Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 628

Mr. Sanders shifted into a more comfortable position and said, "According to my analysis, I'm afraid Apex

Construction Corporations’ total output value this year won't even be half of last year's. In that case, | have to

ensure that | don't lose out on my investment even if | don't earn from it. I'm being reasonable, right, Director

Ramsay?"

Amelia immediately patted her chest as her warranty, "Mr. Sanders, | solemnly promise to you that your

company won't make a loss! The moment Apex Construction Corporation receives the right project, | can assure

you that we will prioritize installing your brand of bathroom products before anything else!"

Mr. Sanders sighed, "But I'm precisely afraid of the possibility that you can't get your hands on any project."

Amelia bit her lip. "Can you lower your requests? Apex Construction Corporation is in a life-and-death situation

now..."

"How about this," beamed Mr. Sanders, sly as a fox. "As long as you persuade your husband to invest in our

company, we won't hesitate to invest in Apex Construction Corporation, without the dividend too. What do you

say?"

Amelia did not know what to respond.

So was this the power play everybody was talking about? And if so, Amelia and Apex Construction Corporation

were at the bottom of the chain, huh?

Seeing that he had driven Amelia into a tight spot, Mr. Sanders could not help but ask, "In fact, President Ramsay

have a trump card right in your deck now. Why aren't you using it?"

Amelia took a sip of water from the glass and said, "I heard this French restaurant is the best in Northville. Is it

true?"

"Yes," replied Mr. Sanders. Then, very swiftly, he changed the topic back. "Then, my offer stands at six per cent

of extra dividend bonus per annum..."

"F*ck!" thought Amelia, having every desire to curse at him!

Apex Construction Corporation was not even just a pawn in the game, they had smarket shares in the

industry too! So why did these investors all have their minds set on Roxxon Corporation, a firm that had nothing

to do with real estate?

Were they blind?

"Calm down!" Amelia told herself.

Amelia gulped a few mouthfuls of water and then said, "Alright, we accept the six per cent bonus

dividend offer!"

Mr. Sanders showed a charming grin. "President Ramsay is indeed so full of vigor. It's so much easier to talk

business with you than with the former acting chair."

Amelia uttered gloomily, "That's because I'm stupid!" Otherwise, how could she let him lead her by the nose?

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Mr. Sanders kindly drawled on, "President Ramsay, don't worry. Our company won't hesitate to provide Apex

Construction Corporation with our best bathroom products upon requests."

"Okay." Amelia was pleased to hear that. After all, this was an investment that she strived for and earned herself.

"I'll have someone deliver the contract to you tomorrow after | sort it out at the office later. Please have a look at

it then."

"No problem." Mr. Sanders nodded, and his elated attention fell onto the table with a spread full of food.

"President Ramsay, can we eat now?"

"Sure..." Amelia was shocked to realize that she was so occupied with the investment that she had forgotten to

ask her guest to dig in!

She hastily replied, slightly ashamed, "Mr. Sanders, please enjoy!"

In the middle of their meal, a mature, refined figure of a woman attracted Amelia's attention.

She had just caught an accidental glimpse of her at first, but when she saw her face, the knife in her hand

slipped in response and almost scratched the back of her hand.

Mr. Sanders furrowed his brows at the sight of this.

In the blink of an eye, the graceful woman disappeared into the bathroom entrance. There was no air

conditioning in the restaurant, but Amelia still felt a chill shot down her spine. "President Ramsay? What's

wrong?"

Amelia tore her look away from the bathroom door with her heart thumping erratically in her rib cage and

crossed look with Mr. Sanders's perplexed eyes.

She struggled to form a word out of her mouth. Her soul seemed to have left her body as if only the shell of her

was speaking as she mumbled, "I'm fine."

But in actuality, her mind blanked out. She could not fathom why the woman, who should be teaching in the

village, would appear in this high-class restaurant in Northville.

Why was the teacher who was supposed to be suffering in the village, sitting in here, basked in jazzy music, and

enjoying a lavishly expensive French cuisine?

Could Amelia have mistaken her for someone else?

Amelia could not help but rub at her temples, suspecting that the pressure must be too much on her recently for

her to hallucinate in broad daylight.

Mr. Sanders noticed Amelia's attention had drifted to somewhere behind him. He thought he understood what

was happening and said, "President Ramsay, did you see someone you know? You should go over and greet

them, don't worry about me."

"No." Amelia's 'shell' of her body spoke for her again.

She picked up the glass of water and sipped it in an attempt to conceal herself. Amelia then gradually

straightened her back, her focus glued to the table where the woman sat before she left.

Because there was a barrier separating their tables, all she could see was a man sitting at the stable, who

looked unexplainably familiar from the back...

Before she knew it, the opulent woman returned. Amelia quickly discarded her dagger-like stare so as not to

attract their attention.

The relief in Amelia's eyes was instantly replaced by a shock of horror when she confirmed that she was not

hallucinating. Sissi was in Northville indeed!

Then, who was the man sitting in front of her?

Amelia's lips curled up in self-mockery at that thought. Who else could it be...

She could not help but cast a look

toward Sissi's direction again. Sissi

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Amelia could tell that Sissi was experiencing a state of pleasant surprise just by the look on her face.

Before Amelia could figure out what was the cause of her astonishment, she watched as Sissi took a small box

from the man's raised palm...

Dawning on her that Sissi's next course of action was to open up the box, Amelia held her breath without her

knowing.

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No matter how loud Amelia roared in protest in her heart, she still could not stop Sissi as she reached out her

hand and unclasped the box.

"Oh my goodness!"

Amelia could make out the words from reading Sissi's red lips!

Her heart began to ache and pulsated with pain.

Sissi must have received the world's best gift for her to express such exhilaration!

Then, what on earth was that gift?

As if Sissi shared the sthought as Amelia, she held the bottom of the box with one hand and reached into

the box with the other.

What she retrieved from it was... a shiny, golden key?

The key dazzled golden in the light, and each face of the key was imprinted with an emblem of cherry blossom.

Amelia felt as if oxygen was snuffed from the air and slumped feebly back into the chair...

Mr. Hayes took note of all of the anomalies in her behaviour in his mind.

He finally could not resist it anymore

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