Chapter 401


    At Streams Vi.


    A stout man with a blind eye straightened his back as he reported to a man standing by the fence


    and teasing the crocodile with food, "Sir, ording to my investigation, something strange


    happened in Roxxon today."


    Vicente lifted the iron bucket next to his feet with his gloved left hand and threw all the freshly cut


    beef into a hole about the size of a man''s face. Suddenly, a group of bloodthirsty and carnivorous


    crocodile jumped out of the water to fight for food.


    The stout man unconsciously glimpsed at what was happening in front of him out of the corner of


    his eye. Vicente offered a very limited amount of food every time. As a result, the crocodiles kept in


    the shallow artificial beach began to kill each other at some point.


    In this regard, Vicente seemed to see it as fun to watch. He did whatever pleased him and would fly


    another new batch of crocodiles over almost every week.


    Noting the distraction of his men, Vicente turned around with the bucket and nced at him. "Tell


    me, what is Roxxon up to?"


    The stout man met his evil eyes and trembled despite himself. "I found that Roxxon has bought up


    all kinds of branded drinks. Cheap or expensive, they were all sold at half off from midnight. Now


    you can''t walk on the road without hearing people talking about it."


    "Oh?" Vicente said in a calm voice.


    Seeing that Vicente seemed to be waiting for him to continue, the man carefully spoke his guessing,


    "Sir, I''m wondering if Roxxon made such a significant move on purpose to target someone."


    Vicente asked thoughtfully, "Brayden, who do you think they''re targeting?"


    The stout man, namely Brayden, nced at his boss and spat out the answer, "Mr. Ryan."


    Vicente was silent for a moment before he returned his eyes to the crocodilespeting for food. "If


    that''s true, leave it alone."


    Brayden had difficulty breathing. "But... he''s your father after all."


    Vicente looked back at him, formidable enough without showing his anger. "Brayden, are you


    teaching me a lesson?"


    "I dare not!" Brayden quickly bowed his head to confirm his submission.


    "Well, you may leave," Vicente closed his eyes and


    said coldly.


    "Yes, sir." When Brayden turned around, he subconsciously reached out to touch his blind eye. Few


    knew that Vicente was cruel and violent. Brayden was blinded by his gun.


    "Patrick Hopper..." Seeing another reckless crocodile killed by their alpha''s bloody mouth, Vicente


    moved his Adam''s apple and let out a pleased and morbid lowugh.


    Patrick was trying to lure him into a trap by using Ryan, but Vicente wouldn''t fall for it. Ryan was old


    and not thinking straight, and it was best that hispany went out of business as soon as


    possible.


    After work, Patrick met Amelia at their appointed ce and drove her to dinner.


    During the meal, Patrick received a phone call.


    After ncing at the caller''s name, he turned on the speakerphone in front of Amelia.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.


    Suddenly, a woman''s eager voice sounded in the private room. "Mr. Patrick?"


    "Yes, it''s me."


    Amelia was surprised to hear Jessica''s voice. She subconsciously put down her cutlery, wondering


    what Jessica was going to say.


    "Mr. Patrick! Great news! My mother has left Northville on a 12 o ''clock ne. If you don''t believe


    me, you could have your men check it out."


    "Really?" Patrick raised his eyebrows.


    "Well, Mr. Patrick, if I hadn''t urged her to leave, she wouldn''t have gone so soon! Given that I''m so


    sincere, and I''m Amelia''s best friend... And Sierra! Remember when you hugged Sierra? She only


    has a single parent, and there''s an old man in the family who needs to be taken care of. Mr. Patrick,


    you have a good man. Would you return my apartment and coffee shop to me?"


    Instead of answering her, Patrick looked up at Amelia.


    He could see the light of pleading flickering in Amelia''s eyes as she wished him to let Jessica off.


    Being stared at by her pitiful eyes, Patrick was moved. "Okay, after I check out your mother''s flight


    and confirm that what you said is true, I will immediately return the apartment and shop to you."


    Jessica, who was promised, was even more outspoken. "Mr. Patick, I can tell you the flight number


    now. My mother took the Southern Airlines at noon, and the flight number is..."


    After she finished, Patrick curled his lips and said, "Well, thank you for your cooperation this time."


    "No problem," Jessica blurted out. Then, she said very seriously, "Mr. Patrick, you need to know one


    thing. Although Amelia and I are besties, some of her opinions don''t represent mine. For example, I


    strongly disapprove of my mother and your father being together. When I heard that my mother had


    done such a thing, my feelings were the same yours."


    "So, if Amelia has pleaded for my mother in front of you, it was definitely not what I mean. To put it


    bluntly... Amelia was being sentimental."


    Amelia''s watery eyes darkened.


    Patrick didn''tment on that. It was not until he had hung up the phone did he say to Amelia


    slowly, "Did you hear that? This is how your friend sees you... She thinks you''re sentimental, huh!"


    Amelia held back her negative emotions and defended her friend, "I''ve told you. Jessica has never


    liked her mother. I understand her! As for you, you''re not trying to turn me again her by deliberately


    turning on the speaker, are you?"


    Patrick clicked his tongue. "If your friendship is that solid, how could it possible for someone to turn


    you against each other?"


    Amelia said with mixed feelings, "Howard has returned to Eve, and Jocelyn has left. That''s the end


    of the matter. Let''s not talk about it anymore."


    A hint of sarcasm shed through Patrick''s eyes. Now that it had happened, how could they pretend


    it hadn''t by avoiding mentioning it? Amelia was good at lying to herself.


    Jessica should have been so excited to call Amelia and share the news after getting Patrick''s


    promise.


    But until dinner was over and Patrick gave her a lift to the Scarlet, Amelia didn''t even get a text


    message, not to mention a phone call.


    Noting her looking down at her cell phone from time to time with a bothered look, Patrick, who was


    controlling the steering wheel, started gently, "Whose phone call are you waiting for?"


    "Ah?" Abstracted, Amelia asked nkly, "What did you just say?"


    Patrick didn''t even need to ask this time. He pointed out directly, "You''re waiting for Jessica to call


    you and tell you the good news?"


    Amelia opened her mouth but said nothing, sighing inwardly that he did know her too well.


    Patrick''s voice sounded again, a little sympathetic and joyful. "Do you think that your friendship will


    ever be it used to be after this?"


    "Yes!" Amelia blurted out, "You haven''t actually returned the apartment and shop to Jessica, so


    she''s not confident enough to share the news with me. When she takes everything back, she will tell


    me!"