Chapter 26


    Before entering into the private room, Amelia suddenly remembered that she had not told Patrick


    that she would not go home for dinner tonight.


    When she took out the phone, the only power of the phone was gone. Since she hadn''t kept her


    husband''s phone number in mind, it was impossible to talk to him via phone box.


    The attendant said, "Miss Ramsay, Mr. Miller is in the suite. Please wait for a moment. I''ll invite him


    toe to meet you."


    Amelia looked around and sat down close to the door.


    After a while, the waiters brought dishes to the table one after another, including abalone, lobster,


    crabs...


    And a few bottles of vodka in the ice bucket. Amelia sneered at this high-blood pressure match.


    At this time, there was a rush of footsteps behind her. She looked back and greeted him.


    Mr. Miller was fat and strong. As he walked, the fat on his cheeks and belly were floating in the air.


    "Miss... Miss Amelia!" The fat man was deeply attracted by the smooth face and curving body of


    Amelia and shook hands with her. "You''re really beautiful as heard!"


    Amelia asked, "Sorry?"


    Sure enough? Had Mr. Miller heard of her before?


    "Oh, no, no." Mr. Miller kept Amelia''s hand tight and weed her obsequiously, "Sorry to keep you


    waiting, my dear. Why didn''t you start? You know these abalone and lobster are really really fresh."


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    Amelia smiled embarrassedly and said, "Boss, you''re holding my hand, so how can I start?"


    Mr. Miller reluctantly let her hand go. The reason why he dyed signing the contract was that he


    was very dissatisfied with Roxxon''s representatives, who were not his tastes at all and he didn''t


    even look at them.


    During the previous negotiations, someone mentioned that Amelia Ramsay, the Director of Sales,


    was young and beautiful. It was coincident that thisdy director reached out to him, so the crafty


    man took the advantage and agreed to meet her.


    It was normal that the youngdies in the market were taken advantage of physically and verbally


    and Amelia were mentally prepared before she came. As long as this concupiscent man didn''t go


    too far, she would try her best to bear it.


    After a few mouths of the dishes in a hurry, Mr. Miller took out the iced vodka, serving her in the cup


    and asked, "My dear, let''s have a toast?"


    She stared at the goblet, which was long as an index finger. She was a bit terrified as the situation


    might be unpredictable and the vodka was strong.


    Mr. Miller seemed to figure out Amelia''s hesitation and suggested, "I think both of us are keen to the


    contract, right? Well, I sign and then you drink, okay?"


    Mr. Miller signed without a word. To remove Amelia''s worry about his genuineness, he stamped


    firmly.


    Seeing this, she drank the whole goblet in a second.


    "Mr. Miller, excuse me, I wanna use the toilet." Feeling spicy, hot and burning in the throat and all


    over, Amelia said in a low voice.


    When she left the private room, Mr. Miller smiled slyly. He had ecstasy put in the wine before she


    arrived and everything would be in his control.


    A few minutester, Amelia was carried back by two waiters. The ruttish man couldn''t wait any


    longer, hugging her slim waist overeagerly and asked the waiter to leave.


    The moment when he was about to tear off Amelia''s cor and kiss her, bangs rang out from the


    door and a long, drawn-out figure shed in.


    The drunk man was confused about what was happening while his tie was pulled and his flushing


    face was punched.


    When the second punch fell, the pot- bellied man could only gasp and howl, "Bo... Boss Hopper,


    why are you beating me! We are business partners!"