Chapter 5 Mr. Vanderbilt's Good Fortune in Love

Seeing the coldness in Frederick's eyes, the director quickly tried to smooth things over. "Dr. Davis must be exhausted after performing two surgeries back-to-back. She's just talking nonsense. I'll handle this."

Amelia changed her coat and walked out.

Daniel was waiting in the hallway. When he saw her, he smiled. "All done with the check-up? Everything's fine? Great. There's a gathering tonight. I'll take you along and introduce you to some big shots. They might be interested in the Davis family projects."

Hearing him mention the Davis family, Amelia perked up. If they could sell some of the Davis family's properties, it would help alleviate their financial troubles.

Amelia nodded,"That sounds good!"

Amber watched Amelia leave with a look of grievance. "Dr. Davis's boyfriend is so considerate, even coming to accompany her at work!"

Frederick's face darkened, a flicker of unknown anger in his eyes. "I'll have someone handle your admission. I have to get back to the office."

Amber reached out to hold his arm, but he subtly avoided her, not even letting her touch his sleeve. She clenched her fists as she watched him enter the elevator.

Amelia followed Daniel straight to a private dining room at a restaurant. Inside, several prominent figures from Kasfee were already seated, some of whom Amelia recognized.

Daniel smiled. "I hope I'm not late!"

The Vanderbilt family had been a notable name in Kasfee years ago, though they had shifted their focus abroad in recent years. Naturally, everyone showed him respect. "Not at all, Mr. Vanderbilt! You're never late!"

Daniel introduced Amelia to everyone, and they exchanged pleasantries before sitting down. After a few drinks, Daniel casually brought up the Davis Group's projects.

Amelia immediately started talking about the Davis Group's properties and their future prospects. The guests nodded in agreement, and a few seemed genuinely interested.

Holden Meza from Vertex Holdings Group leaned in. "Ms. Davis, why don't we exchange contact information and discuss this further?"

Seeing his genuine interest, Amelia nodded. Holden was around fifty, overweight, and bald—probably wealthy but lacking other redeeming qualities.

Amelia took out her phone. "Mr. Meza, what's your number?"

Holden leaned in close, almost embracing her, and whispered in her ear, "Ms. Davis, your skin is so nice. What body wash do you use? I might buy some for myself!"

Daniel frowned, thinking this old man was more interested in taking advantage than in buying property. He was about to intervene when Amelia patted his hand, signaling him to stay calm.

Doing business wasn't easy. Since Frederick wouldn't help, she had to find her own way.

Suddenly, a familiar male voice sounded, "The Davis Group's properties are in West Suburb, which has no development prospects for the next ten years. Mr. Meza, are you buying just to make a lady smile?"

Amelia looked up to see Frederick, who had just arrived, staring at her with a mocking expression. Everyone else stood up to greet him respectfully.

Holden quickly smiled. "Mr. Hastings, what an honor! If we had known you were coming, we would have prepared a new table. Your assistant said you had a last-minute commitment and couldn't make it. We started without you. That's our apologies."

Frederick ignored him and sat down next to Amelia. She felt the air around her grow colder and instinctively tightened her coat. Did he hate her so much for occupying the Mrs. Hastings position for three years? Not helping the Davis family was one thing, but now he was interfering with her efforts to save them!

Amelia bit her lip, about to speak, when Daniel interjected. "Mr. Hastings, you seem to have forgotten there's a famous church in West Suburb!"

Frederick glanced at Daniel, about to respond, but Amelia grabbed his hand and gently squeezed it. Frederick raised an eyebrow, feeling a fiery warmth where she touched him. Seeing her pleading look, he remained silent.

Amelia calmly said, "Mr. Hastings, while West Suburb is a bit remote, the church there could boost tourism. Developing a resort or something similar has potential, don't you think?"

Frederick stared at her, then nodded slightly. "Yes."

Amelia felt relieved. With his endorsement, selling the property would be easier. She withdrew her hand, but Frederick caught it and gently stroked it.

Amelia looked at him in confusion, but he just smiled slightly and then coughed.

Daniel watched their interaction, his eyes dimming briefly before he resumed his usual demeanor, quietly serving Amelia food and shielding her from drinks.

As the gathering ended, Daniel was quite drunk, his eyes bleary. He draped an arm over Amelia's shoulder, bidding everyone goodbye with the other.

Holden chuckled. "Mr. Vanderbilt, you're quite lucky to have Ms. Davis's company!"

Amelia felt awkward but couldn't refute it after Daniel had shielded her from so many drinks.

Daniel smiled. "Of course!"

Frederick passed by them, his gaze turning icy at their closeness. His assistant, Felix Cox, quickly understood and took Daniel from Amelia. "Mrs. Hastings, let me help you with Mr. Vanderbilt."