Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 407

Jeremy, who had been nervous at the door, summoned up his courage and asked, "Excuse me... Mr. Patrick, can we come in now?"

With his back on Jeremy and Jeremy, Patrick said to Amelia with a loud voice, "I'm asking them to get lost so you'll have a good rest."

Jeremy was speechless.

Seeing that Jeremy was heartbroken, Amelia softened and said to the two across Patrick, "Mr. Roland, Miss Tiffany, I'm fine. Please come in."

Patrick knitted his good-looking brows. But for the sake of Amelia, he finally didn't stop them from coming in.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ramsay. You got hurt because of our negligence. On behalf of Mr. Roland and the Scarlet Clothing Company, we're deeply sorry."

After saying that solemnly, Tiffany bowed.

If Tiffany had had a wreath in her hand, Amelia would have believed herself dead.

Amelia coughed and asked hesitantly, "And Valerie, she..."

Tiffany said, "She has been detained at the police station. This matter has a nasty effect on both her and the Scarlet's public image. If you agree, Miss Ramsay, we hope to settle it in private and leave no room for the media to twist it."

"No problem." Amelia was big-hearted and unwilling to trouble others.

Hearing her, both Jeremy and Tiffany gave a relieved look at the same time.

"Are you sure?" Patrick reminded her coldly.

According to his habit, Patrick wouldn't have been appeased without ripping off Valerie's legs. But he knew that Amelia was always soft-hearted and would probably let her off like that.

Amelia's pink lips parted as she spoke what Patrick had expected. "What goes around comes around. The law will punish her."

"You're right, Miss Ramsay. The Scarlet Clothing Company promised that all the cooperations with Valerie are canceled from now on. Mr. Hopper, I wonder if this arrangement is agreeable to you?" Tiffany asked politely.

On the way here, Tiffany had heard from Jeremy that Patrick intended to place a large order with them.

And the payment of this order was enough for them to operate for a whole year. How could she not be humble in front of Patrick?

Amelia smiled at Tiffany and said, "That's enough.

Mr. Hopper is magnanimous and never haggle over anything. Am I right, Mr. Hopper?"

Patrick's expression remained unchanged. He knew that Amelia was pleading for the Scarlet. "Silly woman. The Scarlet's employee has hurt her so badly, yet they couldn't even find out the culprit," thought Patrick.

Valerie could have gotten away with it if it wasn't for Patrick teaming up with the police officers to set a trap for her. What had these two leaders of the company done to help her from the very beginning?

Patrick opened his mouth to sentence the Scarlet to death when he heard Amelia calling him suddenly, "Mr. Hopper!"

"What's the matter?" Patrick immediately looked at her with concerns and forgot about his comments on the Scarlet.

"I'm hungry. I want stew."

Amelia looked at Patrick like a hungry cat, which he found it so hard to say no.

Tiffany offered, "I'll go buy it!"

The next day.

Patrick did what he had said!

When Amelia appeared in the studio in a wheelchair, she saw the sullen looks on those bearded foreign photographers.

Amelia thought they were displeased with her, only to overhearthem complaining that Patrick had ordered the airports in Northville to cancel their flight, leaving them here even if they wanted to go!

"Your CEO is so capable."

Tiffany, who had heard about the news, stood next to Amelia and sighed with mixed feelings.

"You bet," Amelia said proudly.

A month later...

Amelia, who was lying on the bed fumbling with the calculator, wailed, "I only made 1.2 million working part-time at the Crown Jewelry and the Scarlet. I still owe Patrick more than 10 million. What should I do?"

Near noon, with its bowl in its mouth, Rick opened the door not closed with its head and purred to its owner, asking for lunch.

Amelia looked down at it. Rick had been at their house for more than two months. His limbs, which had been too weak for it to stand, was now thick and strong. Its hair was black and shiny while it grew heavier. Rick didn't look as weak as it had been when it was first brought here.

"Rick." Amelia grabbed it and placed it on the bed. While touching its black skin, she said seriously, "You're as fat as a pig and eat five meals a day. What if you won't get a wife?"

Rick retorted inwardly, "Have you ever seen a bulldog that's not fat? Ignorant human being!"