Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 560

Meanwhile, at Mendelson Group…

Having parked her car, Amelia alighted from it before grabbing four thermal lunch boxes from the back seat. After

shutting the door, she walked toward the gigantic corporation building under the blazing sun. It was only about 300

feet from the parking lot to the corporation building, but the roasting weather caused her to sweat despite the

short distance.

I should have brought an umbrella. Apparently, she didn't bring an umbrella.

It's all that douchebag Frank's fault! As soon as the sun rose, he immediately went to work after his morning

workout without having his breakfast, and now I have to deliver it to him! Man's gonna have his breakfast now, at

this time? Might as well call it lunch!

Amelia complained about Frank deliberately troubling her with tasks in her mind as she was doing her little run into

the building. As soon as she walked through the doors, she was relieved by the caress of the air-conditioner's

cooling breeze. Ah, it's always best to stay in an air-conditioned room under such weather!

"Good afternoon, Ms. Taylor." Seeing Amelia entering the building, two receptionists hastily stood up and smilingly

greeted her with an attitude of utmost respect, causing her to be impressed by the professionalism of the mega

corporation's receptionists.

"Hello, you two," Amelia responded with a reciprocal smile.

"Ms. Taylor, Mr. Urban has noted that you may go straight to President Mendelson without checking in or making an

appointment."

"Oh, thanks!" As far as Amelia knew, Chris was Frank's executive assistant and most competent right arm. As his

position was above all and second only to the president, it rivaled that of Toddy from Coleman Empire Holdings.

While Chris and Toddy might merely be employees, their positions were unattainable by most people in their entire

lifetime, and no one in the business industry of Orapolis would dare belittle Chris and Toddy, these two "employees."

Chris' every word signifies Frank's intentions. What a boastful brat, Frank is! He's not willing to lay down the

commands himself, so he uses his minion, Chris, to do it for him. Amelia stopped thinking about it after ranting

about Frank once again in her mind.

After making sure Amelia entered the elevator, the two receptionists whispered to each other, "Other than Kendall

Parker, Ms. Taylor is the only woman President Mendelson is closest with, but since Ms. Taylor hasn't gotten married

yet, do you think she'll get together with President Mendelson?"

"But President Mendelson is quite persistent. It's as if he won't give up until Kendall Parker accepts him, so that is

hard to say…"

"President Mendelson hasn't been to Parker Corporation lately. He has probably given up, seeing how unrelenting

Kendall Parker and Master Dylan's love is. He tried to use Kendall Parker against Master Dylan, but he eventually

gave up as his attempt was to no avail. Though, I do think Ms. Taylor and he make quite a fitting couple."

One of the receptionists then softly claimed, "But do you know that she's a fool for hot guys? She always stares at

any hot guy she encounters and often sneaks a picture of them before printing them out and collecting them. I've

heard that she even has a room specifically for her collection of those men's photos." She then added, "She's not

very reputable, I'd say."

"Are we any better, though?"

The two grew quiet, ending their gossip.

Meanwhile, in the president's office, Chris and Frank were discussing work.

All of a sudden, a knock came from the door, but instead of responding to it, Frank got up and walked around the

office desk, while Chris watched as his superior walked toward the door and pulled open the office door, only to see

the youthful, charming Amelia Taylor standing by the doorway.

As soon as the door was opened, Amelia immediately entered the office and snapped at Frank, "Mendelson, what's

wrong with you, skipping all your breakfasts lately? No matter how busy you are, you should always take all three

meals a day. Nothing's more important than a meal as it affects how long you live, don't you know that? If you keep

on skipping meals and damaging your stomach and end up developing stomach cancer—which you certainly

deserve—I'll gladly celebrate your premature death with the grandest fireworks! You know damn well that

delivering food to you isn't in my job scope, and you sure have added it to the list! You better give me a raise, or I'll

m—Mr. Urban, you're here!"

After whining for quite some time, Amelia suddenly saw Chris and instantaneously stopped talking as she awkwardly

grinned at him.

Chris listened to Amelia's rebuke of Frank as soon as she walked through the doorway. Although her words were

quite harsh, concern was wrapped within them. Oh, look at the boss and his smiling eyes. He's so happy despite

being scolded. That's the rhythm of love, alright. Well, good for him for having moved on. Now that Kendall Parker

has gotten married, if he were to keep dwelling on her, he'll definitely be alone for the rest of his life.

"I was here with President Mendelson to discuss some things, but since we're done, I shall take my leave." Being the

tactful man that he was, Chris wouldn't stay behind any longer and be a third wheel. Thereupon, he collected the

documents in front of him and nodded at Amelia before turning to Frank. "President, I shall get back to work."

"Mm-hmm," Frank blurted.

It wasn't until there were only two people in the office that Frank walked toward Amelia and grabbed the thermal

lunch boxes from her hands before walking to the couch and sitting down, venting, "Damn, am I starving."

"You should've died from hunger! Look at the time. You should be having your breakfast between seven and eight.

It's almost ten already! Serves you right for starving! Frank, if you keep on skipping your meals, you're honestly

going to damage your stomach. It's easy if you want to have your stomach ruined, but it's infinitely harder for them

to heal once they're really damaged."

Frank then replied as he ate, "Well, send it over earlier tomorrow and I won't be starving nor will I be hurting my

stomach."

Amelia was rendered speechless.

After a while, she angrily reprimanded, "Can't you just have your breakfast before you come to work? You're always

troubling me with these burdensome tasks. Have you never considered I have things to do?"

"What do you have to do?"

"I'm going to—wait, I don't have to tell you that!"

Frank raised his head and glanced at her before continuing to eat, remarking, "Do what you want. If you need the

money, I can lend you some, or perhaps you'd like some investment from me."

Taken aback, Amelia questioned, "You know what I've been doing?"

"You want to be an entrepreneur."

Amelia was stunned once again. Seemingly having thought of something, she asked tentatively, "Frank, if—I'm

saying if—you got married in the future, would you have your wife working, or would you have her stay at home, be

a housewife, and take care of the kids?"

Once again, Frank raised his head and silently gazed at her with his deep eyes.

Why is he looking at me like this? Does he know what I'm thinking? Does he know I'm testing him for my own

future?

"In the Mendelson Family, I, Frank Mendelson, shall be the master of the family, so my words are absolute." Frank

dully stated, "Similarly, my wife shall be the mistress of the family, so her words, too, are absolute at home. She

may do whatever she wants outside the house. Even if she gets herself in trouble, I'll be able to shield her. I won't

deliberately ask her to stay at home or be a housewife."

I'm no homebody. In fact, I'd be sick being trapped at home all the time!

"No toxic masculinity? Hmm, not bad. Men who have higher incomes tend to tell their wives to quit their job and

look after the kids at home while they'll take care of the bread. Then, right when the wife quits her job to take care

of the children or sometimes the parents as well and cleans up the entire house, the man would complain about his

wife always wanting money from him."

"Don't worry. I'm definitely not that kind of man."

Hearing that made Amelia blush. "And what on earth does that have to do with me? Though, your future wife will

certainly be happy."