Chapter 400


    "Again?" Amelia had no clue what Patrick wanted.


    Frowning, Patrick said in a rough voice, "I''m going to have lunch. Are youing or not?"


    Although his shouting was loud, it was obvious that he had given in. If he hadn''t felt guilty or


    concerned, he could have gone away directly instead ofing back for her.


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    Sure enough, Amelia knew that. The more arrogant he was, the more precious every time he turned


    back to her, and the more difficult for her to bring herself to refuse him.


    After the meal, Patrick silently sent her back to the door of the jewelry store. Amelia was a little


    surprised. "You don''t mind I work here?"


    "If I do, I''d be more hateful to you, wouldn''t I?" Although Amelia had had lunch with him, Patrick still


    sounded harsh.


    Amelia looked at him and said sincerely, "I don''t think you are hateful. You are a good man, really."


    Patrick drew in a deep breath and exhaled. "When did you learn this carrot and stick trick?"


    A smile surfaced on Amelia''s pretty face. "You taught me that."


    With a whim, Patrick moved closer to her and gently licked the corner of her mouth.


    When he found that she did not push him away despite her slightly stiff body, he took advantage of


    the chance and suck on her lips bit by bit...


    Before he would lose control, he stepped back a little and fixed his flirtatious gaze on her face.


    "Since you''re that capable, you should learn this trick, too."


    She knew he was baiting her and decided not to fall into his sweet trick like a fool. "I... I''m getting off


    the car."


    "Wait." When she reached out to open the door, Patrick asked, "When is the shooting of the


    Scarlet?"


    "Eight o''clock tonight, what''s the matter?" Amelia asked.


    "I''m going with you." Patrick looked at her resolutely. It was a positive sentence, which meant that


    he was going whether she agreed or not.


    Amelia didn''t know what to make of it. Had his supervision on her shifted from surreptitious to


    aboveboard?


    Seeing Amelia, Mr. Cosmo hurried forward and asked, "Miss Ramsay, what did Mr. Hopper say to


    you?" "Nothing." We just quarreled and reconciled again. Amelia added silently.


    "Then... Did he mention me?" Mr. Cosmo looked at her nervously.


    Amelia shook her head. "No."


    "Oh, good..." Mr. Cosmo breathed a sigh of relief. He had assumed that Patrick would bear a


    grudge against him and didn''t expect that Patrick hadn''t mentioned him at all. He should be fine


    now.


    At dusk.


    After saying goodbye to thest customer today, Amelia walked into Mr. Cosmo''s office and said,


    "Mr. Cosmo, time is up. I should leave.


    Goodbye."


    Mr. Cosmo was discussing business with his clients. Seeing Amelia, he picked up a bulging


    envelope next to him and caught up with her. "Miss Ramsay, please wait a moment. You left


    something."


    Hearing him, Amelia turned around and asked in confusion, "What is it?"


    "Your sry andmission for today," Mr. Cosmo said with a smile.


    Amelia asked in surprise, "But didn''t we agree on a monthly sry?"


    Mr. Cosmo rubbed his hands and said, "I''m sorry, Miss Ramsay. At that time, I was under some


    pressure, so I lowered your pay and made it monthly. I thought about it afterward and felt it too


    unfair for a talent like you, so I decided to change it to a daily pay."


    Noting the huge change in his attitude, Amelia guessed it was because of Patrick.


    She took the envelope, opened it, and found a thick bundle of cash. She asked, feeling a little


    uneasy, "Mr. Cosmo, you''re not overpaying me, are you?"


    "How is that possible? I never run a losing business!" Mr. Cosmo with confidence.


    Amelia pondered for a while. Due to Milton and Hobart''s help today, she forgot to count how many


    rings they had sold. But judging from poprity in the morning, they should have sold hundreds, if


    not a thousand.


    Thinking of that, she no longer refused the money. She carefully put the envelope into her handbag,


    zipped it, and turned to Mr. Cosmo. "Thank you, I''lle next week."


    "Okay, see you, Miss Ramsay," Mr. Cosmo replied politely.


    As soon as Amelia left, Mr. Cosmo came to thendline, picked up the receiver, and dialed a


    number.


    A few secondster— "Mr. Hopper, I have increased Miss Ramsay''smission by 300 percent as


    you ordered. Don''t worry. She would never find out because she thought she got that much money


    with the help of her two friends."


    At Roxxon, Patrick curled his lips when hearing Mr. Cosmo''s report. "Very good. From now on,


    remember to raise her sry any chance you get."


    "No problem. But Mr. Hopper, may I ask you one more question? Isn''t it contradictory of you to do


    that?" Mr. Cosmo couldn''t hold back his curiosity.


    Patrick didn''t answer.


    Since he couldn''t stop Amelia from working part-time, he would adopt another way to help her earn


    the ten million as soon as possible. After paying the debt of the cemetery, she wouldn''t be looking


    around for these part-time jobs anymore.


    What he had said couldn''t be unsaid. He couldn''t have regretted more that he had dered him


    helping Amelia get her mother''s cemetery was out of pity.


    Someone was knocking at the door.


    The sound pulled back Patrick into reality. He quickly returned his expression to his usual


    indifference and asked the people outside toe


    If Amelia had been here, she would have seen that the peopleing in were those two senior


    managers she had met in thepany''s kitchen.


    After standing still, they reported to Patrick, "Mr. Hopper, today is the first day of our official fight


    against Dream, and the oue is exhrating! Almost every customer walking out of our


    department store with at least one bottle of wine in their hands! At this rate, in less than a month, no


    one will be interested in our opponent!"


    Ryan only sold his drinks at his own store and had never had any other channels. Ryan had been


    approached by manypanies, but for various reasons, he had turned them down.


    As time went by, Ryan had be the loner and weirdo in the industry. And no one had tried to get


    cold-shouldered by him anymore.


    Therefore, even if Ryan had noticed the crisis, it was not easy for him to get a suitable sales


    tform and a partner. Coupled with Roxxon''s price cuts, even if Ryan found a helper, there was


    nothing he could do.


    Of course, Ryan had hisst hope, his only son.


    Patrick was now looking for Ryan''s son to make a move so that he could knock them both down!