My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)
Chapter 45

The representative from the organizer turned into a complete bootlicker immediately when he saw Amos.

He flooded Amos with all kinds of compliments. Eudora was sick of seeing him.

Amos, on the other hand, didn't utter a single word, keeping his cool.

For some reason, Eudora recalled his look while he was on the bed...

Christopher, who was standing beside her, whispered, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

Eudora's cheeks turned red. She quickly shook her head and replied, "Nothing."

The meeting began. The organizers wanted to see the design from Amos' side first. In fact, Eudora wanted to see theirs too. His company was way stronger and she was not going to underestimate them. Without surprise, their design indeed looked a lot more sophisticated.

However, Eudora was a little disappointed as none of their designs were based on a European style. She would not have a chance to compete with them on the same ground then.

The representative started flattering Amos again. Eudora could hardly stand it anymore. It seemed like the chances of them winning this case were slim.

Fortunately, Everpeace Group was under the Gellert family after all. Despite being in an unfavorable situation, the organizer did not dare to ignore Everpeace. When Eudora was presenting her design, the representative didn't look at it even once.

He turned to Amos and said, "Mr. Granger, shall we sign the contract?"

Eudora frowned and muttered, "But you haven't even seen our work."

"I've already seen it!" The man defended.

"You didn't!" Eudora fumed. Despite spending so much effort, they were still nothing in the eyes of others.

"What's wrong with you?" The representative felt a flicker of irritation and roared, "I said that I've seen it! Your work is bad. What else do you want?"

Eudora retorted, "No, you don't want to see it at all. If you are not going to choose us in the beginning, why did you waste our time?"

He felt a stab of anger. He raised his hand, attempting to hit Eudora.

Christopher, who was beside, quickly pushed Eudora behind him and punched the representative. The man could feel his anger rippling through him. Before he could throw out his punch, someone held his arm from behind.

"President Granger..." The representative grimaced in pain. "What's going on?" Amos was staring at Eudora with a stern look. Her eyes were watery as she was immobilized with fury.

Amos pushed the representative away, walked over and grabbed Eudora towards him, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Eudora shook her head. Amos instructed Clint, "Take her out."

Clint Zuckerberg escorted Eudora out, leaving only Christopher and Amos in the room.

Amos' eyes darkened as he said, "Stop what you're doing, Christopher!"

Christopher remained gentle and elegant, and teased, "Is President Granger playing riddles with me? I don't understand what you said!"

Amos snorted, "You can choose not to bring your designer here today."

"You are right, but my plan worked. You are here and she is also here. You have seen how much she loves her work! If she gets this chance, it is definitely going to help her career. Do you want to see her lose?"

"She will have more opportunities," Amos replied.

"She is going to have tons of opportunities if she follows you. But I'm not going to grant your wish!" Christopher left the room as soon as he finished his words.

"Let's go back to the company," Christopher said.

Eudora nodded. Clint hurriedly stopped her, "Miss George, President Granger is waiting for you."

"Let her go!" Amos said. Christopher was right. This woman loved her job. She would not want to stay for him at this moment.

Clint let go of Eudora and watched them leave.

When they got outside, Eudora apologized to Christopher.

"Sorry, I acted too emotionally just now. It is all my fault."

Christopher shook his head. "Do you think that we were going to win if you did not act like that?" He comforted and added, "But, it definitely feels so good to teach that bootlicker a lesson." Eudora felt guilty. All their hard work went down the drain.

She thought that she could use this opportunity to improve her portfolio.

Ringggggggg...! Christopher's phone rang.

He looked at the number and told, "Here comes our chance."

Eudora didn't understand what he meant until Christopher explained,

"They ask us to go back to sign the contract."

"Huh?" Eudora was confused, "But didn't I mess it up? Why would they do this?"

"Isn't it obvious? Because your design is great!" Christopher said with a smile.

They went back and was approached by another manager.

He, unlike the bootlicker, was very polite. "I apologize for my colleague for bringing you such an unpleasant experience and we have taken appropriate disciplinary actions on him. Now I will be fully responsible for our future collaboration."

Eudora looked around and saw no one from Valiant East, including Amos.

She blurted out, "What about Valiant East? Where are they?"

The manager smiled and answered, "Their designs are indeed very good. But our boss likes your design more!"

Eudora was relieved and nodded.

After signing the contract, Christopher proposed, "Let's go! I will treat you to dinner"

"Thanks, but it's alright," Eudora declined and shook her head. "Another day!"

Christopher gossiped, "Are you afraid that President Granger will be jealous?"

Christopher was the first colleague who knew about her relationship with Amos. Eudora felt uncomfortable hearing him comment about their relationship. "President Gellert, please stay away from my private life."

Christopher burst out laughing. "Alright, forget it. I'm not going to ruin the mood. Go home and get some rest. You'll be busy at work from tomorrow onwards" He got in the car and left.

Eudora drove her own car today. She wanted to go home initially but decided to go to the mall to celebrate.

The manager said that her design was chosen because they liked it.

However, Eudora knew in her heart this was only possible with Amos' help and the reputation of Valiant East Group.

She wanted to give him a present to repay his kindness.