Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 369

Amelia asked with a concerned tone, "What's your mother's name?"

Jessica's voice suddenly cooled down. "Her surnis Bland. She's a shrink."

Amelia knitted her beautiful brows immediately at that. Sometimes life just liked to play this kind of joke that one

could never be amused!

"What kind of person is she?" Calming herself down, Amelia kept asking.

Without a second thought, Jessica blurt out, "She? She's just a b*tch!"

Other than being silent, Amelia wasn't sure what else she could do.

Jessica emphasized, "You didn't get it wrong. She's a b*tch to me! You must have wondered why | never came

hall these years in college and at work. That's because of my mother! She makesfeel ashamed!"

Amelia had never heard her friend being so emotional. At the mention of the subject, Jessica spoke openly

herself, "When | was a freshman, my father was diagnosed with bowel cancer. Do you know what my mother

did? One day, | skipped

school to go home, only to find that she was pressed against the sofa by a man, leaving him to do whatever he

wanted to her. | beat that man away with a chair, but my mother slappedon the face and said | ruined her

plan! Ah, isn't it a shto have such a mother?"

Amelia swallowed hard. "She doesn't look like such a kind of woman..."

Jessica blanked for few seconds before she asked doubtfully, "Amelia, what do you mean by that? Have you seen

my mom?"

"You misheard me. | was saying that | didn't expect your mother to be such a kind of woman!" Amelia explained

in time.

"Oh, okay..." said Jessica.

Amelia wiped off a drop of sweat gratefully when Jessica did not ask more. "Jessica, do you hate her?"

Jessica said with a grudge, "More than that, | hate her guts! | swear I'll never see her again in my life!"

Amelia secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had her own concerns. If Jessica got involved because of Jocelyn,

should Amelia side with her husband or her friend?

Hearing that Jessica didn't care about Jocelyn anymore, she thought there was nothing to worry about. From

Jessica's comment, maybe Jocelyn wasn't as decent as she appeared to be.

After preparing herself, Amelia asked Jessica about Sierra before they said goodnight to each other.

There was a knock on the door.

Hearing the knocking, Amelia put down her cell phone and got out of bed to open the door.

Seeing a beautiful figure pressing towards her, Amelia was caught off guard and instinctively reached out to

support the other lady. "Amelia..." Florence pursed her lips and said to Amelia, "From tomorrow onward, | don't

have to serve that a*shole Hobart anymore."

"He has recovered?" Amelia asked.

Florence nodded weakly.

Amelia was amused, "Isn't that good?"

Florence looked sad. "It is. But deep down, | don't want to part with that a*shole—"

Amelia was surprised. Florence's words were a little intriguing. "Florence, you don't have a crush on him, do

you?"

Florence rolled her eyes. "Amelia, would you askuntil | finish my sentence? | don't want to part with

his mother!"

"Mrs. Smith?" At the thought of her unpredictable behaviors, Amelia had a mixed feeling.

"You have no idea that during the days | was in the hospital, not only Mrs. Smith did not hold a grudge against

me, she even cooked a lot of delicious food for me. I've put on weight. Pinch my face if you don't believe me."

Of course, Amelia wasn't going to pinch her face. "Don't you think it's difficult to communicate with Mrs. Smith?"

"Not at all. She's so funny, much funnier than our mother. But I'm afraid that | won't see her again." Florence

pointed her fingers regretfully, probably thinking of the food that she could no longer enjoy. The next day, at

Roxxon Corporation.

Amelia looked at the tand found that it was almost half-past five. She began to get excited. She was going to

celebrate Patrick's birthday at twelve o'clock tonight. Apart from the cake, should she prepare something else?

While she was pondering, her phone rang suddenly. She picked it up in a hurry and said, "Oh, hello, this is Amelia

Ramsay."

"Huh, Miss Ramsay." "Mr. Smith, you've been discharged from the hospital?" Even though she had heard about it

from Florence, she still asked out of politeness.

Hobart said, in a good mood, "Yes, | just left the hospital yesterday. I'm working now."

Amelia wasn't going to chat with him. "Well, you are working, so am I. That's it. See you."

Hobart chuckled. "Miss Ramsay, you don't have to hang up so quickly. I'm calling you for business's sake."

"Business?"

"Yeah, you haven't forgotten that Mills and Roxxon are still working together, have you?"

Amelia was at a loss for word for a short while. "I... Of course, | remember."

In fact, she almost forgot.

Hobart continued, "Here's the thing. | haven't had a chance to learn about Mills' sales while | was in the hospital.

Would you bring the sales report to me? | want it now." Amelia was flustered, "Now?"

Hobart gave a soft "hmm" before he asked, "Is there a problem? Isn't this responsibility of your sales

department?"

That being said, with so many things

that had happened recently, Amelia

was indeed a little eeysc rl

et please.gfve e two more

days, oh no, one day! Tomorrow,

before getting off work, | will finish

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"Don't take it for granted that you can bargain withbecause we are closer privately! | want the sale report

now. It's up to you!"

Amelia had to admit that Hobart was very scary when he got into a fit. Amelia's heart was thumping out of

shock.

"Mr. Smith, please letgo today. | do have something important to do," she said with a sigh.

"How can your business be more

important than mine? Hurry up, all

the senior managers of Mills are

waiting to hold the gniuel méeting

withryo febdrt Hobart refused to

back down. Amelia was so upset that

she almost wanted to hit her head

against the wall. She had been

responsible for Mills' skincare

products. Even if she asked Doris for

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Looking at the clock that showed it

was almost six o'clock, Amelia

comforted herself that there werestil

Six nous leftbefote hhelve: Anyway,

she Could finish the sales report

before twelve o'clock. After making

up her mind, Amelia picked up her

small-size portable laptop and rose

from her seat to go to Roxxon. The

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Having carefully recorded bills provided by the sales unit and read the questionnaires

of clients' feedback, Amelia held on to every second and typed so fast on the laptop.

But sometimes haste made waste. She had to proofread while typing, which took her a lot of time.