Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 152

Chapter 152: What’s In It For Me?
Of course, there was no question what, or more precisely, who, he was referring to. His eyes narrowed as they caught sight of Carlo’s split lip.

Amelia’s gaze moved along to follow, and when she realized Matteo was staring at Carlo’s injury, she stepped in.

“I’m fine, but it’s all thanks to Carlo,” Amelia said. “I’m treating him to kebabs in thanks. Do you wish to come along?”

“Of course,” Matteo said simply. “I’ll go wherever you go.”

“Hey, I’m not here to be a third wheel on your date! Let me go or I’ll start screaming!” Carlo demanded.

“No can do,” Amelia immediately rejected. She turned to Matteo and said, “Remember the internship I was talking about the last time? I think Carlo here has great potential. He could do well at your company, and he’s a quick learner.”

Matteo’s eyes raked over Carlo, seemingly scrutinizing every cell on that boy’s body. He said nothing, merely nodding toward the direction of the car.

“We’ll talk somewhere else,” he said. “Let’s not stand out here under the sun.”

Then, his gaze coldly swept across the road ahead of them where he caught sight of a familiar head ducking behind a building for cover.

“There’s no need to invite eavesdroppers to listen into our conversation.”

***

Carlo had no choice.

He was ultimately dragged along as a third wheel to Amelia and Matteo’s ‘date’. However, instead of seeing the blatant public display of affection he had mentally prepared himself to endure, Amelia was fairly quiet while Matteo seemed to have all his attention on him.

As Amelia had promised, they had arrived at a quaint little kebab store at the corner of a street far away from the heart of the city. The people here were ordinary citizens, and among them, Amelia and Matteo’s fancy outfits stood out jarringly.

However, Amelia acted just as though she was home. She expertly ordered food for the three of them without even needing to look twice at the menu. Once Matteo had said that he would eat anything she ordered, with Carlo reluctantly nodding along, she was off.

While Amelia got them some food, Matteo sat along with Carlo at their table, tucked away safely in a corner.

Matteo scrolled through his screen, quietly noting all of Carlo’s grades on the recent tests conducted in school.

“All As,” Matteo muttered, “when you were failing classes just last semester.”

“I didn’t cheat, if that’s what you’re implying,” Carlo said with a scowl. He turned back to glance at Amelia, his fingers clenching tightly together under the table.

“I didn’t,” Matteo replied, not even batting an eyelid or sparing the effort to look away from his phone. “I was just noting your improvement in just a few short months.”

Carlo snorted. “Hard to believe,” he said. “I know how the lot of you think. Just because a bottom-dweller has suddenly reached the top, they must’ve used some dirty tactics to get what they want.”

“I did use some dirty tactics,” Matteo said with a nod. His reply, however, caused Carlo to sit back, stunned.

He blinked dumbly a couple of times, stunned speechless, and at a loss for words. Then, as though the cogs in his head had finally decided to properly turn, Carlo shook his head.

“Are you implying…”

“Yes,” Matteo said. He finally spared Carlo a glance. “As you had so aptly put it, a ‘bottom-dweller’.”

“You’re the oldest son of the Montgomery family,” Carlo spluttered. “Not only that, you’re also the current CEO of X’el International. I might not be eighteen yet, but don’t take me for a clueless child!”

“Just because I am the CEO now doesn’t mean I always was,” was all Matteo said. “Neither does it mean that I always will be.”

He looked behind Carlo, prompting the youngster to turn as well when he noticed a gentle smile gracing Matteo’s cold expression.

“Sorry I took so long,” Amelia said sheepishly as she brought the tray over. There were three wrapped burritos, paired with three bowls of lentil soup and three cans of soft drinks. “They didn’t have the drink you wanted. I hope this is fine.”

Matteo nodded, standing up to take the tray from Amelia so as to ease her load. “You should’ve let me help.”

“You need to talk to Carlo,” Amelia said. She then looked at the teenager even though her words were addressed to Matteo. “Do you think he is suitable for a role at X’el?”

“His finals are in a couple of months,” Matteo said. “An internship now could cause his grades to slip.”

“I don’t need an internship,” Carlo growled. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.

His eyes, however, betrayed him when they strayed to the wrapped burrito. It did smell so good, much more aromatic than the grub that was fed to the kids at the orphanage. While the food wasn’t bad, it wasn’t anything he would particularly miss either once he hit eighteen years old.

“Eat,” Amelia said, pushing the tray closer to Carlo after she had placed hers and Matteo’s food in front of them. “As for the internship, there might be a way around it.”

Unwrapping the burrito, Amelia continued, “If Carlo can score well in the upcoming pre-finals tests, he could get a scholarship directly into Solara University. If that’s the case, he won’t need to participate in the finals― his spot in the university will be secured.”

“That’s impossible,” Carlo said, jolting upright. “I’ll need to be in the top five in the grade! What’s more, I will also need a recommendation letter from the school principal.” He grimaced, thinking back at all the things he had done in the school halls.

That old man would definitely not be writing him any recommendation letters anytime soon.

“Your letter is all but guaranteed if you work for X’el as an intern,” Amelia said. “You’ll just need to make sure your grades reach the top five.”

“You are fucking nuts,” Carlo grumbled, his vulgarities earning him a harsh, wordless glare from Matteo. “Why should I even intern at your fiancé’s company? What’s in it for you? What’s in it for me?”

“Easy,” Amelia replied. “X’el is a direct competitor of W&W Industries.”

At the mention of the company the Waltons owned, Carlo’s gaze turned dark. That brought a sadistic smile upon Amelia’s lips.

Amelia continued to nudge, her voice ever as enticing as a siren luring a sailor out to sea. “Don’t you want to show them what you’re capable of?”