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Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

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Chapter 407

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

we cin 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 cin." 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 stime.

"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, | 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.

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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. | 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!"

Jeremy echoed, "I'll go, too!"

Jeremy and Tiffany were not idiots. Detecting the chance for them to redeem themselves, they seized it without

hesitation.

Amelia said to Patrick when they were gone, "In fact, | like them a lot." "Aren't you supposed to likeonly?"

Patrick pinched her straight nose, pretending to be irritated.

Amelia pondered for a while before she said, "How could you be funnier than Mr. Roland and Miss Tiffany when

you keep a straight face all the time! Especially when Miss Tiffany is complaining about Mr. Roland, although Mr.

Roland always looks dumb, | know he's secretly aggrieved."

Patrick raised his eyebrows. "So you like dumb men?"

"Huh? When did | say that?" Amelia looked puzzled.

"No." Patrick didn't want to keep talking about other men. He took a look at her feet and said, "From today on,

have a good rest. Don't go look for any part-tjob anymore."

Amelia pulled her the blue dress she had worn the day before, and sighed quietly. "But | like these clothes very

much. To tell you the truth, | actually regard this as a chance to take artistic photos.

| got beautiful clothes, a professional photography team, and | don't need to pay for them. After the shooting, |

can bring the pictures to the stuand have them enlarged and framed. Then I'll hang them at hfor

memory. How wonderful it is!"

In the end, she sounded disappointed. "But | don't think that's possible now. My feet..."

Suddenly, Patrick felt his heart was empty. He had never realized such a small wish for her. He didn't even know

she wanted to take artistic photos.

The next second, he heard Amelia suggest excitedly, "How about taking pictures ofsitting in a chair and

photoshopping my injured foot?"

But she quickly discarded her idea. "But | can't. Those well-known photographers will fly overseas tomorrow.

Well... Is there any part-tjob that could getnice photos and money?"

Patrick looked at her with a doting gaze. "Since you want to take pictures, I'm asking them to stay in Northville

tomorrow. They would leave only when you're satisfied."

The next day.

Patrick did what he had said!

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photographers.

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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,

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I only made 1.2 million working

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the Scant | still owe Patrick more

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than 10 million. What should | do?

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Amelia looked down at it. Rick had

been at their house for more than

two months. His (hea

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now thick and strong. Its hair was

black and shiny while it grew heavier.

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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!"