I got married without you (James and Amelia)
Chapter 997

Chapter 997 Amelia Was Impressed

Rows of top luxury cars were parked outside the most luxurious casino in the city that never slept.

The bodyguards quickly got out of the cars and opened the

door of the black Porsche Cayenne at the front.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses led a woman in a silver long dress out of the car.

The doorman at the entrance of the casino was amazed by the stunning faces and gorgeous attire of the two. He had been working here for so long, but it was the first time he had seen such eye-catching people. Moreover, their outfits were

worth millions.

The gentleman and the group of bodyguards he brought were enough to impress others, not to mention the rows of luxury

cars.

The doorman immediately bowed and approached them. Just when he was to flatter them and earn some extra tips, the owner of the casino walked out.

Amelia Was Impressed "It's been long, Mr. Evans!"

Friedman led a group of his men and walked up to James, greeted him, and then looked at his hair.

"What's wrong with your hair? Has it mutated?"

"Mutated? That exaggerated?" thought Amelia.

Amelia glanced at James's hair and thought it looked quite nice. She didn't understand why there was such a big difference in their tastes.

The tall man beside her put his arm around her shoulder and looked quite proud, raising his nice-shaped chin. "My wife likes it."

James's cold gaze swept over Friedman.

"What's wrong? Do you have any problem with it?"

"Of course not. How would I dare to have any problem with

it?"

Friedman was a mixed-race child who grew up abroad, but he

could speak fluent English.

"It's none of my business even if you have red, orange, yellow,

Amelia Was Impressed green, blue, or purple hair."

After speaking, Friedman looked at Amelia.

"Ms. Garcia, do you remember me?"

Amelia had met Friedman at the horse racing track in Washington before. He was one of James's friends, and she had some impression of him, so she nodded. "Sure."

Friedman raised his eyebrows when he found that she

still remembered him and extended his hand to her in a

gentlemanly manner.

"I forgot to tell you my name last time. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Friedman Nelson."

When Amelia was about to shake his hand politely, the man who was holding her pulled her back.

"You talk too much!"

Feeling James's cold and sharp gaze, Friedman suddenly shivered and felt speechless.

"All right. Let's not shake hands. Let's go in."