My mystery lover

Chapter 90 Mysterious Prize

When Richard said that Amy was his wife, both Gina and Matt were stunned.

Matt blurted out with disdain, "Mr. Carter, you are a big shot in R City. There are so many girls who will

kill to date you. But you chose the one I dumped?" Recently, his collaboration with HD Group had

failed, which made him so embarrassed in Wilson Group. He had been hating Richard since then.

As expected, Richard's face darkened.

Although Gina felt happy about what Matt said, she saw Richard's expression and tugged at Matt's

sleeve to hint that he should stop.

However, Matt had lost his mind at this time. He was filled with jealousy. He had dated Amy for three

years, yet he hadn't even touched her lips. It was truly a huge loss.

"Amy, come back to me. I still love you. No matter how many men you have married, I love you." Matt

attempted to pull her out of Richard's embrace.

When Gina heard Matt's words, she was embarrassed. Was Matt crazy to say that before so many

people? Didn't he notice Richard's gloomy expression?

"Back off!" Richard gave Matt a kick to keep him away from Amy.

He then walked away with Amy in his arm.

Matt fell to the floor, and Gina went to help him up.

"Scram, you bitch. Scram far away. Amy, Amy, I was wrong. I really was wrong. I love you, and you

love me. I know you love me," Matt shouted, drawing the crowd's attention to him.

Gina wanted to get him out of there, but Matt was reluctant to part with Amy. He still wouldn't leave.

"Kick out the people from Wilson Group. Don't ever cooperate with Wilson Group again," Mr. Newell

instructed the men beside him when he saw Matt's disrespect for Amy from afar.

Soon, some people went to drive Matt out, who was still resisting. Those men just carried him and

threw him out.

Gina picked up Matt's dropped shoe and followed them out. When she was about to walk out of the

door, she turned around and vowed fiercely, 'Amy, you will pay for what you did today.'

She thought that Amy was the one having Matt and her kicked out.

"Mr. Carter, let me go. Allison is watching. Aren't you afraid that she'll get angry?" Amy was not used to

Richard holding her hand all the time. She had never been so intimate with a man before.

"You're my wife. It's natural for me to hold your hand. Amy, don't you like me?" Richard whispered to

her. His hot breath tickled her ear and she laughed.

Allison was very depressed. Seeing Amy smile as Richard whispered in her ear, she became even

angrier. Everything that happened to her was Amy’s fault. It was all her fault. If it weren't for Amy's

instigation, Richard wouldn't have dumped her. Amy was such a bitch.

When the cocktail party reached its climax, the charity auction began. It was said that there was a

mysterious prize at the auction.

Mr. Newell was going to put a lot of his collection up for auction and planned to donate the money to

schools and hospitals after the auction.

Those luxuries were too costly for Amy. She didn't even think about having them. She didn't want them

either since they were impractical for her.

At 11 p.m., the mysterious prize was about to be revealed.

"We'll decide the mysterious prize by drawing lots. Everyone, please go to the door to get a slip of

paper with a number on it. In a while, Mr. Newell will draw a number. Whoever has the said number will

get the prize. Do you want to know what the prize is?" The host was trying to warm the atmosphere.

"Yes, yes," the people present responded one after another.

"I also want to know. Alright, go to the door and get your number. Good luck." After the host finished

speaking, someone came and helped everyone queue up to get the number.

Richard's number was 18, while Amy got number 21, which happened to be her age.

In a short while, everyone got their number and waited for Mr. Newell to draw the prize.

They held their breath when the spotlight shining on Mr. Newell. The mysterious prize was so exciting.

Mr. Newell reached into the box containing the numbers. He stirred inside first, and finally picked out a

number.

He gave the number to the host and stood aside.

The host kept the guests in suspense for a while longer. When he finally was about to announce the

number, everyone craned their neck out of curiosity.

However, Amy did not pay attention to what was happening on the stage. She was trying to get her

hand out of Richard's grasp.

"The lucky number is 21. Who has number 21? You are the lucky one!" the host finally announced.

Many people sighed because they didn't have the number, but who was Number 21? Everyone was

curious.

However, no one answered; no one knew who Number 21 was.

"Number 21, please come up and receive the mysterious prize." The host had said it three times, but

no one went up to the stage.

Richard glanced at Amy and asked her, "What's your number?"

Only then did Amy look at the paper in her hand. "Number 21," she said indifferently.

"Let's go. I'm taking you to receive the prize. You've won the prize." Richard felt that Amy was really

muddle-headed. She didn't even know that she had won the prize. Wasn't she a little stupid?

"I'm the lucky one?" Amy did not expect that she would win the prize at all. She had never won a prize

since childhood, yet today, she had won the mysterious prize!

Richard walked onto the stage with Amy in his arm. She was excited that she had won the prize,

thinking that bad luck had finally run out.

"The winner is a beautiful young lady. What's your name, miss?" The host continued speaking all the This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

time, but Amy did not hear a single word. She had been wondering what the mysterious prize could be.

After the host finished his speech, it was time for Mr. Newell to award the mysterious prize.

Someone came with a tray covered with the pleuche fabric. It was indeed very mysterious.