Chapter 6: My Apologies, Miss Adams!

After finishing her plate of macaroni, Georgia took one last glance at Kayden's retreating figure. She recalled what he had said last night about helping with the contract. Could Kayden really pull it off?

Oh, what was she thinking? Even if Kayden had regained his memories, how could he possibly handle the high and mighty Atkinson family? They were the wealthiest people in the entire Southwest region, for crying out loud.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Georgia headed out.

As she hopped on her motorcycle, her head was buzzing with Kayden's strange behavior. What astounded her most was the macaroni he had cooked. She never imagined Kayden could whip up such a delicious dish. The taste still lingered in her mouth.

It was absolutely mouthwatering! A flavor that even several nearby restaurants couldn't match.

Could Kayden have been a chef in the past? If so, that wouldn't be too bad. At least she'd get to enjoy tasty meals every day.

As she was reminiscing about the macaroni's flavor, suddenly, a car whooshed past her. There happened to be a puddle nearby, and as the wheels hit it, water sprayed everywhere, drenching Georgia from head to toe.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, her motorcycle wobbled dangerously, nearly sending her sprawling onto the ground.

After the initial shock wore off, she looked up angrily, ready to give the driver a piece of her mind. But upon seeing it was a BMW X6, she immediately knew what was up. Several people stepped out of the car, with Jamie at the wheel, accompanied by Layla and their two younger siblings.

The smug grins on their faces made it clear this was no accident.

Before Layla could say anything, Jamie chimed in with a fake apologetic tone, "Oh my, who do we have here? Isn't it our family's lucky charm? I'm so sorry, my dear sister. I didn't see that puddle there! My bad for getting you all wet. It's this darn steering wheel, you know? It's so light, the slightest touch sends it veering off course. But don't worry, that'll change soon. Grandma promised me a Porsche for my birthday in two months."

Georgia looked down at her soaked clothes, gave them a quick pat, and was about to ride off. She couldn't be bothered to waste her breath on someone like Jamie.

But before she could leave, Layla piped up. "Ooh, Jamie, looks like you've upset our family's darling. Watch out now, she's Grandma's precious little gem these days. If Georgia goes crying to Grandma, you can kiss that Porsche goodbye."

Before Jamie could respond, their younger sister chimed in, "What are you guys on about? Georgia would never abandon that dimwit. How could she possibly marry that Mr. Scott? Don't you know, Grandpa entrusted that dimwit to Georgia's care. Grandpa doted on Georgia the most, she'd never go against his wishes, right?"

Jamie nodded vigorously. "Exactly! Georgia would never be the type to ditch her husband."

Everyone burst out laughing, except for Georgia, whose face had turned ashen. She gritted her teeth, feeling a momentary surge of resentment towards her grandfather, though it passed quickly.

In reality, Jamie dreaded the thought of Georgia marrying some big shot like Mr. Scott. If she did, her status would skyrocket. Not only would she benefit, but her entire family would gain considerable influence.

Jamie had always been jealous of how much their grandfather spoiled Georgia, and after his death, Jamie took every opportunity to make her life difficult. If she suddenly rose to power, who knows what methods she might use against him? That was the last thing Jamie wanted to see.

Georgia remained silent and was about to ride off. But as she passed by Jamie, he grabbed her arm, blocking her path.

He snickered and gave her a once-over, asking, "So, Georgia, where are you off to?"

Before Georgia could answer, Layla sneered, "Isn't it obvious? She's going to negotiate that contract with the Atkinson family! Didn't she say yesterday afternoon that she'd figure out a way to seal the deal?"

"Pfft!" Jamie couldn't contain his laughter, pointing at Georgia. "Georgia, are you serious? You're going to sign a contract riding this thing? I think you're going for a comedy act! Are you trying to embarrass the Adams family, or do you think so little of the Atkinson family?"

Georgia's face flushed red as she shoved Jamie's hand away. "Excuse me, but could you all please move? Unlike you, I can't afford to lounge around all day without working. You all know why I am riding this to sign a contract! All our family's money has gone to you young masters and misses. Where would I get the cash for a car?"

With that, Georgia sped off on her motorcycle, her heart a jumble of emotions. If she had any other choice, she wouldn't be riding this to sign a contract.

After Georgia left, Layla turned to Jamie. "So, what do we do now? If she manages to sign that contract, Grandma will be impressed all the same. Her standing in the family will improve either way."

Jamie scoffed, his face darkening, "You think she can actually sign that contract? If it were that easy to land a deal with the Atkinson family, our Adams family wouldn't even be in the picture."

"Let's head back and fill Grandma in. When she hears about Georgia riding a motorcycle to sign a contract, she won't be pleased either."

Inside the Atkinson Group's office in Hiphia, a young man in his mid-twenties sat in a chair. His clothes were simple and modest, looking like they cost no more than a few bucks. Yet behind him stood a tall, robust man in his forties, impeccably dressed with an air of wealth and power. Strangely enough, this imposing figure seemed to bow and scrape before the young man!

Beckett stared at the scene, utterly dumbfounded.

The forty-something man was none other than his boss, Fletcher Atkinson, head of the most powerful family in the Southwest! Beckett rarely got to see such a distinguished figure even once a year, yet here Fletcher was, looking so humble before this young man!

Who on earth was this guy? Could his status really be that high?

In Beckett's mind, Fletcher was top dog, but this young man seemed even more powerful. It was mind-boggling!

"Is everything clear?" Fletcher asked sternly.

Beckett wiped the cold sweat from his brow, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Atkinson, crystal clear!"

"Defender, do you have any other instructions? You can tell Beckett directly. He's quite useful here in Hiphia," Fletcher said, looking at the young man with a fawning expression.

Kayden gave Fletcher a cool glance before saying, "I trust your people."

Pleased by the compliment, Fletcher broke into a satisfied smile. "It's always an honor to serve you! By the way, would you join me for dinner tonight?"

As the two left the office, Beckett couldn't help but take a deep breath, his back drenched in sweat. A question nagged at him, just who was that young man?

Moments later, Georgia arrived at the entrance of the Atkinson Group. She had just parked her motorcycle and was mustering up the courage to go in when a uniformed man stopped her.

"Hey, you! Did you ride that motorcycle here?"

Georgia glanced back at her bike, her face reddening as she replied, "Y-yes, I did."

The security guard looked her up and down, thinking it odd for such a pretty woman to be riding a motorcycle. He asked, "Don't you know there's no parking here?"

"I'm so sorry! I'll move it right away. I'm here to see Mr. Robinson."

The guard thought he must have misheard. "You're here to see Mr. Robinson? What for?"

"I want to discuss a business collaboration with him."

"Collaboration? What collaboration? You rode a motorcycle here to talk business? Are you out of your mind?"

He added mockingly, "You see all sorts these days. Coming to discuss business on a motorcycle, what a joke."

The guard had always prided himself on working security for the Atkinson Group. Even though he lived in a dormitory, he still looked down on motorcycle riders like Georgia.

Georgia's face turned beet red with embarrassment when she heard the mockery.

"What's going on here?" Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out.

A well-dressed man with a serious expression strode towards them.

Seeing him approach, the guard quickly said with a smile, "Mr. Robinson, this woman says she's here to discuss a contract with you. She rode in on a motorcycle! I was just about to send her away so she wouldn't offend your eyes."

SLAP! Before the guard could finish, Beckett delivered a stinging slap to his face.

He then hurried over to Georgia, his face filled with panic as he said, "I'm so sorry, Miss Adams!"