Chapter 423
Greatly pleased by Doris's praise, Patrick took out a few cash from his wallet again. "Take them. Have something
good tonight." "Thank you, Mr. Hopper!" Doris happily took the money and cheerfully ordered all the snacks and
drinks.
After receiving the change, Doris looked over her shoulder to return the money to Patrick, only to find him turned
around and left.
Doris thought for a while and suddenly handed the money to Amelia. "Amelia, you know Mr. Hopper well. How
about you return the money for me?"
Amelia asked with confusion, "Why don't you give it back to him yourself?"
Doris was frustrated and a little annoyed by that. "Amelia, you are so terrible at taking advantage of
opportunities. When you return the money to Mr. Hopper, you could take the chance to bond with him, right?"
Amelia raised the end of her eyebrow. "Why do you wantto bond with him?"
Doris said in a serious manner, "As the saying goes, great trees are good for nothing but shade. If you have a
good relationship with Mr. Hopper, our department is sure to have a promising future." Amelia gripped the
money in her hand. According to her understanding of Patrick's personality, he would be angry if she returned
this little money to him.
After pondering for a while, Amelia put the money back into Doris's hand and said, "Since Mr. Hopper gives the
money to you, he certainly doesn't expect to have it back. Just take it and regard it as a gift for Christmas."
After that, without giving Doris a chance to protest, Amelia told the salesgirl to deliver the food they ordered to
their rooms and left.
"Hey, Amelia, wait..." Doris stamped her feet and hurried after Amelia.
When the group entered the room, Mamie seized the moment to sit on the right next to Patrick. Lily followed
closely behind her and sat down on the sofa on the other side of Patrick.
Soon, beers, fried chicken, popcorn, and French fries were served on the table by the waiters. Lily tried to coax
Patrick to eat sin the way she did to other male clients, only to find him dodging the food she presented to
him and taking out a cigarette from his pocket to smoke.
He was very elegant. Far from being repulsive, his smoking in the public was such a pleasure to watch.
Not only Leslie, but Mamie and other beautiful women in the PR were a little charmed.
Seeing them, employees from the sales department gave looks of disdain simultaneously. "Huh, those vixens in
the PR look like they're going to eat Mr. Hopper alive. I'm sick of it!"
Another followed, "That is one of the reasons why the PR is unpopular. They are always slutty to whoever in front
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Just as the sales department was in agreement, a pleasant but slightly sad male voice came. "Ladies, so you
have that many misunderstandings about our department."
Almost at the stime, everyone turned their heads to the man speaking and found a boy with short orange
hair, dimples, and a cute and enchanting smile...
But precisely, he was already an adult. Just because of his fair, tender face, he was easy to be mistaken for a
teen.
"You are... Timothy Gibbon?" Lily searched her memory and asked with uncertainty.
"Yes, that's me. Ms. Seth, you have such a good memory." With a smile, Timothy pointed to an empty seat beside
them with the hand holding beer and requested, "Ladies, the sofa over there is too crowded. Can | sit here with
you?"
"Of course. Welcome!" Timothy was handsand, more importantly, polite. How could they have the heart to
refuse him!
Not interested, Amelia was having her snakes. She didn't even pay attention to what Timothy looked like.
The next second, she felt the sofa beside her sank, and then a bottle of beer was in front of her. "May | have a
drink with you?"
Amelia looked back at him coolly, which aroused his interest in her even more.
"Con, doa favor. | am Timothy Gibbon from the PR. CallTimo or Tim."
Amelia turned away, pretending not to hear what he had said, and began to chat with people from the sales
department.
Being overlooked again, Timothy was not discouraged. With his good looks, he slipped into the conversation of
the sales department and made it difficult for Amelia to ignore him. Suddenly, the one responsible for the music
asked through the microphone, "Who's going to sing 'You're MarryingToday"!"
"Me!" "Give it to me!"
A large number of microphone hogs yelled.
Mamie looked at Patrick and asked, "Mr. Hopper, would you sing a song with me?"
Patrick pursed his lips and said directly, "I can't sing."
"No way?" Mamie looked surprised. Shouldn't this man be omnipotent?
Patrick took the cigarette from his lips with one hand and pointed at his throat with the other. "I have a hoarse
and low voice from smoking. You won't like it."
Mamie let out a shy smile. "No one's not going to like you. We all admire you very much."
After that, she looked at Patrick expectantly. If he liked her, he would definitely say something to the hint in her
words.
But to her surprise, the feeling Patrick gave out changed abruptly. The next second, the cigarette between his
fingers was broken into two by him!
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