Chapter 407
Jeremy, who had been nervous at the door, summoned up his courage and asked, "Excuse me...
Mr. Patrick, can wee in now?"
With his back on Jeremy and Jeremy, Patrick said to Amelia with a loud voice, "I''m asking them to
get lost so you''ll have a good rest."
Jeremy was speechless.
Seeing that Jeremy was heartbroken, Amelia softened and said to the two across Patrick, "Mr.
Rnd, Miss Tiffany, I''m fine. Pleasee in."
Patrick knitted his good-looking brows. But for the sake of Amelia, he finally didn''t stop them from
coming in.
"I''m sorry, Miss Ramsay. You got hurt because of our negligence. On behalf of Mr. Rnd and the
Scarlet Clothing Company, we''re deeply sorry."
After saying that solemnly, Tiffany bowed.
If Tiffany had had a wreath in her hand, Amelia would have believed herself dead.
Amelia coughed and asked hesitantly, "And Valerie, she..."
Tiffany said, "She has been detained at the police station. This matter has a nasty effect on both her
and the Scarlet''s public image. If you agree, Miss Ramsay, we hope to settle it in private and leave
no room for the media to twist it."
"No problem." Amelia was big-hearted and unwilling to trouble others.
Hearing her, both Jeremy and Tiffany gave a relieved look at the same time.
"Are you sure?" Patrick reminded her coldly.
ording to his habit, Patrick wouldn''t have been appeased without ripping off Valerie''s legs. But
he knew that Amelia was always soft-hearted and would probably let her off like that.
Amelia''s pink lips parted as she spoke what Patrick had expected. "What goes aroundes
around. Thew will punish her."
"You''re right, Miss Ramsay. The Scarlet Clothing Company promised that all the cooperations with
Valerie are canceled from now on. Mr. Hopper, I wonder if this arrangement is agreeable to you?"
Tiffany asked politely.
On the way here, Tiffany had heard from Jeremy that Patrick intended to ce arge order with
them.
And the payment of this order was enough for them to operate for a whole year. How could she not
be humble in front of Patrick?
Amelia smiled at Tiffany and said, "That''s enough.
Mr. Hopper is magnanimous and never haggle over anything. Am I right, Mr. Hopper?"
Patrick''s expression remained unchanged. He knew that Amelia was pleading for the Scarlet. "Silly
woman. The Scarlet''s employee has hurt her so badly, yet they couldn''t even find out the culprit,"
thought Patrick.
Valerie could have gotten away with it if it wasn''t for Patrick teaming up with the police officers to set
a trap for her. What had these two leaders of thepany done to help her from the very
beginning?
Patrick opened his mouth to sentence the Scarlet to death when he heard Amelia calling him
suddenly, "Mr. Hopper!"
"What''s the matter?" Patrick immediately looked at her with concerns and forgot about his
comments on the Scarlet.
"I''m hungry. I want stew."
Amelia looked at Patrick like a hungry cat, which he found it so hard to say no.
Tiffany offered, "I''ll go buy it!"
Jeremy echoed, "I''ll go, too!"
Jeremy and Tiffany were not idiots. Detecting the chance for them to redeem themselves, they
seized it without hesitation.
Amelia said to Patrick when they were gone, "In fact, I like them a lot." "Aren''t you supposed to like
me only?" Patrick pinched her straight nose, pretending to be irritated.
Amelia pondered for a while before she said, "How could you be funnier than Mr. Rnd and Miss
Tiffany when you keep a straight face all the time! Especially when Miss Tiffany isining
about Mr. Rnd, although Mr. Rnd always looks dumb, I know he''s secretly aggrieved."
Patrick raised his eyebrows. "So you like dumb men?"
"Huh? When did I say that?" Amelia looked puzzled.
"No." Patrick didn''t want to keep talking about other men. He took a look at her feet and said, "From
today on, have a good rest. Don''t go look for any part-time job anymore."
Amelia pulled her the blue dress she had worn the day before, and sighed quietly. "But I like these
clothes very much. To tell you the truth, I actually regard this as a chance to take artistic photos.
I got beautiful clothes, a professional photography team, and I don''t need to pay for them. After the
shooting, I can bring the pictures to the studio and have them erged and framed. Then I''ll hang
them at home for memory. How wonderful it is!"
In the end, she sounded disappointed. "But I don''t think that''s possible now. My feet..."
Suddenly, Patrick felt his heart was empty. He had never realized such a small wish for her. He
didn''t even know she wanted to take artistic photos.
The next second, he heard Amelia suggest excitedly, "How about taking pictures of me sitting in a
chair and photoshopping my injured foot?"
But she quickly discarded her idea. "But I can''t. Those well-known photographers will fly overseas
tomorrow. Well... Is there any part-time job that could get me nice photos and money?"
Patrick looked at her with a doting gaze. "Since you want to take pictures, I''m asking them to stay in
Northville tomorrow. They would leave only when you''re satisfied."
The next day.
Patrick did what he had said!
When Amelia appeared in the studio in a wheelchair, she saw the sullen looks on those bearded
foreign photographers.
Amelia thought they were displeased with her, only to overhearthemining that Patrick had
ordered the airports in Northville to cancel their flight, leaving them here even if they wanted to go!
"Your CEO is so capable."
Tiffany, who had heard about the news, stood next to Amelia and sighed with mixed feelings.
"You bet," Amelia said proudly.
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Amelia, who was lying on the bed fumbling with the calctor, wailed, "I only made 1.2 million
working part-time at the Crown Jewelry and the Scarlet. I still owe Patrick more than 10 million.
What should I do?"
Near noon, with its bowl in its mouth, Rick opened the door not closed with its head and purred to
its owner, asking for lunch.
Amelia looked down at it. Rick had been at their house for more than two months. His limbs, which
had been too weak for it to stand, was now thick and strong. Its hair was ck and shiny while it
grew heavier. Rick didn''t look as weak as it had been when it was first brought here.
"Rick." Amelia grabbed it and ced it on the bed. While touching its ck skin, she said seriously,
"You''re as fat as a pig and eat five meals a day. What if you won''t get a wife?"
Rick retorted inwardly, "Have you ever seen a bulldog that''s not fat? Ignorant human being!"