Chapter 615


    Amelia watched him as he continued to stare at her in silence. Although she found him odd this


    way, she could not pinpoint what was wrong exactly.


    She nced at her watch and saw that she was going to be toote. Amelia patted her forehead


    out of annoyance and turned around to leave in a hurry.


    Patrick did not chase after her this time, for she had just praised him the highestpliment he


    could ever receive.


    "You''ll make a good father!"


    "I will," he promised.


    At Apex Construction Corporation.


    As Amelia pushed the office door open, she found Jonathan already waiting for her inside. Ryker


    was standing aside, focused in wiping the window.


    She found this strange. "Assistant Ryker, can''t the janitor take care of cleaning the window?"


    Hearing her, Ryker stopped wiping and twisted his body to say to Amelia, "President Ramsay,


    you''re here."


    "Hmm," acknowledged Amelia softly.


    Ryker continued, "President Ramsay is still new to thepany, so there are some things that you


    may not know yet. Daniel had requested me to clean the office doors, windows, mop the floor, and


    throw out the garbage every day. And I''ve seen to it personally ever since."


    "Oh..." Amelia said, "This is too hard on you. You can leave these work to the janitors after work,


    don''t take their jobs away from them."


    She thought Ryker would be relieved, but a trace of panic shed across his face. "There''s no


    need! Well, I mean... I''m used to doing these tasks, so there''s really no excuse to rely on others.


    Besides, no one knows the dirty spots in the office better than me. Even the janitors can miss out on


    some of the spots."


    Amelia gave him a thoughtful look. "Is that true?"


    "Yes." Ryker guaranteed in a lighter tone, "I won''t disturb President Ramsay when I''m doing


    cleaning. You can just treat me as if I''m not here at all."


    "Alright, then." Amelia did not press on any further after Ryker''s insistence.


    Putting down her leather bag, Amelia sat on the executive office chair and apologized to the quiet


    Jonathan in front of her, "Uncle Tucker, I''m sorry, I''mte again."


    Jonathan waved his hands. "It''s fine, I''m used to it."


    Amelia stuck out her tongue and said, "I know why you''re here, but I screwed up the meeting with


    the six bosses. I''m so useless."


    She assumed Jonathan to rage because of this but instead, he cooly replied, "I already knew about


    this. Their phone calls woke me up this morning at the hotel. They''re all trying to push the me."


    At this, Amelia slumped her head forward listlessly and limply.


    She still believed in her luck on her way here. But unfortunately, reality had crushed her ideal at the


    end of the day.


    Seeing Amelia was rendered speechless, Jonathan asked with a smile, "I heard it was Mr. Hopper''s


    sudden appearance that caused the problems with the business?"


    Ryker was listening in on them as he rubbed at the ss from not far away and a look of concern


    appeared on his face.


    Amelia nced at Jonathan and asked in confusion, "Uncle Tucker, how can you still smile when he


    had messed up our business n?"


    Jonathan kept on his smile and replied, "Since Mr. Hopper is back, shouldn''t you ask him for help?"


    Amelia answered without thinking, "Him? Forget it, I might as well start nning my own funeral


    now!"


    Jonathan burst intoughter. Asking help from Patrick was equivalent to death?


    What did that even mean?


    Ryker stopped wiping the window once more. Was the rumor true after all? Did Patrick and Amelia


    not get along well with each other?


    Jonathan was puzzled as well. "Is Mr. Patrick initimidating?"


    "Of course he is!" She had never seen anyone scarier than him, especially in the context of money!


    Just like previous night in the theatre box, she had wanted to give his trust in her a try and negotiate


    with him. However, he had ended up bringing her into trouble instead. Was it not infuriating just


    thinking about it?


    For a middle-aged man like Jonathan, he saw it only as a typical young, married couple''s squabble.


    He took up the role of a peacemaker unconsciously and said, "Now is not the time to throw aExclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.


    tantrum. Ourpany needs support from arge establishment now, and Mr. Patrick''s is the only


    one we can get without bending over backwards."


    A me of anger ignited in Amelia''s heart at the thought of Patrick''s arrogance and contempt


    towards her.


    She nced at Jonathan. Under his expectant gaze, she said slowly, "How about this, Uncle


    Tucker. Give me a few more days to think it out. If there really is no other choice, I''ll talk to him


    about the investment."


    Jonathan reminded her, "President Ramsay, you have to hurry up. Thepany is losing money for


    every second that passes."


    Amelia''s pupils constricted as she said, "Uncle Tucker, I''ll like to ask you a favour."


    "Go ahead."


    "I want you to find and sort out the information of one strong and reputable venture capital before


    you get off work today. Oh, by the way, limited to within Northville only."


    "How strong, Director Ramsay?"


    Amelia replied subconsciously, "Good enough to be able topete with Patrick''s..."


    Jonathan chortled at this. He thought a candidate like this did not even exist if he scoured Northville


    for it. Never mind Northville, only a small handful ofpanies were on the same level as Patrick''s


    nationwide.


    Watching Jonathan cackling up so hard, Amelia asked in dismay, "Uncle Tucker, what''s wrong with


    you? Did I tell a joke?"


    Looking into Amelia''s innocent and naive eyes, Jonathan could not bear to tell her the truth. He


    merely said, "I''ll try my best. Don''t worry, President Ramsay."


    Amelia immediately shed him a happy smile. "That''s great!"


    After Jonathan left, Amelia said to Ryker, who had been wiping the same panel of ss the entire


    time, "Assistant Ryker, stop what you''re doing for a while. I have something need to tell you."


    "Yes," Ryker responded. He tossed the cloth into the bucket, removed his gloves, and walked to


    her.


    Amelia pouted at him and smiled sweetly. "Have a seat."


    "I dare not." Ryker said politely, "President Ramsay, please go ahead."


    Amelia lowered her voice and mumbled, "I always feel that that old man Jonathan is deceiving me."


    Ryker scowled. "President Ramsay, what are you talking about?"


    Amelia repeated what she said and then added, "Think about it. Jonathan is asking me to persuade


    my husband into being a shareholder at a time when Apex Construction Corporation is in a critical


    position with loads of debts. Isn''t he meaning to drag Patrick under?"


    Ryker said cautiously, "President Ramsay, Director


    Tucker shouldn''t be the kind of person you think he is. He must be only rmending him to you


    after considering Mr. Patrick''s incredible influence. No matter how big the trouble is, as long as Mr.


    Patrick makes a move, he will be able to resolve it."


    Amelia, disying her affection for Patrick, said, "With that being said, I care about Patrick''s money


    too. What if I can''t earn back the investment principal in the future?"


    Ryker looked at her intently and tried to figure out some inkling from her expression. But except for


    a sense of foolishness, he found nothing else.


    "I still find it weird, anyway." Suspicion filled Amelia''s face.