"That drunkard almost took liberties with her, and she still called the police for him," Jonas Jox said, "Being so kind, no wonder she gets bullied at the Jenkins Family."
Lucas Griffin put down his pen, his index fingers crossed, elegantly fidgeting with the obsidian ring on his thumb, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "From now on, no one dares to bully her again."
Jonas nodded his head and asked, "How should we deal with that drunkard?"
Leaning back in the vintage leather chair, Lucas's eyes were a chilly abyss, yet his voice was as casual as clouds and gentle wind, "His right hand is already useless, just let him go when it seems right. You take care of the police cleanly."
"Alright, I'm on it."
Just as Jonas turned to leave, he was called back by Lucas Griffin.
Lucas inquired about Amanda Jenkins's condition, his eyes unconsciously softening.
Ever since he learned that Amanda had to sneak out at night to work for money, he had ordered Jonas to personally protect her in secret.
"There were no incidents today; she just visited the tailor's shop and left, probably because there was no work, she seemed somewhat unhappy," Jonas reported every detail of Amanda's day, "Even though the Jenkins Family treats her poorly, she is, after all, Miss Jenkins and should not be lacking her everyday expenses. However, from what I've observed, she lives very frugally, not like other famous young ladies draped in designer labels. I don't know why she is so eager to earn money, it seems she is quite short on cash."
Lucas Griffin furrowed his brow and pondered for a moment, "Have someone fetch some of my clothes from the wardrobe."
Soon, two female servants brought Lucas's clothes.
He glanced at them, "Tear them up."
The female servants were stunned, hesitant to move, as each piece of Lucas's clothing was a limited edition from top brands, each costing far more than their annual salary.
Jonas, however, instantly grasped Lucas's intention and chuckled, urging the female servants, "What are you standing around for?"
The female servants did not dare to delay and began to work at once.
Lucas leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes as if enjoying the sound of tearing clothes. The image of Amanda meticulously mending clothes popped into his mind, and a warm current surged in his heart, his lips uncontrollably curling into a smile.
"Brother Kirin, shall we fetch more clothes to tear?" Jonas asked.
Lucas opened his eyes and gave Jonas a cold look, "Do you want to exhaust her to death?"
Suppressing a smile, Jonas had never seen the president take such pains for a girl before.
...
The following night, Amanda Jenkins arrived at Granny's tailor shop as usual, having had no one come to mend clothes for two consecutive days.
As she was about to leave, Jonas came in with his subordinates, carrying a large pile of clothes.
Amanda examined the clothes, her brow furrowed slightly, "These clothes seem like they were purposely torn."
Jonas nodded, "Yes."
Amanda, puzzled, blurted out, "Why tear them up? What a pity."
"This..." Jonas cleared his throat and straightened his suit, "It is our president's pastime."
Amanda was embarrassed, well, having money really allows for caprice!
She truly felt sorry for the clothes; each one was crafted by a top designer, and she had even seen several in magazines before.
She never thought she would one day see these clothes in person, touching their excellent texture.
Jonas sat down on a stool nearby, crossed his legs in a relaxed manner, "Just mend the clothes like they were, and you'll definitely be paid handsomely."
Amanda looked at Jonas's two subordinates standing by his side, then back at the pile of clothes on the table. Thinking it's not every day that one comes across a capricious rich person, with each piece of clothing worth at least six figures, she inwardly chuckled, how could she not seize the opportunity to make a fortune?
"Sir, these clothes are the work of master designers," she said, "You're asking me to restore them to their original state, that might be..."
Jonas Jox cut off Amanda Jenkins's words, "A thousand bucks per piece."
Amanda was startled, a thousand! She was going to make a fortune!
Yet she didn't speak, feigning nonchalance as she brushed a strand of hair from her temple.
Jonas Jox spoke again, "Two thousand."
Two thousand! Amanda's heart trembled, and she took a deep breath quietly, quickly counting with her eyes, suits and shirts, plus two pairs of trousers, ten garments in total—that was twenty thousand yuan!
Granny, thinking that Amanda lacked the confidence to take on the order but also reluctant to let such a big customer slip away, quickly stepped in, "We'll take the job, sir, rest assured, our Amanda may be young, but her skills are excellent."
Jonas Jox nodded and gave a sign to someone by the side, and the cash of twenty thousand yuan was promptly laid out before Amanda.
Amanda took the cash, glanced at it, and handed it to Granny, her beautiful face breaking into a confident smile, "Don't worry, you won't be giving that money for nothing, I'll restore your clothes to look exactly as they originally did, all done by tonight."
Having said that, Amanda sat down in front of the sewing machine and started to work diligently.
This was the first time she was working with fabric of such high quality; her movements were slower, very cautious.
Hidden within the lapel pin of Jonas Jox's suit was an invisible camera.
On the other end of the camera, Lucas Griffin had everything in sight.
He swirled the red wine in his hand and slightly narrowed his long, phoenix-like eyes, watching Amanda's serious profile,
Her shrewdness was a stark contrast to the obsequious demeanor she displayed at the Jenkins Family residence.
Undeniably, there was a charm about Amanda, a kind of charm that made him want to discover more about her.
He was certain that Amanda had some sort of secret.
It was indeed interesting; he must bring her back to his side as soon as possible.
...
After working through the night, Amanda finally finished mending the clothes, and as per the usual split, she earned ten thousand yuan.
With the ten thousand yuan in hand, she immediately went to deposit it, and by the time she returned to the Jenkins household, everyone was already asleep.
These days, her father, along with her sister, were busy working on a cooperative project with the Griffin Group, and her mother, Yvonne Gough, was fully engaged as well, leaving no time to trouble her.
She relished the rare peace, secretly seizing the nights to work on her designs, and to live up to the name 'useless thing', she made sure to sleep until noon each day.
That afternoon, while Amanda was still deep in sleep, the female servant entered directly, carrying a large gift box in her hands.
Amanda was startled awake by the opening of the door, rubbing her sleepy eyes, "What's this?"
"It's an evening gown sent by Young Master Lucas Griffin from the Griffin Family, as an invitation to attend Mr. Griffin's birthday party next week."
The female servant placed the gift box heavily on the table with an expressionless face and turned to leave.
In the Jenkins household, all the servants couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the disfavored Miss Jenkins.
"Wait a second." Amanda got out of bed, "Who did you say? Lucas Griffin?"
"Yes." the servant said impatiently, "Anything else, Miss?"
Amanda touched the large gift box with puzzlement, "Are you sure this is for me, not for Anastasia?"
"Yes, the person made it clear to hand it over personally to Amanda Jenkins."
After saying that, the servant walked out without waiting for Amanda to ask any further questions.