Chapter 1054 The Style He Likes

Atwood's heart stuttered. Why had he suddenly brought up Amanda？

Did he think of something, or did he regain his memory?

Stanford turned his head and took in Atwood's shocked expression.

Even if the information had not yet come from the people he had sent to investigate, it was clear from
Atwood's behaviour that the woman who had called Amanda at the airport that day had something to
do with him.

Atwood was still trying to hide him, "I, I don't know the person you're talking about. Who is she?"

Stanford glared at him, "It's time for you to rest. I’ll find someone to take your place."

Atwood was completely flustered.

"I ..."

"Don't explain." Stanford was clearly unwilling to listen and was already upset about the fact that he
had lied to him.

He hated it when people arranged his life the way they wanted to.

No one could arrange his life!

Atwood didn't know how to explain it either, because he had nothing to say. He was indeed deceiving
him.

He took the rubbish and walked out.



Stanford was obviously in a bad mood today and he didn't want to bother him, so he better waited for
him to calm down before explaining.

He dropped the rubbish and drove away.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that something was wrong. Stanford had been
fine before, but since Amanda had come back, Stanford had suddenly been out of sorts.

It must be because of Amanda.

Had she gone to see Stanford, thus arousing his suspicions?

There was a lot of confusion in his mind and he wanted to go to Amanda and ask her about it. But it
was getting late, so he dismissed the idea of going to see Amanda and was going to see her tomorrow.

After breakfast in the morning, Amanda took Jessica out, and Joan went out with them wearing the
clothes she had picked out for him.

For convenience, Amanda planned to rent a car, but Atwood blocked their way.

It was easy for him to find someone in City B.

Amanda's gaze was less than friendly, "What are you doing showing up again?"

She had only come to fulfil Jessica's wish and did not want to be disturbed again and again.

"Let's talk," Atwood said.

Amanda thought he was being ridiculous, "What do we have to talk about?"

"Did you go to see Mr. James?" Atwood asked frankly, "He's always been calm, but suddenly, he
changed and even mentioned your name."



"You're sick, aren't you?" Amanda warned, "I haven't seen him. Oh, not really. I met him once in a
while, but we didn't talk. Atwood, I'm warning you, don't ever bother me about him again!"

With that, she helped Jessica to leave.

Atwood tried to say something else but was stopped by Joan.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" He tilted his head and was displeased to be stopped in his tracks.

"It doesn't matter who I am. You should have heard what Miss Nelson said. Leave her alone, and don't
show up in front of her again." Joan looked indifferent and his tone was cold, "Or don't blame me for
treating you badly."

"Heh." Atwood thought he was hilarious, "Who do you think you are? This isn't Thailand ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Joan simply ignored him, followed Amanda to the car, and left.

Atwood was speechless.

Hilary came to see a friend who had just returned from abroad and happened to overhear all their
conversations. She came over and questioned, "Atwood, I thought you said there were no women
around Mr. James. Who was that woman just now?"

Atwood was taken aback when he saw her, "What are you doing here?"

"Never you mind why I'm here. I'm asking you, who was that woman just now, and what is her
relationship to Stanford? What did you deceive me about?" Hilary questioned. She suddenly
remembered that when she and Stanford met in the coffee shop that day, he seemed to have been
looking at that woman.

Then the woman left, and Stanford left immediately too.



"Atwood, you cheated on me?" She sounded angry.

"No," Atwood explained, "She, she, she's just Mr. James' ex ... girlfriend."


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