Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 498

Despite his anger, Frank didn't slow down as he immediately made another call after being hung up on.

The moment the receiver took the call, he coldly demanded, "I want to know who Amelia is with and where she is.

Give me an answer after ten minutes."

He hung up right after he barked his order.

After thinking about it, he made another call to Desmond.

"Desmond, go to the bank and get me a change of one million," he ordered after Desmond took the call.

Desmond, of course, was dumbfounded as he asked in confusion, "What do you need so much change for, Master?

What denominations would you like the change to be?"

"Ones, fives, tens, and twenties will do. Let fifty be the maximum denomination. After you get the money, scatter

the change in the hall. I have some use for the notes."

"Yes, Master." Desmond gave a short reply.

However, he couldn't help but wonder what Frank was planning to do by scattering the one million in the living

room.

Is he thinking of sleeping on a floor of money?

Frank received a message ten minutes later, and that was when he found out that Amelia wasn't lying about going

to the movies. Not only that, she was going with Caleb.

The truth was, she didn't want to take it another step further with Caleb because she didn't have any romantic

feelings for him. However, Caleb persistently asked her out every day regardless of what she felt for him.

Under her mother's nagging, Amelia had no choice but to go out with Caleb.

The tickets for the horror thriller movie were bought by Caleb. It was the kind of movie most women would be

afraid to watch, and yet these were what he bought out of all the other movies available. So much for his good

intentions.

"Go. Bring Amelia to me. Just send her home. You don't have to bring her here. I'll be off work in a while."

It was almost evening, anyway.

As the boss, no one would say anything even if he left work early.

Frank's mood only got better after ordering someone to pick up Amelia.

He wanted to call Kendall, but he eventually decided against it after staring at her number for a long time.

As Amelia said, Dylan was bringing Kendall home today. It would be nighttime by the time they arrived home,

greeted their elders, and had their dinner.

Also, the couple's absence probably made their hearts grow fonder.

Not only could Kendall not pick up his call at a time like this, but Frank would also be an utter *sshole for interrupting

the couple's lovey-dovey time.

Calling her now would only make her hate him more.

She was going to come here soon anyway to avenge Dylan.

Thinking of this, Frank put the phone on the table and quickly processed several important documents. When he

was done, he took his phone and left work early.

Once again, Amelia was forced to the Mendelson Residence by Frank's bodyguards. She was somewhat used to it

by now.

She was grateful that they forcibly brought her here because she didn't have to be with Caleb anymore.

It felt awkward having to try to get along with someone she didn't like.

Hmm? She suddenly came to her realization.

Why don't I feel awkward with Frank?

It was probably because they were always so busy messing with and taking revenge on each other that they

disregarded the awkwardness which stemmed from unfamiliarity.

Frank was already home by the time Amelia arrived.

"Mr. Desmond." Amelia shuffled to Desmond when she saw him. "What is the matter with Frank? Did he go crazy

again?"

She was used to being brought over whenever something was up with the man.

Desmond turned his head to look at the gate of the main house before he replied softly, "Ms. Taylor, I'm not sure

what the Master is thinking either. He told me to go to the bank to get a change of a million and scatter the money

in the hall an hour ago."

Amelia was also dumbfounded when she heard that. "What is he up to? Change for one million? What is the

denomination for the change?" she asked in confusion.

"The only note that is missing is a hundred."

Having to withdraw so much change last minute, Desmond had to drop by several banks to get enough change for

one million.

He didn't take the denominations according to Frank's order. As there weren't enough ones and fifty cents,

Desmond ended up bringing back a lot of coins of bigger value.

Hearing that, Amelia hesitantly started, "I will go in and take a look."

"Please go in, Ms. Taylor. Master is waiting for you inside. I will be right out here."

Not knowing the reason Frank scattered money on the floor, Desmond didn't dare follow Amelia, lest he got in

trouble as well.

Amelia looked at Desmond upon hearing that. "You always make it sound nice, Mr. Desmond, but I always end up

wondering why I believed you in the first place when I am deep in it."

Desmond let out a low chuckle. "Do forgive me for that, Ms. Taylor."

No matter what, he was the housekeeper for the Mendelsons.

Pouting, Amelia asked, "I haven't eaten yet. I hope you prepared my share of dinner."

"Don't worry. I won't let you starve, Ms. Taylor. I had the chef prepare your favorite food for you. I'm sure you'll

enjoy it. You can sneak some away with you if you can't finish eating. Oh, I mean, take away the food."

"Now that sounds better."

She was curious about Frank's motives for throwing money on the floor. Without dawdling as she had always done,

she soon entered the main house.

She was greeted by the sight of a money-covered floor as soon as she went in.

Frank, on the other hand, was staring straight at her as he sat on the sofa.

She kept standing there and as she pointed at the change all over the floor, she asked Frank, "What is this, Frank?

Showing off your wealth? You should be throwing bills with Mr. Franklin's face worth millions if you are trying to show

off."

"One million." Frank stood up and looked at Amelia as he chirped, "You complained about me giving you too little

money last time, and that you picked all the money up in no time. Well, I will give you a million now so that your

hands get weak from picking it up. You can have dinner after you pick the money up. You can take however much

you manage to collect."

Amelia paused for a moment before she countered, "You think I have never seen a million?"

It wasn't like someone from her background would ever need more money.

Despite saying that, Amelia bent down and started picking up the biggest denominations.

"Geez, you are so petty. It will take me a while even if you used bigger notes. Just how long will it take me to pick up

all this change?"

That brought a big smile to Frank's face. "You will collect everything quickly if I use bigger notes. There is more for

you to pick up when they are smaller denominations. I will let you have a taste of getting weak in your hands from

picking up money. Pick them all up, okay? You need to pick them up and count the total before you can eat. I will let

you cramp and go weak from picking up money and counting them."

Amelia stood up then.

Thinking that she didn't care for his money, Frank blurted out, "You can't leave if you don't do what I told you!"

His challenge had turned into a threat now.

Still, Amelia turned around and walked out.

"Guards!" Frank raised his voice and called out. "Stop her!"

Soon, two bodyguards stopped Amelia as she started to leave.

Desmond, who was keeping watch outside, knew something was wrong when he heard the commotion inside. He

quickly entered the hall and coaxed Amelia. "Ms. Taylor, it won't take long for you to pick up the money. Whatever

you pick up will even go into your own pockets! You can't even imagine how many people out there want this

opportunity to be theirs!"

To his surprise, Amelia said, "Mr. Desmond, can you please bring me a broom? It is too slow to pick them up one by

one and I am starving. I want to eat as soon as possible. I will sweep them all together before I pick them up."

Frank did tell her to pick up the money, but he didn't say she wasn't allowed to do it the easy way.

"Also, is there a bill counter at home? Bring a few over too, please."

Ms. Taylor isn't leaving.

At that point, Desmond took a glance at Frank.

As though he had only heard Amelia saying that she was hungry, Frank stomped over, his face somber.