Chapter 399


    "Well..." Fortunately, Mr. Cosmo knew how to deal with it. "Miss Ramsay, you may not know that it


    takes at least a dozen chefs working together for several hours to make a banquet. If you don''t want


    to work in the afternoon to earnmissions, I''d be d to host the banquet for you."


    As expected, the older, the wiser.


    Just as Amelia was about to mention something else, a deep male voice suddenly came behind her.


    "Long time no see, Mr. Cosmo."


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    Mr. Cosmo looked in the direction of the voice.


    When he saw Patrick, embarrassment was obvious in his face since he didn''t follow Patrick''s order


    in the email but sign the contract with Amelia.


    Amelia was also a little nervous. She remembered that she had only told Patrick about


    the Scarlet Clothing Company yesterday but didn''t mention anything about her selling rings in


    the Crown Jewelry Company. Even so, he still caught her. Was him a fortune-teller?


    "Well... Mr. Hopper, wee to the Crown Jewelry Company..." Except for the dry greeting, Mr.


    Cosmo was so guilty that he had no idea what else to say.


    Patrick nced at Amelia and turned to Mr. Cosmo. "Mr. Cosmo, she is a manager of ourpany.


    I have some business to talk to her now. Would you excuse us?"


    "Oh, no problem. You can talk as long as you like!" Mr. Cosmo left Amelia to Patrick without any


    hesitation!


    "D*mn it!" Amelia thought to herself. No matter how powerful these people were in Northville, how


    come they were always so timid in front of Patrick?


    Mr. Cosmo had just said that it was a waste of time to have a banquet. Wasn''t it a waste of time to


    chat?


    "Manager Ramsay, my car is outside. Would youe over with me?" said Patrick tenderly but


    firmly as he looked at her.


    "Okay..." Amelia said in a low voice and followed him out.


    Staying at the store, Mr. Cosmo was covered in a cold sweat. He wondered if Patrick would get


    back at him because he had hired Amelia.


    The moment Amelia got into the car, she heard Patrick say, "Fasten your seat belt."


    Amelia''s face was full of horror. "You are not kidnapping me to some middle of nowhere again, are


    you? I choose to die now!"


    "Huh!" Patrick was amused. "Do you know what time is it now? Your kidnapping depends on


    whether I have energy left."


    Amelia was a little relieved, "So why did you ask me to fasten the seat belt? I have to go back to the


    storeter."


    Patrick was dissatisfied with her ignoring him and focussing just on her job. "What''s the point of


    working hard for a tiring, poorly paid part-time job that requires you to be subservient?"


    Amelia circled her index fingers, indicating that she was thinking. After a while, she said, "Perhaps


    our values and views of life are never the same. I can bear hardship, and I''m willing to be ordinary.


    As long as I have a clear conscience, no matter how much hard work I have to do, I enjoy it."


    "Every time I thought that I could return you the money for my mother''s cemetery soon as possible,


    I was very d about the job I got. I would always like to enjoy the process before relishing the


    fruits."


    "But you are different. You are a typical businessman who only runs a safe bet. For example, when


    you do something, you only focus on whether you will win and never care about the process. But as


    an onlooker, I saw that your process was so bloody, cruel, and sad..."


    Raged, Patrick interrupted her, "Enough! I didn''t ask you to get in the car for a lecture!"


    Amelia pursed her lips. The fact that he could not bear to listen to it proved that deep down, he


    knew himself. He was just avoiding it!


    "Do you think you''re innocent?" Patrick suddenly pushed her against the chair and leaned over, his


    cold eyes meeting her pure, clear ones. "Do you know what I have done for you..."


    He wanted to tell her about Meggie, but he realized that the process had been as bloody and cruel


    as what Amelia said. Instead of frightening her, he might as well keep this matter in his heart


    forever!


    "D*mn it!" Patrick didn''t know whether he was ming Amelia or himself. He found that Amelia was


    correct. He was calcting and unscrupulous. Given the truth that he had made a move against his


    own father, how could he be a good person?


    While Amelia and Patrick were in a deadlock, Milton and Maryanne were having their lunch at the


    Weing Chinese Hotpot Restaurant.


    Maryanne, who had suggested having hotpot, stuck out her tongue and looked for water after eating


    only one piece of beef brisket. "Ah! It''s so spicy! Give me water..."


    Frowning, Milton poured a cup of tea and delivered it to her hand. "Drink it!" He said coldly.


    Maryanne was in a hurry to relieve the spicy taste and didn''t notice Milton''s change. She lifted the


    cup, drank up the water with the loud sound, and burped with her mouth open.


    Since she had spat out food in front of Milton, Maryanne no longer restrained herself in front of him.


    All her manner as ady was gone.


    Milton looked at her with no expression on his face and said, "Why didn''t you tell me in advance that


    you can''t eat spicy food? It''s a turn-off, you know?"


    She was like Patrick, who couldn''t take spicy food but had insisted on eating more than Milton did!


    Neither of them had any self-knowledge.


    Milton''s face darkened even more at the thought of Amelia taking Patrick away that day. He didn''t


    speak to Maryanne as politely as he used to, "If you can''t eat, leave. Don''t waste the seat here!"


    Hurt, Maryanne couldn''t hold back herself anymore. Tears rolled down her cheeks...


    Even when her eyes were red from crying, Milton didn''t seem to n tofort her, unlike Hobart,


    who could never bear to see her tears.


    Maryanne could not help but feel a little annoyed. She reached out,nded her chopsticks on the


    table, and said indignantly, "I can take it! I''m going to show you that today!"


    After that, Maryanne kept stuffing food into her mouth as if she were out of her mind. She didn''t stop


    even when she was choking and coughing, as if she had made up her mind to prove herself in front


    of Milton.


    Finally, Milton couldn''t bear to see it anymore. He reached out to stop her. "Enough! Do you have to


    make your stomach ache again?"


    Pissed and aggrieved, Maryanne held his arm and bit the back of his hand. Only when he could no


    longer restrain the hiss of pain did Maryanne let go of his hand with less anger.


    Milton nced at the mark of teeth on the back of his hand maliciously. He rose from his seat,


    picked up his suit jacket on the back of the chair, and left without saying a word.


    After he left, Maryanne covered her aching stomach and dropped on the sofa, sobbing pitifully...


    At the Crown Jewelry Company.


    Amelia, who was driven out of the car by Patrick, forced a smile and braced herself to look for


    restaurants nearby.


    Then she heard the sound of a horn behind. Patrick came back and said, "Get in the car!"