Chapter 74
Patrick really kept his promise, trying all the positions in the video one by one.
Amelia also enjoyed it and kicking the ashtray on the table to the ground by mistake.
The secretary outside the door was shocked, thinking Mr. Hopper was beating Madam Amelia.
By the time Patrick withdrew his "little brother", Amelia was so tired that didn''t want to move
anymore,
while Patrick felt refreshed and cleaned her pudenda.
Since there might be colleaguesing in at any time, Amelia Ramsay braced herself up and said
in a hoarse voice, "Can you let go of me now?"
To be honest, this kind of posture was very desiring more or less. Once he looked at it, he wanted
one more sex.
Considering it''s working hours, Patrick could only let it go and lowered himself to untie the tie on her
wrists.
When he stayed there, the hair on his forehead would hang down to her eyelids, feeling itchy.
The closer he got, the more his sweat was seen, the more Amelia wanted to kiss him as
appreciation.
When she was about to put this idea into action, Patrick had already sat up, with the tie in his left
hand, which looked like a sisal rope.
Patrick simply threw it aside, stood up, and picked up a backup one from the drawer.
Seeing that he quickly turning into working mode, Amelia stood up from the sofa. There were some
red marks on her hands as they had been tied. With the background of her white and smooth skin,
the marks looked embarrassed.
After tidying up his cor, Patrick saw that.
Seeing him walking towards her, Amelia couldn''t help putting her hands behind.
Five... three... One...
Regardless of her unwillingness, Patrick took her hand and rubbed the marks, frowning and saying,
"I''m so sorry."
When Amelia was about to say something, Patrick asked her to wait.
Patrick opened the door, and asked his secretary to buy a tube of ointment.
The secretary had one in her purse and gave it to him.
Patrick thanked her.
The secretary was ttered as it was the first time that Mr. Hopper had thanked her.
When he returned to the office, Amelia was really waiting for him like a little child. Patrick''s heart
softened and said, "Give me your hand."
Seeing the ointment, Amelia reached out her hands.
Squeezing some ointment on his finger, Patrick applied it on her wrist and then rubbed it wider
tenderly, as if he was serving an expensive ss vase.
Their heads were so close to each other that Amelia could even count his eyshes.
He had done, but his thumb was rubbing her skin, asking, "Do you need massage all over?"
Amelia felt that there was a hint of malicious intention in his words and quickly shook her head,
saying, "No, no!"
Patrick helped lift her cor as the marks he left on her neck shouldn''t be seen by others. Well...
they could continue when they were at home.
Seeing his ck eyes shining, she took a step back in a hurry like a frightened bird.
After being f**ked by Patrick and standing for a long time, Amelia felt her legs weak and fell into his
arms.
He stared into her eyes and joked, "One more time?"
Amelia held her hair close to her ears and said with a burning face, "I gotta go. I have to prepare the
documents for the meetingter."
A hint of mischievous light shed in Patrick''s eyes and asked, "Do you still remember the meeting?
Take a nap in my lounge."
Amelia thought Mr. Hopper wanted her to be off from work,
so she refused, "No! I''ve been here with you for long and others may misunderstand."
Hearing this, Patrick was somewhat unhappy, saying, "You are my wife, then why can''t you stay
with me?"
Amelia''s voice was bitter, "I''m thinking about it for you."
She still remembered that he refused to introduce her to his high school ssmates.
Patrick stared at her with his deep eyesight. Finally, he let go of the hands-on her waist and said
coldly, "F**k off."
Half an hourter, in the conference room.
This meeting was about potential projects. The directors proposed one by one, but Mr. Hopper
wasn''t very interested.
The marketing director presented in excitement but returned to his seat as Mr. Hopper had no
comment at all.
"Anything better?" Mr. Hopper asked.
Everyone was silent. Amelia thought her department was only responsible for providing the sales
data, so it was better to keep silent now.
But Mr. Hopper called her name and asked, "Ms. Amelia, what do you think?"
Every one looked at her. An idea stroke and said, "I think we need to improve the sales."
Mr. Hopper raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell us."
"Well, we''re in the era of inte, you know. If we can turn to emerce, just like Amazon, the
products will be delivered door to door. Hopefully it will work."
Ms. Amelia''s words were clear and pronounced in a euphonic tone, attracting the listeners''
attention.
As a pioneer in retails, no one at Roxxon had evere up with the idea of sales online. Amelia''s
proposal came at the right time.
Listening to Ms. Amelia carefully, Mr. Hopper, who intended to make things difficult for her, was
impressed by her idea.
However—
"Ms. Amelia, your idea is indeed timely. But the quantity wins online and quality loses. But Roxxon
is a high-end yer with luxurious brands mainly. If we sell them online, will the price be affordable
to ordinary customers? What''s more challenging is that the after-sales service and customers''
experience couldn''t be worked out online." The marketing directormented.
Amelia was stunned, thinking she was might be too naive.
Correct... since its establishment 60 years ago, Roxxon must have taken various development
modes into consideration. Wouldn''t the executives be aware of the trend?
The reason why Roxxon hadn''t started emerce was it was reluctant to, not its incapacity.
Seeing Amelia in deep thought, Patrick said, "However, I think the tform should be built up, and
let''s focus on high- end buyers only. They knew about brands and could afford quality products.
They are rich and don''t bargain."Material ? N?velDrama.Org.