Overflow With Fake Love
Chapter 33: He Doesn't Really Care About Me

Chapter 33: He Doesn't Really Care About Me 

The next day, the guard called Amy and said that someone was making trouble at the gate.

The Shallow Bay was staffed by armed bodyguards.

After what happened last night, even those who had relations with Amy weren't allowed to enter.

The scenery of the Shallow Bay was beautiful, with lake and garden scenery in sight.

The main house Amy lived in was a little far from the gate guard, and it was in the central place.

Amy decided to go out when she heard that the troublemaker was looking for her.

"Amy, they said they were your sister's college classmate, and they were here to visit."

Amy drew her brows together, and a trace of anger flashed across her eyes.

"Push me out," she said calmly.

The bodyguard quickly stood behind her and pushed the wheelchair for her.

An hour later, Amy arrived at the gate.

Why an hour? When Amy came out, she found the scenery in the villa was great, so she asked thebodyguard to push her around.

The sun was shining brightly.

It must be hard for those women waiting at the door.

Baked in the sun, they felt like they were about to get burnt and their makeup was ruined.

Compared to Amy, they were in a worse state.

With cold fury in their hearts, they cursed the moment when Amy was being wheeled over.

"Open the door.Isn't this Mia's villa? We're her classmates.We're here to visit!"

"It's so beautiful.I was so moved when I saw the photos sent by Mia.I didn't expect her to let us visit it."

"l heard that this villa was taken over by her sister.We are not only here to visit, but also to get even forMia!"

"Exactly!"

Outside the gate stood several girls, filled with righteous indignation!

"Amy, you robbed this villa from Mia and kicked her off? B*tch, you're her sister.How can you be sovicious?"

"Yes, you deserve to be crippled!"

Amy, however, said with a smile, "Did Mia tell you that?"

They did not expect Amy to laugh and became pissed off.

"You bitch! Let us in, and we'll teach you a lesson!"

"Mia said you were fooling around with boys in high school.I think you're a whore!"

"What a shame, bitch!"

These women were all girls who muddled in society.

In their opinion, the Turner Family was very rich, and Mia was generous, so she was someone theyusually tried to worship.

Now that they heard that she had been wronged, they were supposed to get even with her.

Looking at them who wore heavy makeup with holes in their pants, and pendants, Amy closed her eyesand said softly, "I remember you keep the pit bull, right?"

She asked the bodyguard behind her, who nodded quickly.

The villa enjoyed high standardized security.

There were a lot of bodyguards patrolling, and pit bulls, the most ferocious breed in the world, wereraised for security.

Amy said with a faint smile, "Go get the dogs out and take a walk.I guess these girls may like them verymuch."

They didn't know what had happened.

Seeing that the door opened, they couldn't believe that Amy let them in.

They were secretly cursing her.

But just as they took a few steps forward, before they could reach Amy, they heard the barking of dogsaround them.

Three pit bulls came running over, barking at them with menacing looks.

The pit bull was a breed of a dog born for battle.

It had no nerve endings under its skin.

Once it bit something, it would never let go.

Its body would also secrete a hormone that was not susceptible to pain.

They were unrivaled in battle.

"Ah! It's the pit bull!"

One of them immediately recognized it and soon they all ran out in panic.

The pit bull didn't disappoint Amy.

They chased them into the car before running back.

The two cars left with a flash of speed.

Amy nodded with satisfaction.

She had seen the pit bulls around the villa before.

They were supposed to be raised by bodyguards, and maybe it was because Paul didn't like them thatthey were kept far from the main house.

The bodyguard wheeled her back into the house.

With a smile, she took out her phone, and was shocked to see the updated news.

Paul, the disease-stricken son of the Howard Family, was the president of the Grand Group who ownedthe Shallow Bay! Amy was stupefied, wondering who exposed it.

The next second, when she refreshed it again, the news disappeared.

She frowned and refreshed several times, but she still couldn't replace the news.

In the evening, Paul came back from a business trip with a long face.

Tim, who was following him, also looked serious.

"What happened?"

Amy asked doubtfully, wondering if it had something to do with the news she saw today.

"Amy, someone exposed president's identity.Fortunately, our team handled it in time.Otherwise, it'd goviral in the Imperial City"

Tim sighed and was glad to hear that.Amy nodded.

It turned out that the news she saw was not her illusion.

"Amy, did you tell Mia or Myrna that you live in the Shallow Bay?" Amy shook her head.

She didn't contact the Turner Family unless they called.

"What about Vera? The only one who has been in contact with Mia recently is her.’’ She said, shakingher head again, "I didn't tell anyone about this."

Tim stopped talking and turned to continue investigating the matter.

At this time, Paul was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his eyebrows probably because he was tired.

Amy slowly moved the wheelchair to his side.

"Is it tricky?" she asked.

"I don't want to be exposed to the public," Paul said coldly.

Without replying to him, Amy realized that this was why he didn't want to reveal his identity.

She found him maverick.

In the next few days, Tim was investigating this matter, and no news was leaked.

Amy and Paul got along well.

She stayed there as long as Paul didn't chase her away.After all, if she went to Mrs.Tache, she wouldbe more uncomfortable than she was now.

In the Shallow Bay, she could wander around, so as not to shut herself indoors.

Paul treated her well.

He carried her downstairs and upstairs if she had any needs, but other than that, he never pay moreattention to her.

A month had passed in the blink of an eye, and she could barely stand up and walk.

Paul, who had little time at home, was reading the newspaper on the sofa.

When he found that her forehead was full of sweat, he looked away.

"You can dance?" He asked in a flat tone.

If he was not alone, Amy would have thought he was talking to himself.

"Yes, but I'm not quite good at it."

She wasn't brought up to learn dancing.

It was because Carlos was interested in watching dancing that she learned it secretly.

For she had missed the best time to learn dancing, she made much more effort learning it.

The pressure on her legs and tiptoe brought by every practice made her scarred.

However, at that time, she had nothing but courage.

She supported herself on the sofa and walked slowly to him.

After sitting down beside him, she took a piece of paper from the coffee table and wiped the sweat offher forehead.

Paul closed the newspaper and checked the time.

"Since you can walk, I'll ask Tim to send you back."

Amy's mouth twitched.

She was about to say something when Paul's eyes fell on her.

"I let you stay here for the sake of your injury, and I don't want grandpa to bother me."

It was because of Old Mr.Howard that he had looked after her for so long.

Amy pursed her lips, knowing that she was in no position to stay here.

This dream fizzled out at last.