Chapter 345

"Seriously? You know Mr. Taylor hates getting approached by strangers. You better stop crying unless you wanna get in big trouble." "Yeah, even if you’re crushing hard, control yourself a little!" Some people tried to calm the girl down in hushed tones. But the girl was mortified, wishing she could just vanish into thin air. Problem was, she was stuck in a running elevator, with no escape, so she could only push her way forward, annoying plenty of others. Amelia Johnson got shoved back again and again. She could feel it—someone’s eyes burning into her. Was it Damien Taylor? Did he... recognize her? Amelia shook her head quickly. Today’s outfit was the exact opposite of her usual look. There was no way Damien would figure out it was her. Clinging to that hope, she kept a low profile. But right then, her phone rang. In the cramped, silent elevator, the ringtone was piercing. In a panic, Amelia fumbled for her phone. The second she saw the caller ID, she hit decline without hesitation. It