Chapter 414


    Jeremy seemed to think of something. He took out a set of folded clothes from his briefcase and


    handed it to Patrick. "I wanted to give it to Miss Ramsay in person. Since she''s not here, would you


    give it to her for me, Mr. Hopper?"


    Patrick raised his eyebrows. "What''s so special about this set?"


    Jeremy said with a smile, "Judging from the appearance, it has nothing different from others. But in


    fact, its fabric is far better. I''m sure that after wearing it, Miss Ramsay would feel veryfortable in


    any season."


    "Thank you." Patrick reached out to take it before asking the secretary to exam the goods with other


    employees. If there was no problem with the quality, they could be distributed to every female


    employee ording to size.


    Seeing Patrick epted his gift, Jeremy knew that he had left him off with causing Amelia''s injury.


    "Mr. Hopper, I gotta go. If there is any problem with the quality of the clothes, please call me


    anytime."


    Patrick nodded, showing Jeremy that he had heard him.


    After Jeremy left, Patrick gently pinched the package of the clothes, got up, and deliver it to Amelia.


    When he entered the room, he found the little woman had fallen asleep. He reached out to turn up


    the heat and ced the new clothes on the bedside, making sure that she could see it when she


    woke up.


    "Oh..." Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Amelia got up and spotted the thing beside the bed at a nce.


    "What''s this?" She picked it up curiously and looked enlightened. Wasn''t this the new uniform that


    Tiffany had mentioned to her?


    It just so happened that she couldn''t walk out in the embarrassing one she was wearing. She


    efficiently opened the package, pulled out the uniform, and got changed on the bed.


    Since there was no mirror in the room for her to see how she looked in the new clothes, Amelia


    opened the door and asked for Patrick''s opinion.


    Hearing the sounds, Patrick looked up. His gaze changed when he saw Amelia.


    "How is it? Do I look good?"


    Without knowing that she was so tempting in the man''s eyes, Amelia kept showing her narrow


    waist, full buttocks, and slender legs...


    Patrick swallowed hard. He had to admit that this new uniform fitted her d*mn well!


    Tiffany should have designed the uniform ording to the curves of Amelia''s body. Although it was


    not revealing, the mystery of the unrevealed parts was more intoxicating.


    Amelia, who had been waiting for his answer but got none, pouted her lips and said, a little


    displeased, "Do I look good or not? Say something."


    Now she was no longer Manager Ramsay but a little, flirty wife in front of her husband.


    Patrick said honestly, which was rare. "It suits you very well."


    "Really?" Amelia''s eyes lit up. Since Patrick, a picky man, had given credit to it, the clothes must be


    very well designed. Amelia decided to call Tiffany and thanked her sometime!


    Patrick wanted to go back to work after answering her, but Amelia was such a distraction to him. He


    couldn''t help saying, "Turn around and let me see."


    "You think this is an emperor selecting his concubine? Huh! Turn around and let me see..."


    That being said, Amelia turned, as he had asked.


    After she got her feet on the ground, he heard Patrick concluded with his lips curled, "Mrs. Hopper,


    your boobs seem to have grown a little biggertely? So as your butt?"


    Amelia was a little frustrated at that. Over the past month and a half, she had gone to sleep after


    having a meal and gone for a meal after waking up. How could she not gain weight by doing so?


    "Patrick, if you want tough at me for being fat, just say it. There''s no need to beat around the


    bush."


    It was such a headache for Patrick. It was tooplicated tomunicate with a woman. He did


    just want to praise her.


    "By the way..." Amelia came to his desk in a few steps and asked nervously, "Are you going to hate


    me for the rest of your life because I helped Uncle Quartley?"


    Patrick gave her an even look and quoted Amelia''sment on him. "It''s not like you don''t know


    how pettym."


    Amelia let out a puff.


    The powerful, influential Mr. Patrick would have surprised everyone by saying that about himself.


    Even Amelia, who spent every day with him, could not helpughing out loud.


    Noting his darkening face, she restrained her smile and said seriously, "Patrick, would you please


    promise me not to do this self-inflicted thing


    again? Even if you win, the means are not glorious. What''s more... if your opponent is more


    desperate than Uncle Quartley andes for you with an explosive, aren''t you putting yourself in


    danger?"


    Patrick corrected her, "Generally, those whoe to me with explosives are all ouws. Ryan is a


    gentleman and also a smart man. He won''t take his own life lightly."


    Amelia looked at him, stunned. "You don''t understand what I meant? Am I talking about whether or


    not Uncle Quartley is an ouw? It''s just a figure of speech! What if you''re unlucky and bump into


    such kind of people? What do you want me to do? Worrying about your life every day?"


    Unfairpetition could easily provoke hatred. Ryan was a good man. Instead of arguing with


    Patrick, he transformed his factories quietly. But that didn''t mean that everyone had such a good


    temper.


    Patrick snorted. "Shouldn''t you be apologizing to me? Why are you teaching me a lesson now?"


    After a short pause, Amelia lowered her head and whispered to her fingers, "I was just worried


    about you."


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    Hearing her, Patrick felt his heart lightened and said something that even he was surprised at, "I


    see. I forgive you this time."


    Amelia did not let her guard down when hearing him letting her off the hook, "Promise me that you


    willpete fairly with others."


    No matter how powerful Patrick was, he was alone after all. If he offended too many big shots, what


    if they decide to unite one day and fight against Patrick?


    Pestered by Amelia, Patrick finally forced an "okay" out of his mouth.


    What he didn''t tell her was that the man he wanted to corner was not Ryan, but his son!


    Unfortunately, that guy had hidden better than anyone else. Apparently, it was not enough to lure


    him out by targeting Ryan.


    Now that he had promised her, Amelia heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Then I''ll go to work. You


    should go on with your work."


    "All right."


    When she was about to get to the door, she turned to Patrick and said, "I almost forgot! Grandma


    asked me what''s our n for Christmas. Are we staying in Northville or returning to Das?"


    Patrick''s expression changed. "What did she mean by that?"