Chapter 63
With ck and straight hair gentlyid on her waist, Amelia left the office, looked soft and
morous.
When the lobby manager of the Royal Joy Club saw her, he hurriedly came up and weed her,
"Good evening, Ma''am, how can I help you?"
Amelia replied, "I''m looking for Patrick Hopper."
The lobby manager suddenly realized, "You are Mr. Hopper''s high school ssmate? This way,
please." He guided her to the private room and said, "Mr. Hopper is one of our great friends..."
"Great friends? Does this mean that Patrick has a close rtionship with this club?" Amelia thought.
Imagine the mess of alcohol in the private rooms, Amelia felt disgusted and followed him with
indifference.
After walking along the long corridor, the lobby manager opened the door for her and said, "There
you go. Enjoy, ma''am."
At the same time, in the private room.
Sitting on the sofa steadily with a cigarette in his mouth, Patrick was picked a Tarot from a beautiful
girl''s hand.
Taking the picked Tylo te, the girl carefully analyzed, "Mr. Hopper, your fate is very good. You live
the first half of your life without disasters. But for the second half... I''m afraid you have to make
some narrow escapes."
Slowly spitting out a smoke ring, Patrick asked with cold eyes, "What do you mean?"
ncing at him and replied carefully, "I sincerely advise you to get married after thirty-five years
old. Otherwise, you''ll be divorced and your family will be copsed."
People around looked at him with eyes full of confidence, but Charles and William looked at each
other as if they werementing, "It''s toote!"
With the second half of his cigarette, Patrick said with a leisurely smile, "Well said!"
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The girl shook off the Tarot and pouted, saying, "Believe it or not. Who else wants fortune-telling?"
The others immediately rushed forward. Patrick felt crowded, so he simply sat beside.
The next second, he heard a "bang" from the door, assuming it was the waiter and wanted to ask
the waiter to clean up the ashtray, but unexpectedly, it was Amelia!
He stood up from the sofa and rushed over with a cold face, saying, "Why are you here?"
Amelia took away the cigarette that was burning to the end and put it out, saying, "You are drunk.
I''ming to pick you."
"Look!" Seeing Amelia reallying to pick Patrick, Charles felt excited and asked William to
witness what was going on.
Looking Amelia up and down, William agreed, "Wow! Looks good! No worse than Sissi!"
Patrick narrowed his eyes and looked down at Amelia with hostility, asking "Who told you I was
drunk? I was very sober!"
"It seems that I made a mistake." Although she smelled the wine on Patrick, his eyes were clear, so
Amelia instantly understood that it was Charles''s intention to deceive her. But what was his
purpose?
Realizing that she had been noticed by those who were ying the Tarot, Patrick''s tone was even
worse, "Leave here!"
Amelia asked half seriously, "Can''t I stay at your ssmate''s party?"
"You''re not qualified." Patrick answered.
Patrick didn''t allow anyone to offend anything or anyone rted to Sissi.
There was a hint of bitterness in Amelia''s eyes, thinking that she shouldn''t have been here at all.
Amelia turned around and was about to pretend that she had never shown up when she heard
someone asking Patrick, "Patrick, your girlfriend?"
Looking at the beautiful figure of Amelia froze by the door, Patrick said coldly, "No, she went to the
wrong door."
The door was closed.
Amelia left in such a hurry that she identally ran into a person and her ankle was sprained.
Ignoring the pain, she whispered, "Sorry."
The man stared at the helplessdy and asked in surprise, "Hey, aren''t you from Roxxon?"
Amelia lifted her eyes and looked at the man in front of her, asking, "Mr. Smith?" "Mr. Smith, who is
thisdy?" Mr. Scott, the man behind him, asked.
Hobart turned around and said, "Mr. Scott, please wait for me in the private room. I''ll be there soon."
ncing at Amelia, Mr. Scott understood and left.
*
Under the dim light, Hobart asked Amelia with strong interest, "Miss Amelia, you are here alone?"
Zipping her coat, Amelia said uneasily, "I gotta go now. See you, Mr. Smith."
Just as she was about to pass by Hobart, he suddenly pushed her shoulder, so she lost bnce
and fell backwards into the toilet nearby. He quickly caught up with her and turned around to lock.
Amelia felt so horrified and looked around, finding that it was a male bathroom and... no one here!
Hobart approached her as she retreated to the corner. He touched her chin and said, "It was a pity
that we didn''t have a good chatst time. Now we meet here, but why are you leaving in such a
hurry?"
Facing Hobart''s hooked eyes, Amelia tried to lobby him, "Mr. Smith, let''s chat in the private room.
Your friend is still waiting for you in the box, right? Let''s go there."
She walked towards the door, from which Hobart approached to her step by step.
Just as her hand was about to touch the handle, Hobart grabbed her wrist and said evilly, "No, let''s
talk here!"
Amelia said, "What if I refuse?"
Hobartughed with determination, saying, "I''m no worse than Patrick Hopper, no, no... in some
ways, I''m even better than him. I suggest you give it a try and make aparison."
As he spoke, he was about to touch her face.
She turned her face away and pretended to be angry, "Mr. Smith, I have told you before that if you
want to develop a rtionship with me, you must let Mr. Hopper know. After all, I am his woman."
With a bit of hesitation, Hobart couldn''t resist the beauty of Amelia. Her jade- like face, her watery
eyes... was provoking his desire.
Her eyes were clear and a little stubborn. He couldn''t help imagining if she would burst into tears
when she wasid under him.
This second, his impulsiveness was above everything. Hobart said confidently, "I''m Patrick Hopper''s
business partner, and you''re just one of the women he slept with. I''m just borrowing you from him
and I believe he won''t refuse!"
Just as Hobart''s lips were about to fall on hers, Amelia threw her bag at his face.
How could Hobart expect to be beaten like this!
To be exact, he had never thought that an ordinary employee would dare to fight against a big boss
like him!
During the few seconds when Hobart was stunned, Amelia immediately unlocked the door and ran
away.
Rubbed his nose, which was almost broken, Hobart stared at Amelia escaping and did not run up to
catch her.
Amelia, who had been running all the way out of the club, hurriedly waved and stopped a taxi.
Sitting inside the taxi, she rubbed her painful ankles in fear.