Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 394

"Yes, this cover is of great significance to our company. If you're willing to accept the offer, we could pay you 200,000 as a deposit, and the other eight hundred thousand will be paid after the shooting."

One million! Amelia could hear her heart beating. She asked decisively, "Where should I go?"

After telling Amelia the location, Tiffany said nervously, "Miss Ramsay, if you're available, please come over now. You're our new model, and we need to discuss with you some details that need to be refined."

Of course, Amelia couldn't agree more.

After the call, in a good mood, she was about to put her phone back into the pocket when she found the screen lighted up again, followed by a text message with a sneer of victory...

"Mrs. Hopper, how's your part-time job? If you can't get one, just come back, in case your legs get thick from too much running."

Amelia scoffed and replied immediately.

"There's no need for you to worry about me, Mr.

Hopper. Everything went very well today." Patrick, who was far away at the Land of Fragrance, sneered when he saw the reply and took it as Amelia being reluctant to admit her defeats.

Then his cell phone rang. Patrick put it through and heard his secretary's voice. "Mr. Hopper, we've basically brought up all the drinks in Northville. When do you think it is time for a showdown?"

When they bought the drinks from other companies, Roxxon had signed NDA with every owner of factories. If they dared to reveal the deal before Roxon did, they would be sued.

At the thought that today was the day for the Limoncello of Dream's open ceremony, Patrick had a cruel smile on his lips. "Let's do it today."

Roxxon had bought almost all the drinks in the market and sold them at half-price for an extended period. How could Ryan fight against Roxxon on his own!

Patrick would just wait patiently for Ryan to beg him.

At the same time.

After taking Amelia's hint, Ryan did not wait around for the attack. His assistant, who had gone to inquire about the factories in Haber District and Yeats Road, brought the information back. "Mr.

Quartley, there's something strange about the two regions you asked me to investigate. Yesterday, I disguised myself as a customer and went to several factories and companies to buy a batch of drinks. But they said they couldn't provide that many products in a short time. When I asked whom they had sold the drinks to, their answers were so vague."

"I see. You could go," Joe said as he held his forehead, lost in thought.

At the Scarlet Clothing Company.

At first, Scarlet had emailed Amelia to be a substitute fortheir most important model. Now that the model was hospitalized, they were very polite to Amelia.

As for the reasons? First, Amelia was still popular. Second, Amelia's height and build were very close to the model. The tailor-made clothes for the model suited Amelia so well that there was no need for any changes!

When Amelia walked out of the dressing room, everyone replaced their previous anxious look with obvious relief.

Amelia was in a blue sweater and a black dress that was over her knees. Coupled with her beautiful appearance and gentle temperament, she looked like an aristocratic lady from some famous paintings.

The CEO of the company was so excited that he rushed over and grabbed Amelia's hands before shaking them and saying, "Miss Ramsay! Thank goodness you're here, or I'd be doomed!"

Tiffany wanted to roll her eyes at her boss's behaviors that did not accord with his superior status. Then she turned to Amelia, who was a little overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. "This is Mr. Roland, he took over Scarlet from his father last month."

Tiffany glanced at him and said evenly, "Aren't you my fiance?"

Jeremy was at a loss for words.

He turned his gaze to the computer and clicked open an unread email indignantly. Jeremy's eyes grew wider as he read every word, and his breathing became more and more labored!

"What's the matter?" asked Tiffany, next to him.

"Oh, no..." Jeremy pointed to the screen with his shaking finger, looking like he had been haunted. "Mr. Hopper from Roxxon emailed me this morning, asking me not to offer any part-time job for a woman called Amelia Ramsay. What should I do? Can I go back on my word?"

Tiffany elbowed her way in front of the screen. After carefully reading the email sent by Patrick, she said with a gloomy face, "We have signed the contract. What's more, we don't have a substitute better than Amelia. Let's just make the best of the mistake."

"But how should we explain it to Mr. Hopper?" As a businessman, Jeremy knew more about Roxxon's power and Patrick's capability.

Tiffany curled her lips and said, "Just tell him we didn't receive the email."

At the Land of Fragrance.

When Amelia got home, it was almost dark outside. Holding the two hundred thousand check tightly, she knocked on the door to Patrick's room and showed the check to him. "I'll pay you two hundred thousand first. I'll pay the rest by installments."

Patrick took the check quietly and checked it for a while before he asked in surprise, "Is this real?"

Amelia said proudly with her head high, "Of course it's real! I got it by my own talent and charm."