Chapter 485


    Amelia, who had just walked out of the police station, heard a car horn red beside her. She


    stopped and looked over, only to find that it was a mighty-looking military Hummer.


    The next second, a young face popped out of the vehicle window and asked her in a well-versed


    tone, "Miss Amelia Ramsay?"


    Amelia nodded.


    "Oh, my name is Leo. Officer Hopper specifically told me to wait for you here."


    Officer Hopper? Amelia pointed at herself and said, "Did Owen asked you to wait for me here?


    What for?"


    Leoughed and said, "Of course it''s to send Miss Amelia home. Officer Hopper said that the city


    center is far from the City West Police Station. He''s afraid that it''s not safe for you to go home


    alone. Miss Amelia, please."


    Amelia was touched by Owen''s attentiveness. She turned to open the door of the Hummer and got


    in.


    At the Land of Fragrance.


    When Amelia returned home, a familiar bark boomed from the living room. Her face of gging


    interest brightened up all of a sudden. Following the sound of the bark, she then walked quickly


    inside...


    She was met with a small bulldog wiggling around his owner, wagging his short tail. His overly


    intimate behavior made the owner cried out in impatience, "What''s the hurry? There''ll be both bread


    and milk!"


    Looking at the scene in front of her, Amelia did not know why, but she felt an urge to cry. She


    secretly cursed herself for being so sentimental. She then called out in a clear voice, "Mr. Hopper,


    Rick, I''m back."


    "Woof! Woof! Woof!" Hearing Amelia''s voice, Rick did not even bother to eat. He twisted his body,


    shook his limbs, and speedily sprinted in her direction.


    Seeing that Rick''s four limbs slipped on the ground because of its overexcited speed, Amelia


    rushed forward to catch him. Looking at his spinning beady eyes, she said, "Wee home, Rick! I


    haven''t seen you in two days. Did you miss me?"


    Rick''s answered by sticking out his tongue to lick her face wet.


    "Haha..." Seeing that he had recovered his spirit to its original state, Amelia felt happier than she


    could ever feel.


    "You''re back, Mrs. Hopper?" Patrick, who had filled a basin of milk for Rick, steadily greeted her.


    Amelia held Rick''s bottom and looked at Patrick. She replied, "Yes, thank you for asking Owen to


    the police station in time to bail me out."


    After Patrick put the milk basin on the ground, he pped his hands together and asked, "Did the


    police who arrested you did anything to you?"


    Amelia ced Rick in front of the milk basin and then said to Patrick, "Captain Walker just asked me


    some questions. He didn''t make things difficult."


    Patrick felt relieved and said, "Leave the rest to my brother. With his ability, he can help the police


    capture the real drug dealer."


    Amelia admitted her own misfortune and said, "I thought it was already bad enough two years ago. I


    didn''t expect that unlucky things would happen to me again and again this year."


    Patrick said coldly, "Why did you have to go to that kind of shady ce where the crooks blended in


    with the honest folks? You deserve it!"


    Amelia muttered, "There are so many people in the world who go to nightclubs every day. So why


    was it me that had to encounter such things? In the end, it''s all because of my bad luck."


    Patrick raised his eyebrows. "Why did you stare at me when you said ''bad luck''? Do you think I''m


    the reason for your bad luck?"


    Amelia felt wronged. "Besides me, you are the only one at home. If I don''t look at you, who else can


    I look at?"


    Patrick turned his face away, and his whole body gave out a feeling as if he did not feel good about


    that.


    Amelia cautiously asked, "Mr. Hopper, are you mad at me?"


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    Patrick asked her back stiffly, "Why should I be mad at you?"


    "You me me for insisting on going to the nightclub to find my friends, don''t you?" Amelia said


    softly, "Well, okay, I will frequent those ces less often in the future. Are you satisfied now?"


    Only then did Patrick turn his head to look at her again. His tone was unprecedentedly serious.


    "Remember, you are a woman. In this society, women are always at a disadvantage when ites


    to anything. You must learn to protect yourself. I can''t be by your side every time, do you


    understand?"


    Amelia responded obediently, "I understand."


    She really did understand. If it were not for the title ''second madam'' of the Hopper family, what


    happened today would have ruined her future.


    Considering that she had just returned from the


    police station, Patrick said delicately, "You must be tired. Go upstairs and have a rest."


    After Amelia returned to her bedroom, Patrick''s phone that was on the tea table rang. He picked it


    up and found that it was the secretary. He guessed that she was going to talk to him about the


    education developing in Timothy Vige.


    He pressed the answer button and greeted gingerly, "Hello."


    The secretary started and said, "Mr. Hopper, it''s me. After the written tests and interviews over


    these few days, thepany has selected a total of twenty teachers. Among them, there is a


    woman with plentiful teaching experience, who is also very patient with the children that were


    specially sent by thepany. She also knows how to deal with people and has a sense of


    propriety. I think we can appoint her as the leader of the teaching team. What does Mr. Hopper


    think?"


    Patrick conformed airily, "Well, since you seemed to value her as a talent, then go ahead."


    When entrusted with Patrick''s trust, the secretary was ted but did not forget to ask cautiously,


    "Mr. Hopper, do you need me to send you the information now?" "No need, just go through with your


    n." Patrick did not believe that she could not handle such a small matter.


    The next day, early morning.


    When Amelia got up and went downstairs, she found Patrick standing at the door and putting on his


    shoes. She stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Hopper, where are you going?"


    Upon hearing the voice, Patrick gave her a sidelong nce. He noticed that her hair was hanging


    down to her cheeks, which made her face look thinner. He patted her head and said, "Your husband


    is heading out to buy you some meat to eat, okay?"


    Amelia took him seriously and said, "Then go ande back early."


    "I know." He said and messed up her hair from behind her head. Before she could retaliate, he


    stepped out of the door.


    The dense Amelia gritted her teeth at Patrick''s back and said, "You always bully me..."


    Meeting at the ce that Owen and he had agreed on, Patrick took the documents from Owen,


    leafed through them page by page, and then cleared his throat. He cursed in a low, hoarse voice,


    "You d*mned thing!"


    Owen seemed to have expected Patrick''s reaction from early on. He crossed his arms and asked,


    "I''ve already found him for you. How are you going to deal with him?"


    Patrick held a fewic strips-like photos with two of his fingers and asked back Owen, "Owen,


    how did you collect these photos?"


    Owen looked up and saw the pictures between Patrick''s fingers, clearly remembering the process in


    which Amelia was framed by a man.


    He smiled and said, "I asked the owner of the nightclub to show me the surveince video for that


    day. Because the videos were so pixted, I had no choice but to ask a colleague who was


    proficient inputer science to help me improve the resolution. And the result of our whole night''s


    work nowys in your hands."