My mystery lover

Chapter 91 I Only Want Five Hundred

The tray was placed in front of Amy. As Mr. Newell lifted the pleuche fabric with a smile, everyone saw

the mysterious prize. They all exclaimed in surprise, because there was nothing precious on the tray

but just an ordinary file pocket.

This was the mysterious prize? Many people thought that it wasn't something special. Mr. Newell was

so petty. There was probably a cheque for over a hundred thousand at most in the file pocket.

However, such a cheque was nothing in the eyes of those tycoons.

"Ms. Miller, let's welcome Mr. Newell to present our award," the host said in high spirits. Amy was glad

that she had won the award and walked towards the host in excitement.

Other guests clapped their hands to curry favor with Mr. Newell, but none of them was interested in the

mysterious prize.

Mr. Newell saw their expressions, and he also noticed the joy on Amy's face.

"Ms. Miller, can you guess what this award is?" Mr. Newell held the file pocket in his hand and asked

gently.

"It doesn't matter what it is. Anyway, this is the first time that I have won an award. I'm very happy, and

this is enough!" Amy was radiant with joy. She didn't even look at the file pocket and just kept smiling.

Mr. Newell was amused by her cuteness.

"It's good that you're not greedy. That’s a rare yet valuable virtue. If I tell you that there is only five

hundred in the pocket, will you be angry?" Mr. Newell asked.

As he kept Amy guessing, other guests were all curious to find out what exactly was in the file pocket.

"No. Anything is fine with me! It's an award anyway!" Only now did Amy turn to the file pocket.

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. Richard also smiled happily. His wife was easily content, and

he liked that.

"Alright, now I'm going to take the prize out of the file pocket." Mr. Newell took out the thing in the

pocket and handed it to the host beside him.

"The mysterious prize is ... Hold on a minute while I get my breath back. I'm so excited that I can't

breathe." The host kept the guests in suspense again.

"Ten percent stocks in the Newell Group!" Just as everyone was going to wait for a while, the host

suddenly announced it.

This caused a hullabaloo in the hall.

Ten percent stocks in the Newell Group! God, this was truly a big prize. It meant that Amy could earn

more than 10 million without working every year.

Although Amy had no idea what this meant, she could tell from others' expressions that it was worth a

huge sum of money.

"Ms. Miller, please sign your name here. Then you'll have ten percent stocks in the Newell Group!" The

host handed the contract and the pen to Amy.

A lot of people looked at Amy with envy. 'What a lucky woman! Mr. Newell is so generous. He should

use the shares as the award.'

However, Amy didn't take the contract or the pen.

"Mr. Newell, I'll accept it happily if this is really five hundred. But since it is the stock of your company, I

can't take it. I'm sorry," Amy said to Mr. Newell courteously.

The host's hand froze in the air. In the past few decades, he had never seen anyone who didn't want

money.

"The raffle was conducted under the supervision of everyone. And it was totally fair. I've said that I

would give you the mysterious prize, so how can I break my promise and take it back?" Mr. Newell

said. He stared at Amy in admiration, which she deserved.

"Mr. Newell, how about you give me five hundred? I really can't take the prize. I don’t think I deserve

such a big award," Amy suggested. She also thought she couldn't leave with nothing as it was really

rare for her to win an award.

Mr. Newell smiled heartily, thinking that Amy was really a good girl.

"Alright, I'll give you five hundred. But since you won the prize, I won't take it back. When you change

your mind, you can come to me to get the prize!" Mr. Newell didn't insist and asked his secretary to give

Amy an envelop with five hundred.

Amy got off the stage happily with the red envelope.

Many people thought she was silly, while some thought she was hypocritical. However, Amy was really

delighted.

"What a hypocrite! She actually refused money? She must be pretending. I think she'll definitely come

to Mr. Newell for the prize after the party," Allison curled her lip and said.

Hadrian glanced at his sister, but he didn't say anything for he didn't know Amy at all.

Amy got off the stage and walked to Richard, happiness written on her face.

"Take me out for dinner tomorrow. You won an award today. Let's celebrate!" Richard whispered in

Amy's ear.

Amy agreed. She got a reward of five hundred, so she thought she had to treat her friends to dinner.

She already decided who she should invite tomorrow.

The cocktail party ended well. Everyone had a good time, and many deals were concluded at the party.

Richard drove Amy to home, and she became talkative along the way.

"I'm so happy. I've never won a prize before. Today, I got 500. I'm going to take all my friends to dinner

tomorrow," Amy kept talking.

Richard didn't say anything. She only got five hundred, which wasn't enough for a big meal. However,

she was thinking about inviting all her friends to dinner. What a silly but cute girl!

Thinking of this, Richard couldn't help but hold Amy's chin and kiss her on the face. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Probably because Amy had drunk some wine before, she actually kissed Richard back on his face.

Richard was turned on by her sweet kiss. As they were about to arrive home, Richard thought to

himself, "I shall calm myself down now. Once we get back home, I will carry her directly to our bed!"

The car drove into the villa. Amy was still immersed in the joy of winning the prize. After parking the car,

Richard walked to the passenger seat and carried Amy out.

"Mr. Carter, I'm not drunk. I can walk on my own," Amy hurriedly explained to Richard.

However, Richard did not listen to her at all. He carried her to his bedroom before many

servants.