Lawrence looked at James, and he was no longer as contemptuous as before. Instead, he was horrified, "Who the hell are you?"
James glanced at him and it seemed like he had lost his patience. He said coldly, "I'll give you one minute."
With the knife in his hand, he pointed to the contract, signaling Lawrence to sign it immediately. Otherwise, the outcome will be determined by his mood.
When the tip of the knife slid across the thin paper, it dazzled, making Lawrence tremble in fright.
He shivered and looked at James, then at the contract, his expression full of hesitation.
"The Collins Group is a century-old foundation of the Collins family. If I sign this contract, I will become a sinner..."
James, who had already lost his patience, didn't want to listen to Lawrence's nonsense anymore. He raised the knife in his hand, and stabbed Lawrence in the shoulder.
Then, he pulled the knife out without even blinking his eyes. The bloodthirstiness and cruelty in his eyes was evident.
Lawrence screamed in pain, and his car-piercing voice sounded extremely critical in that open field.
The woman in the car thought that those masked men would not hurt anyone, but she didn't expect them to use a knife directly.
She was so frightened that she wanted to open the car door and escape, but the masked men who surrounded her grabbed the car door.
Wrapped in a coat, she huddled in the back seat, staring at the man in the copper mask outside the car window with an expression full of fear.
"Well, it's better if you sign it now. Don't wait till we chop off your hand and press your fingerprint on it..."
Upon saying that, Zack stepped on Lawrence's back and ground his foot hard. The pain caused Lawrence to scream...
He was old so he couldn't stand such torture. Thus, he picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract without any further hesitation.
After signing the contract, Lawrence realized that the purchaser's name written on it was actually Jackson!
With a face full of shock, he raised his head again and looked at the man who stabbed him with a knife.
"Did Jackson send you guys?"
How was that possible? Didn't that co ward end his own life? How could the buyer be him?
Lawrence couldn't believe it and he looked at the contract in his hand again. When he saw that the purchase amount was hundreds of times lower than the market price, he almost fainted.
It would have been better to sign the contract with Evans Group. At least then, he could earn a lot of money that he wouldn't be able to spend in ten lifetimes.
Now, with such a cheap price, it simply meant that Lawrence had gifted the company over to Jackson. He really regretted it!
He didn't give Lawrence a chance to
James paused, tilted his head and shot a side glance at Lawrence. "The Collins Group was his, not yours."
Then, James raised his hand. Zack immediately understood what he meant and he immediately slapped Lawrence hard across the face.
"Old man, who are you calling a bastard?"
James got into the car amidst Lawrence's cries for mercy.
The driver quickly started the car and drove towards the airport.
When James returned to the villa overnight, he asked Frank to take out the wedding dress that was kept on the top
floor.
delusional ideas that could never become a reality behind him, and looked at Frank.
"Give it to Amelia, and tell her that she must accept it..."
Frank paused for a moment. He frowned and asked, "Mr. James, isn't this wedding dress the one you bought as a gift for your future wife?"
Frank heard that Amelia was going to marry someone else, so why would James give such a precious wedding dress to that
woman?
James smiled as he said, "I bought this and planned to give it to her..."
That wedding dress could only be Amelia's even though the person she was going to marry was not him...
Amelia was sitting at the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror in a daze.
Eva pushed the door open and saw that Amelia was in a trance. She walked over and patted her on the shoulder.
"Amelia, Ryan sent someone to bring some things over. You should go downstairs and have a look..."
"Okay..."
Amelia responded obediently, got up, and followed Eva downstairs.
A few cars were parked outside the villa while Zoey walked in holding a wedding.
"Ms. Garcia, it's inconvenient for Mr. Jones travels on the day of the wedding, so I will come and pick you up on his behalf at ten o'clock in the morning. The team will be here to do the makeup and hair for you. You don't have to get up so early, just make sure to rest up. You don't have to worry too much about the other matters concerning the wedding..."
Amelia could only say, "Thank you."
Zoey replied, "You should thank Mr. Jones instead. He was the one who arranged everything."
Amelia nodded. "I know."
Ryan had always considered everything for her carefully. He had never let her worry too much since she was a child.
Amelia glanced at the wedding dress and frowned slightly. "Frank, please return this wedding dress. I don't need compensation from him.
After saying that, Amelia was about to leave when Frank spoke up, "Ms. Garcia, do you still remember the time when Mr. James went abroad for three months on a business trip three years ago? He bid on this wedding dress at an auction at that time. He wanted to give it to you when he returned home, but something happened..."
Amelia turned pale, and she looked up at Frank. Her eyes were full of incredulity, as if she couldn't believe that James had bid a wedding dress for her at that time.
Chapter 452 He Gave Her A Wedding Dress that even James was no match for her.
After James was forced to separate from her, he couldn't stop himself from looking for her, but Amelia...
After being abandoned once, it seemed that no matter what James did, she would remain indifferent and she would never
look back.
Frank actually didn't want to give that wedding dress to her, but how could he let James' sincerity go in vain?
Thus, Frank instructed the servants to
carry the wedding dress into the villa...
"Ms. Garcia, Mr. James told me that you must accept this wedding dress. I have to complete this task."
He waved his hand and asked the servants to put the wedding dress on the sofa.
Then, he said to Amelia, "He also hopes that you will wear this dress on your wedding day."
Amelia sighed inwardly, and her expression darkened.
"Frank, take it back. My husband has already given me a new wedding dress, so I won't care about someone else's dress. I won't wear the wedding dress James gave me."
Amelia was being frank. Frank was stunned for a moment before he flew into a rage.
"Ms. Garcia, for the past three years, in order to see you in his dreams, Mr. James has been relying on sleeping pills everyday. Isn't it unfair for you to treat him like this?"
Amelia felt suffocated and her gloomy face turned pale.
Why... Why was Frank telling her all of these now...
Eva, who hadn't spoken the whole time, was also a little shocked when she heard that.
However, seeing that Frank seemed to be forcing Amelia, Eva suppressed her shock.
She got up from the sofa and stood in front of Amelia.
"Mr. Frank, if James had given Amelia the wedding dress three years ago, maybe they would have had a child now. However. he didn't give her the dress after he returned. Instead, he gave Amelia a divorce agreement and abandoned her. It's too late for him to give her this wedding dress now."
"Also, you said that James relies on sleeping pills because of Amelia. No offense, but where was he when Amelia was in a coma for three years? She didn't see with her own eyes what that guy did for her. Instead, all she remembers is his ruthlessness and cruelty towards her. Thus, why are you guilt tripping Amelia just because James has done a lot for her?"
"Also, you should be clear that the person who Amelia is going to marry is not James, so how can you ask her to wear the wedding dress he gave her?"
After she finished speaking in one breath, Eva picked up the wedding dress and stuffed it back into the servants' hands.
Then, she wanted to chase away the guests.
She spoke in a cold voice, "Please leave. I won't see you off."
Being attacked like that, Frank immediately realized that he might have been a little harsh to Amelia moments ago.
Instead of easing the relationship between Amelia and James, he had intensified the conflict.
He felt a little regretful in his heart and he quickly apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I was eager for Ms. Garcia to reconcile with Mr. James, and I said the wrong thing. Please forgive me."
After apologizing, he asked the servants to put down the wedding dress. He said, "Ms. Garcia, I really have no right to interfere. I can't make you wear the dress for your wedding day but the dress has to stay. Otherwise, I will not be able to explain to Mr. James when I go back."
In any case, Frank had carried out what Mr. James had ordered and he couldn't control what Amelia would think about it.
He turned around and wanted to leave the villa, but Amelia stopped him.
Frank turned around and looked at her.
"Yes, Ms. Garcia."
Amelia picked up the wedding dress and handed it to him, "Frank, take it back, and tell him not to come on my wedding day..."
Frank felt that she was being too heartless and he felt sorry for James. However, he didn't say anything, nor did he accept the wedding dress. He turned around and led the people out of the villa quickly, for fear that Amelia would chase after him and ask him to take the wedding dress back.
Amelia tightened her grip on the wedding dress and her face was drained of color.
Noticing that, Eva quickly stepped forward and touched her face. "Amelia, what's wrong?"
Seeing Eva's worried expression, Amelia shook her head, "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired..."
Eva felt a little distressed and she hugged her. "If you're tired, just lean on me and have a good rest..."
Eva didn't mention anything about James, because she knew Amelia probably felt bad after learning the story behind the wedding dress.
As her older sister, all Eva could do at that moment was hug her and nothing else...
Amelia rested her head on Eva's shoulder. Her dull eyes made her look lifeless, as if she was going to die any time.
The wedding day came in a blink of an eye, and the makeup team hired by Ryan arrived at the villa at nine o'clock. It seemed that he wanted the bride to sleep in a little longer, so they arrived relatively late.
Eva led them upstairs, and the moment they saw the bride, the stylists and make-up artists were all amazed.
They initially thought that an hour would definitely not be enough, but after seeing Amelia, they were certain that a light makeup would do.
Several people did Amelia's hair and makeup and in less than half an hour, everything was done.
When it was the stylist's turn to serve Amelia, she immediately took a fancy to the wedding dress placed on the sofa.
With trembling hands, she touched the diamond-encrusted wedding dress, and exclaimed in amazement.
"This is a one-of-a-kind work by a famous French wedding dress designer. After this wedding dress, she never designed anything again. It has become one of the most precious collection pieces in the world."
Surprised, she looked at Amelia, who was sitting in front of the dressing table.
"Ms. Garcia, why is this wedding dress here? Did your husband buy it for you? It costs a lot of money. How much did he spend on this? I believe it's a piece that one couldn't get even if you pay a sky-high price."
Amelia's made up face turned pale again.
She wanted to beg everyone not to mention those things in front of her, but James had done so much for her that they always got into her ears little by little, tormenting her.
Eva, who was standing beside her, glanced at Amelia, and said to the stylist, "Miss Badley, it's almost time. Let's hurry up and put on the wedding dress for the bride..."
It was only then did Miss Badley realize that she was talking too much. She hurriedly apologized, then went to pick up the wedding dress on the sofa.
However, Amelia's gentle and indifferent voice was heard.
"It's not that one."
Miss Badley was stunned for a moment, then she looked back at Amelia, a little confused.
"Uhh..."
Amelia pointed to the wedding dress in the closet and said lightly, "It's this one."
Miss Badley glanced at the wedding dress in the closet and was stunned. She felt that the one on the sofa was more suitable for
Amelia.
Since Amelia said so, no matter how Miss Badley felt, she could not force her. She smiled and nodded.
"Okay, no problem."
Amelia changed into her wedding dress, sat on the bed, and waited quietly for Zoey to come and pick her up...
At ten o'clock, there was noise downstairs.
Eva thought that Zoey was here, so she hurried down to block their way.
However, when she went downstairs, the person she saw was not Zoey, but James, who was holding a bouquet of flowers...
He wore a custom-made white suit with a corsage on his chest. From a distance, he looked like the groom.
The only difference was that on his chiseled face, there was no smile, only an irrepressible gloom.
Those beautiful eyes, which were as cold as snow, were shrouded in darkness at that moment; they were so dark that they appeared bottomless. It was as if one would fall into hell forever and could not be reborn.
Behind him, there were hundreds of luxury cars decorated with flowers, forming a huge convoy, and the magnificent scene shocked Eva.
She parted her lips, wanting to stop James, but she felt that anything that she was about to say would only hurt him.
She couldn't bear to see him watch the woman he loved marry someone else...
In the end, she didn't stop him. She sighed deeply and said, "She's upstairs. You can go and find her..."
After that, she turned sideways to make way for him.
With a pale face, James nodded to her, and walked towards the villa.
The moment James opened the door, he saw the woman sitting on the bed, quietly waiting for her groom. She did not wear the wedding dress he gave her.
She chose the wedding dress that her husband had customized for her.
It was a lace dress, and she looked stunning in it.
He tightened his grip on the bouquet and after suppressing the sharp pain in his heart, he walked towards her step by step...
Amelia kept her head down. When she heard footsteps, she thought it was Zoey. However, the moment she looked up, she met a pair of red eyes.
Her heart trembled and her face suddenly turned pale.
She told Frank not to let James come, but he still came.
How would she, Ryan, and James deal with this?
James didn't care. He walked slowly to her, knelt down on one knee, and handed her the bouquet of flowers.
"Ms. Garcia, I'm sorry, I stole Zoey's bouquet. I hope you don't blame me..."