Chapter 394
"Yes, this cover is of great significance to ourpany. If you''re willing to ept the offer, we could
pay you 200,000 as a deposit, and the other eight hundred thousand will be paid after the shooting."
One million! Amelia could hear her heart beating. She asked decisively, "Where should I go?"
After telling Amelia the location, Tiffany said nervously, "Miss Ramsay, if you''re avable, please
come over now. You''re our new model, and we need to discuss with you some details that need to
be refined."
Of course, Amelia couldn''t agree more.
After the call, in a good mood, she was about to put her phone back into the pocket when she found
the screen lighted up again, followed by a text message with a sneer of victory...
"Mrs. Hopper, how''s your part-time job? If you can''t get one, juste back, in case your legs get
thick from too much running."
Amelia scoffed and replied immediately.
"There''s no need for you to worry about me, Mr.
Hopper. Everything went very well today." Patrick, who was far away at the Land of Fragrance,
sneered when he saw the reply and took it as Amelia being reluctant to admit her defeats.
Then his cell phone rang. Patrick put it through and heard his secretary''s voice. "Mr. Hopper, we''ve
basically brought up all the drinks in Northville. When do you think it is time for a showdown?"
When they bought the drinks from otherpanies, Roxxon had signed NDA with every owner of
factories. If they dared to reveal the deal before Roxon did, they would be sued.
At the thought that today was the day for the Limoncello of Dream''s open ceremony, Patrick had a
cruel smile on his lips. "Let''s do it today."
Roxxon had bought almost all the drinks in the market and sold them at half-price for an extended
period. How could Ryan fight against Roxxon on his own!
Patrick would just wait patiently for Ryan to beg him.
At the same time.
After taking Amelia''s hint, Ryan did not wait around for the attack. His assistant, who had gone to
inquire about the factories in Haber District and Yeats Road, brought the information back. "Mr.
Quartley, there''s something strange about the two regions you asked me to investigate. Yesterday, I
disguised myself as a customer and went to several factories andpanies to buy a batch of
drinks. But they said they couldn''t provide that many products in a short time. When I asked whom
they had sold the drinks to, their answers were so vague."
"I see. You could go," Joe said as he held his forehead, lost in thought.
At the Scarlet Clothing Company.
At first, Scarlet had emailed Amelia to be a substitute fortheir most important model. Now that the
model was hospitalized, they were very polite to Amelia.
As for the reasons? First, Amelia was still popr. Second, Amelia''s height and build were very
close to the model. The tailor-made clothes for the model suited Amelia so well that there was no
need for any changes!
When Amelia walked out of the dressing room, everyone reced their previous anxious look with
obvious relief.
Amelia was in a blue sweater and a ck dress that was over her knees. Coupled with her beautiful
appearance and gentle temperament, she looked like an aristocraticdy from some famous
paintings.
The CEO of thepany was so excited that he rushed over and grabbed Amelia''s hands before
shaking them and saying, "Miss Ramsay! Thank goodness you''re here, or I''d be doomed!"
Tiffany wanted to roll her eyes at her boss''s behaviors that did not ord with his superior status.
Then she turned to Amelia, who was a little overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. "This is Mr. Rnd, he
took over Scarlet from his fatherst month."
"Oh!" Amelia was enlightened.
No wonder Mr. Rnd looked only in his early 20s. It turned out that he was from a rich family.
The shooting, which should have been carefully nned by Mr. Rnd''s father before his
retirement, almost fizzled out when their previous model fell ill. It was understandable that Mr.
Rnd had been worried.
"By the way, Mr. Rnd, have you got any strange messages today?" Amelia asked as if she had
thought of something.
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"Have I?" Mr. Rnd nced at his consultant subconsciously. Apparently, he trusted her very
much.
The corners of Tiffany''s mouth twitched. "Mr.
Rnd, instead of asking me about everything, why don''t you check your mobile phone?"
"Oh." Mr. Rnd immediately took out his phone to check his SMS. In the end, he gawked at
Amelia and said, "I didn''t get any unwanted message."
"It''s strange. Didn''t Patrick send the order to Scarlet? Whatever, we should sign the contract first,"
thought Amelia.
While thinking about it, Amelia was wearing her usual smile. "That''s good. Can I have a look at the
contract, Mr. Rnd?"
After signing the contract with
Amelia, Jeremy stalked to his office in a great mood. "You should stand and sit with your back
straight." Despite Tiffany''s remind, he slouched in front of theputer and started to browse
pornographic sites.
Without surprise at his behaviors, Tiffany said in a t voice, "Mr. Rnd, you haven''t opened your
mailbox today to see if there are orders from important customers. Mr. Rnd, did you hear me?
Mr. Rnd... thesedies have sagging breasts."
Annoyed, Jeremy threw the mouse and red at his consultant. "Tiffany, you are so young, but you
act like an 80-year-old granny. Do you think there will be any man who dares to marry you?"
Tiffany nced at him and said evenly, "Aren''t you my fiance?"
Jeremy was at a loss for words.
He turned his gaze to theputer and clicked open an unread email indignantly. Jeremy''s eyes
grew wider as he read every word, and his breathing became more and morebored!
"What''s the matter?" asked Tiffany, next to him.
"Oh, no..." Jeremy pointed to the screen with his shaking finger, looking like he had been haunted.
"Mr. Hopper from Roxxon emailed me this morning, asking me not to offer any part-time job for a
woman called Amelia Ramsay. What should I do? Can I go back on my word?"
Tiffany elbowed her way in front of the screen. After carefully reading the email sent by Patrick, she
said with a gloomy face, "We have signed the contract. What''s more, we don''t have a substitute
better than Amelia. Let''s just make the best of the mistake."
"But how should we exin it to Mr. Hopper?" As a businessman, Jeremy knew more about
Roxxon''s power and Patrick''s capability.
Tiffany curled her lips and said, "Just tell him we didn''t receive the email."
At the Land of Fragrance.
When Amelia got home, it was almost dark outside. Holding the two hundred thousand check tightly,
she knocked on the door to Patrick''s room and showed the check to him. "I''ll pay you two hundred
thousand first. I''ll pay the rest by installments."
Patrick took the check quietly and checked it for a while before he asked in surprise, "Is this real?"
Amelia said proudly with her head high, "Of course it''s real! I got it by my own talent and charm."