Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 398

"It wasn't me." Hobart seemed to be harmless, but the gloating look in his eyes was obvious.

Noticing that Milton seemed to be on the verge of beating the sh*t out of Hobart at the counter, Maryanne

hurried to say, "Milton, it has nothing to do with Hobart. | was just passing by and accidentally saw you and

Hobart. So | decided to cin to say hello and invite you for lunch by the way. Are you available?"

Milton froze for a second, then subconsciously cast a glance at Amelia.

Maryanne was somewhat upset to see that without Amelia's allowance, Milton couldn't even decide whether to

have a meal with her or not. She said to Amelia stiffly, "Don't you still have Hobart to help you here? Can Milton

cwith me?"

"I didn't force him to stay. As long as he likes, he can go with you at any time," Amelia said flatly.

Hobart urged, "Why aren't you leaving yet? Be careful that my sister might be jealous."

Milton knew Maryanne so well that to avoid a quarrel, he held himself back and said, "It's just a meal. Let's go."

After Milton left with Maryanne, Amelia muttered to herself, "Maryanne... seems to have changed."

"Huh?" Hobart asked with interest, "What had changed about her?"

"Well..." Amelia prepared for her wording before she answered, "I feel that she has becreasonable. In the

past, she would have pointed atand callednames when she ran into me."

At the door of the store, looking up at Milton's profile, Maryanne tried her best to forget about the unpleasant

and asked, "What shall we have for lunch?"

Milton said perfunctorily, "Whatever."

At the thought that Sierra had mentioned Milton's preference for hot pot, Maryanne suggested, "Then... shall we

go for hot pot? It's so cold. Eating something hot will warm us up."

Hot pot? Milton remembered that it was one of Amelia's favorite, so he unconsciously agreed. "Well, | know there

is a Welcoming Chinese Hotpot Restaurant. It's not far from here. I'll take you there." "Okay!" Maryanne replied

briskly, her uneasiness dispelled by his agreement.

When Milton went for his car, he caught sight of a luxury car parking nearby. He found it familiar but couldn't

remember where he had seen such a license.

Maryanne jumped into the car first and urged, "Hurry up. I'm starving."

"Coming." Milton turned his puzzled gaze away, missing Patrick's eyes that were glittering at the success of his

plan.

One had gone. Would the other wait for too long? Resting in the car, Patrick was complacent.

As expected, not long after Milton and Maryanne had left, another car came. The door opened, and Florence's

lovely face popped out.

She scratched the back of her head as she looked around and murmured, "Well... Where's that idiot Hobart?"

When she saw the sign of the Crown Jewelry Company above, she immediately rushed in and pushed her way

through the people in front of her while shouting regardless of her reputation, "Sir! Don't hit Hobart. I've brought

money he needs!"

The customers were wordless.

Hobart was at a loss for word.

So was Amelia.

Florence, who had managed to the counter, was stunned at the sight of the unharmed Hobart and Amelia, who

should not have been here. "You... why are you here together! And you, Hobart, aren't you detained by the

owner because you didn't have any money with you?"

Hobart looked at Florence as if he was looking at an idiot. "Do you think I'm the type of person who goes out

without enough money?"

"But... Patrick said..." Florence's voice weakened gradually. Only then did she realize that she had been fooled by

her own brother. But why would Patrick do this?

Hobart narrowed his eyes. "Patrick? Patrick told you | had no money and was detained here?"

Florence nodded in confusion and asked the squestion again, "Hobart, Amelia, why are you two here at the

stime? And you look like sellers."

Amelia said directly, "I have nothing better to do on the weekend, so I'm here doing a part-tjob."

Hobart replied seriously, "I'm here to experience the hard life of the people at the bottom of society."

Except for a dull "oh", Florence could not find anything else to say.

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Hobart rubbed his aching chest and said in annoyance, "Hey! Wasn't that just a joke? Seriously? She's so rude. It

serves her right to have no boyfriend at such an old age!"

After that, Hobart seemed to have realized something and went still. He put on an apologetic smile at Amelia

and said, "I'm not talking about you."

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"Don't cback. I'm ready to get off work for lunch," Amelia said bluntly.

"You are so heartless! After taking advantage of me, you kickedto other women!" Indignant, Hobart left the

words and hurried off in Florence's direction.

"Phew-" After sending away these two troublemakers, Amelia heaved a sigh of relief.

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She looked up at Mr. Cosmo. Seeing that he was beaming, Amelia knew he was very satisfied with the sales in

the morning. Amelia smiled and said, "Mr. Cosmo, do you mind if | go out to have lunch before | cback?"

Mr. Cosmo almost regarded Amelia as the one who would make him rich. "How can | allow you to buy yourself a

meal? Miss Ramsay, if you don't mind, may | treat you to lunch?"

"He already took advantage offor a day of my hard work at the cost of 99. What's wrong with him buying me

to lunch?" thought Amelia.

"He should buylunch! And I'm going to order the most expensive, most delicious dishes to repay my hard

work!" She added inwardly. "Well, since you insist. I'm telling you what | want. Well... | want a banquet."

Amelia smiled innocently as if she had no idea how much manpower, ingredients, or money was needed for a

banquet.