Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 243: Spare Me, Mr. President

Chapter 243: Spare Me, Mr. President

As the trio descended the stairs, Damien Sterling approached head-on, catching Logan Harrington’s gaze inadvertently drifting towards Emma Hart. Emma quickly averted her eyes, her look one of confusion and slight irritation, which she promptly returned with a stare.

Logan then turned and walked towards Damien, squinting slightly and murmuring under his breath, "What’s the situation?" Damien, striding ahead and focusing straight forward as if oblivious to anyone beside him, replied nonchalantly, "Just grabbing a meal, what else?"

Logan playfully grimaced at Damien, teasing, "Go eat with her then. Why drag me into this?" Damien’s reply was icy, "Who’s interfering with whom is still up for debate." He continued forward, his demeanor cool and detached, even towards his close friends.

Logan fetched the car parked in front of the company, a vehicle chosen specifically for today from the multitude in the garage—a strategic choice, clearly premeditated. "This car really only fits two," he noted with a hint of calculation.

Spotting Amelia Davidson, Logan winked suggestively, "Care to join me, beautiful?" Emma Hart stepped back, uncertain where to sit—her only option was Damien.

Amelia glanced at Logan dismissively. Simple schemes like his were trivial to her. Slipping on her sunglasses with effortless cool, she pulled out her car keys and waved them at Logan, declaring, "No need for your grand gestures!" With that, she turned and strutted towards the garage.

Left behind, Logan watched Amelia’s confident departure, finally understanding why people often murmured, "Being rich is really something." Now, he profoundly grasped the essence of that sentiment—wealth was indeed significant. If Amelia hadn’t had her own car, perhaps she might have been more inclined to join him. Unfortunately for him, this woman lacked for nothing and seemed fully capable of satisfying her own needs, especially in terms of financial and material matters.

All the tricks Logan used to employ in pursuing girls seemed utterly ineffective on Amelia. Helplessly smitten, he wondered, "What am I to do now?" Whether his love for Amelia included her independence, Logan couldn’t say. Nor could he tell whether her independence might affect her personality if it were any different.

Emma Hart glanced between Damien Sterling in the distance and Logan Harrington nearby, then hurriedly turned and gestured dismissively, "I took Amelia’s car!" It was the wisest decision—choosing Logan would provoke Damien, and opting for Damien could only make matters worse.

Catching up with Amelia Davidson, Emma couldn’t help but jest, "Logan is utterly at a loss with you."

Amelia’s lips curled into a chilly smirk, "His little tricks might charm the young girls, but that’s about it." The implication was clear: pursuing a woman of her caliber was a different game altogether.

"So what method should you use to pursue it??" Emma asked casually, but upon turning, she caught a glimpse of Amelia’s face—lonely, hollow, seemingly cold yet occasionally flashing a surprising spark of joy. It was complex; Amelia herself might not have realized that something within her was slowly thawing.

Their car, though not a match for the limited edition luxury vehicles that Damien and Logan flaunted, was respectable enough for a mid-level, even some upper-level executives. And it was all Amelia’s own achievement, independent of anyone else. That alone surpassed the value of those limited edition cars the heirs flaunted.

Amelia floored the accelerator, pulling ahead. Logan, catching on, hurried to keep up and peered through the window. Amelia gave Logan a dismissive look, only to see Damien Sterling sitting beside her. "What exactly is Mr. Sterling doing here?" she asked, puzzled.

Emma exclaimed in surprise, her gaze flitting to Damien through the window, unable to fathom why he had followed them. Her nerves were frayed; while the others seemed carefree, she was fraught with anxiety. What could his reasons be? Surely not just to share a meal—impossible! Could it be affection? Even more unlikely. Left with no other explanation, it seemed he was there just to make her uncomfortable.

Emma clenched her teeth and typed into her phone: "Please, Mr. President, spare me your wrath." She pressed send.

Outside the restaurant, Damien stepped out of Logan’s car, cursing at him, "What were you driving!" Damien’s discomfort was evident; Logan had been so focused on catching up to Amelia that he had utterly neglected Damien’s usual comfort—a smooth ride, so refined that even a pothole wouldn’t be felt. The president frowned deeply, visibly shaken.

At the moment, Logan Harrington had no mind for Damien Sterling as he hurried out of the car and sprinted towards Amelia Davidson. Damien watched Logan’s eager approach, bemused by the transformation from the usually debonair playboy to this dogged suitor—quite an eye-opener for him.

Emma Hart watched Logan rush towards them, then swiftly made her way to the driver’s side, opening the door with such a devoted flourish that it bordered on the theatrical. She had never seen anyone open the driver’s door like that before. Wasn’t it customary for men to alight from the driver’s seat and open the door for the woman sitting in the passenger seat? This unconventional approach only underscored that neither Logan nor Amelia were ones to follow the beaten path.

Amelia seemed well-accustomed to Logan’s attentiveness. She got out of the car without hesitation, casually tossing the keys to him. Logan, ever enthusiastic, caught the keys with a joy that couldn’t be contained. Without needing further instructions from Amelia, he chirped, "Alright, I’ll park this for you."

Emma mused that this moment alone would provide her with ample material to tease Logan for ages to come. Yet, she knew it wouldn’t take countless times, as she anticipated that one day she would distance herself from Damien, and by extension, everything associated with his circle.

Amelia, however, remained courteous to Damien. His legend in business was well-known, practically a template for commercial success. "Mr. Sterling," she greeted him with a nod.

Hiding behind Amelia, Emma adopted the demeanor of a subordinate employee, nervously greeting, "Mr. Sterling." The man glanced down at Emma, intuiting her fright but opting not to delve into it, simply nodding slightly towards Amelia.