Chapter 365


    Just when they were in disagreement, Patrick, who had been silent, spoke suddenly, "Well, stop


    arguing."


    Everyone turned to Patrick, the final decision-maker. "What do you think, Mr. Hopper?"


    Patrick''s gaze sharpened gradually. "I mean, Roxxon will never cooperate with Limoncello of


    Dream, but I want Roxxon to beat them in the sales of drinks!"


    "Well..." In the face of such a willful president, the directors scratched their heads out of worries.


    Patrick ordered, "From today on, all the drinks in Roxxon are on sale at half price. Did I make myself


    clear?"


    All the directors looked dumbfounded. "Mr. Hopper, are you kidding us?"


    Patrick said seriously, "Think about it. When everyone is driven to buy Roxxon''s low-price drinks,


    who will be interested in Limoncello of Dream?"


    One of the directors licked his lips and said with difficulty, "I see. Mr. Hopper, you want to


    cannibalize our opponent''s market share by that. But such a way will also hurt our own interests to a


    large extent. It''s not cost-effective."


    Patrick narrowed his eyes. "In terms of money, Roxxon has more than enough. We just need to see


    how long they willst." "It is the right time for the umted animosity between the Hoppers and


    the Quartleys to break out!" Patrick thought.


    At six o''clock in the afternoon.


    "Goodbye, Amelia!"


    "Goodbye."


    After saying goodbye to her colleague, Amelia put away her belongings on her desk before she


    searched for the address of a cake shop with herputer and drove there.


    Half an hourter, Amelia parked the car at the door of Camry Cake. Weed by a handsome


    salesman, she pushed the door open and got off the car.


    Amelia stood still and said politely, "Hello, I''m Amelia Ramsay. I''ve just made an appointment on the


    phone."


    The handsome salesman said gently, "Miss Ramsay, right? The seat is reserved for you. Please


    follow me."


    "Okay," Amelia replied and followed the handsome man into the baking room.


    To tell the truth, this was the first time Amelia learned how to make a cake for someone. She was


    adequately energized by the thought of the possibility that Patrick might be touched when he saw


    the cake.


    After finishing thest step, the cake maker put Amelia''s cake into the ss cab and said, "Ms.


    Ramsay, we can keep the cake for you. When will youe to pick it up?"


    Amelia thought for a moment before answering, "Probably tomorrow''s dusk. About that time."


    At eight o''clock in the evening, in the Land of Fragrance.


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    While Amelia was looking for the key at the door, she heard footsteps behind. Then she looked over


    her shoulder and found Patrick.


    Seeing each other, they were both a little surprised. It was understandable that Patrick came home


    late since he was the president of thepany with so many responsibilities. But as an employee,


    it was unusual for Amelia toe home thiste.


    "Where have you been?" Patrick asked with a gloomy gaze.


    Amelia hesitated. Could she just tell him that she went to the cake shop to make a cake for him? If


    so, there wouldn''t be any surprise.


    "Oh, the sales department has a problem today. I''ve been discussing with my colleagues and have


    not been back until now."


    Patrick nced at her and asked, "What problem?"


    Amelia replied frustratedly, "The slow sales of Roxxon''s drinks. We haven''te up with a good


    solution for the time being. Could you give us a little more time to think it over?"


    Patrick said lightly, "No need. I have an idea."


    "Huh?" Amelia looked radiant again. "What kind of idea? You''re not going to work with Limoncello of


    Dream, are you?"


    Patrick asked with a dark face, "Do you think it''s possible?"


    Well, it was impossible. Amelia was somehow disappointed. She turned around and opened the


    door.


    The moment she walked into the house, she was overwhelmed by the tense air. Looking inside, she


    realized that Granny Hopper was here, so were Patrick''s parents.


    "We got some rare visitors," Amelia said to herself.


    Patrick walked into the house. Taller than Amelia, he immediately saw Howard and Eve''s faces.


    They looked very serious and seemed to be discussing something important.


    Patrick asked calmly, "Dad, mom, are you here to visit grandma?"


    Patrick did not answer his question as if he were spellbound.


    Seeing Patrick, Eve seemed to have gained her energy and rushed over to hold his hand. "Patrick,


    I''ve married a wrong man!" She cried.


    It was very strange for Eve to say that. Patrick was confused for a while.


    Amelia stared at them with wide eyes but she didn''t interrupt them.


    "Mom, what happened to you?" Patrick asked.


    Eve rolled her eyes at Howard with grievance and said in anger, "Howard, you''re quite capable,


    aren''t you? Say it in front of your own son if you''re still a man!"


    "Alright!" Howard raised his voice and said to Patrick and Amelia with an annoyed tone, "Your mom


    thinks that I have cheated on her..."


    Eve interrupted immediately, "I don''t ''think''. I''m sure! He must have cheated on me!"


    Noting his Patrick and Amelia''s changed expression, Howard gnashed his teeth and said, "What


    nonsense are you talking about? Do you have any evidence? How can you be sure that I have


    cheated on you?"


    Amelia and Patrick looked at each other subconsciously and saw the absurdity in each other''s eyes.


    Howard was a gentle and elegant man and was well-known for caring about his wife. How could he


    have cheated on her?


    "Could it be that it is Eve who is out of her mind?" Ameliamented inwardly.


    Different from her usual fuss, Eve seemed to be very confident this time. "Evidence? What I have


    seen is evidence! Did you go to First Street today? You must have never known I happened to go


    shopping there too! I saw that b*tch get off your car with my own eyes, and you went into the same


    apartment with her!"


    After a pause, Eve pointed at Granny Hopper and said, "By the way, I took a picture, and your


    mother has confirmed it herself. You''re her own son. Outsiders may be mistaken, but your mother


    would never be wrong, right?"


    "You!" Howard was furious. "No wonder Mom had her blood pressure rising again after so much


    difficulty to lower it. It turns out that you are the one


    to me!"


    Listening to their quarrels, Patrick gradually figured out what was happening. He looked at his father


    seriously and asked, "Dad, what''s going on?"


    Amelia, who had been watching them, immediately put her hand on Patrick''s chest and whispered


    to appease him, "Patrick, don''t be impulsive before it is cleared up."


    Patrick''s anger froze as the little hand carefully ced in his chest. He looked back at Amelia and


    seemed to be saying, "I know."


    "Howard." At that time, Granny Hopper asked in a heart- wrenching tone, "Have you really...


    cheated on Eve?"