didn't know where Mr. Farrell got it from, it didn't matter as long as it was helpful for him to get Sam Smith and his men out of the way.

"Yes, Mr. Farrell, I'll arrange everything and won't let you down," Ben replied severely.

Jared lifted his chin slightly and hummed, "I'll leave this matter to you; when we get the shares back from Sam Smith hands, throw him and his people all to jail for the crime of commercial espionage theft." "Noted!" Ben answered again, then turned around and left.

After Ben left, Amber opened the food box and set out the sumptuous seafood feast inside, then poured two cups of black tea and handed one of them to Jared, "It's not advisable to drink alcohol when eating seafood, it's easy to get gout, so I'm using tea instead of alcohol, congratulations on your upcoming resolution of a group assholes."

She said with a smile.

Jared laughed lightly and took the black tea, "I'm the one who should be thanking you; you helped me get the decisive evidence to do it so quickly, or I would have wasted some more effort." At the very least, it would take a while to find the evidence.

Amber heard the man's thanks and lifted her black tea to clink glasses with him, "In that case, I congratulate you, you thank me, and we celebrate together."

"Good," Jared responded gently and drank the black tea in one refreshing sip.

Finishing her tea, Amber sat down and urged, "Jared, sit down and eat; it's been so long; aren't you hungry?"

"Coming." Jared hooked his lips, walked to the seat opposite her, and sat down.

Amber couldn't wait to take a piece of the prawn and put it in her mouth.

The springy shrimp burst in her mouth, and the taste was terrific.

Amber's eyes narrowed in happiness, and she couldn't help but wiggle her little legs.

It was a habitual gesture; she liked to wiggle her legs whenever she ate something delicious or felt happy.

Jared was also aware of this little movement and felt it wiggling under the coffee table.

He bent down slightly, and his eyes darkened when he saw her wobbling two feet.

If it weren't the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to grab both of her feet, hold them in his lap, shackle them, and touch them fiercely.

They were so cute and should be caressed and loved by him.

"Is it that good?" Jared asked without looking any further, bringing his gaze back to Amber.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back if he looked any longer.

Otherwise, she should kick him.

Amber didn't know what was going through the man's mind for the hundredth time; she repeatedly nodded, "Of course, it's delicious; I haven't gorged on seafood so happily in a long time." Firstly, she was too busy with all the problems since she took over Goldstone Co. to eat and play.

The second thing was that it wasn't much fun for her to go alone, and Cole and the others were too busy to spend much time with her.

So over time, she gradually had regrets in her heart.