Raised From The Wild Chapter 292: Take Care Of Her

Chapter 292: Take Care Of Her

Frederick sent a ssage to Marx to call him after the concert.

When the concert was over, Marx advised Amaya to make a phone call. He found a quiet corner on the left side of the stage and returned his father’s call.

"You finally called. Marx, rember that Fiona’s father is the Governor. We cannot afford to offend him." Frederick tried to speak patiently.

"Dad, I am no longer Fiona’s fiance. She cannot make demands on ."

"Since you are also in Lireya, what is the problem of taking care of her? She will be your future sister-in-law."

"She has bad intentions," Marx said curtly.

"What do you an that she has bad intentions? She did not go to Lireya to find you. She went there for work."

Frederick was getting impatient.

"Just accompany her in one or two of her engagents."

"I don’t have ti, Dad. Besides, her manager and her assistant are always there to accompany her."

Frederick was getting angry. The veins on his forehead popped out and his brows were furrowed. Then he rembered that the three months that Marx requested were almost up.

"If you don’t want to accompany Fiona, you better get back here and take care of the Skylar Conglorate. Stephen is facing a lot of issues."

"Dad, I will be staying here in Lireya for a few more months," Marx said in a calm voice.

"What the hell are you talking about? You co back here as we agreed before and take back Skylar Conglorate from your brother. The company’s performance has been declining ever since your plane crash."

"Your firstborn and his twin sister were so confident that they could manage the company well. It is only been three months, Dad. Give him more ti."

Marx heard his father’s sigh from the other end of the line.

"Karl is complaining that his workload doubled. He said that if he did not work hard, the company’s decline would be even faster." Frederick’s tone was exasperated.

Marx chuckled.

"Isn’t that good? it is ti for Karl to grow up. He used to be so dependent on ." Marx paused for a while. He was contemplating whether to tell his father about the mission. In the end, out of respect, he decided to tell him.

"I took out a mission for the Alliance and I will not be back for six months to probably a year." He said calmly. Then he heard a loud crash from the other side of the line. He was imagining his father taking his morning coffee. Did he just drop his coffee mug?

"What did you say? You took out a mission? Are you crazy Marx?" His father sounded angry and anxious at the sa ti.

"Grandpa did not have any objection when I told him." Marx cast a glance at Amaya who was looking at him. He made a signal to wait a little more.

"Marx, why are you so reckless? There is no need for you to do that. So people are more qualified to take missions than you. The Conglorate needs you more."

Marx’s grip on the phone tightened. Did his father look down on him?

"Grandpa, agreed Dad. You can talk to him." Marx was getting impatient.

"Is it because of that woman that you want to stay in that godforsaken place?" Frederick’s tone was accusing.

"Yes. But it is not the only reason. Besides, Lireya is a beautiful place. Far more refreshing compared to the concrete jungle of Usturia."

Marx was always a straightforward person. He was not one who would like others to second-guess his thoughts. The reason why he beca a top CEO was because his directives were very clear and he was decisive.

Frederick released a deep breath.

"Since you already decided to stay there, try to improve your relationship with Fiona...."

"Dad, I have to go. I have already held up the others for long." Marx interjected. He did not wait for his father to finish before hanging up.

When Frederick failed to get a positive response from Marx, he called his father. Hendrix should be able to persuade Marx to take care of Fiona.

While Marx was on the phone, Fiona took the opportunity to chat with Princess Amaya. Her strategy was to befriend Amaya to be closer to Marx.

"How is student life, Princess Amaya?" Fiona asked in a friendly tone. There was a tremor in her voice when she addressed her as ’Princess.’ She hated it but she had no choice.

Julienne frowned and stepped closer to Amaya in a protective stance.

Amaya noticed the fluctuation in Fiona’s voice but did not understand what it was.

She smiled brightly. "It is good. I am having fun." She said in a bubbly voice.

"You were in high school or still in elentary? This is your first experience in school, right? When I was eighteen I was in my second year in university." She said condescendingly.

Julienne pursed her lips. Amaya had no sense at all that Fiona was looking down at her.

"Really? My first few weeks in school were spent in senior high school. Then the principal said that I could move to college. It is my first month in college." Amaya said casually.

"What? You started as senior high school? Ah right. The school is owned by the governnt so they must have given you special privileges."

Julienne glared at Fiona. She was about to retort when Amaya’s stern voice entered her ears.

"Miss Chase, do not slander the managent of the state-owned school. I took the entrance exams for elentary and high school and based on my results, I qualified to enter Senior High School."

Amaya was still a naive young woman but she understood that Fiona Chase was insinuating that Amaya’s family used underhanded ans to enter school.

"I also entered the Lireyan Alpha University because of my ability. So be careful with your words Miss Chase."

Fiona smiled awkwardly. She did not expect the princess to retort her in a straightforward way.

Julienne grinned. She gave Amaya a thumbs-up. She did not expect that the innocent princess could handle a scheming woman like Fiona Chase.

Fiona’s pretty face blossod with a smile. Amaya thought that she was smiling at her but she looked past behind her. Amaya looked back to see that Marx had finished his call and was walking toward them.

"You are finally done with the call. I am hungry Marx. I haven’t eaten supper yet..." Fiona stepped forward but for so reason, her stiletto twisted and she fell to where Marx was.