Chapter 624
Patrick''s expression fell when Amelia exined the third point from the agreement.
He peered at Amelia and asked, displeased, "Hold on a minute! If you don''t allow me to speak, how
can I assist you with your business?"
"Well, about that..." Amelia said perfunctorily, "Just sit there and look pretty."
The look in Patrick''s gaze alone was sufficient to scare off the creeps there anyway.
Also, she did not want to let him speak because she might risk him offending all her clients away
again.
Patrick dreaded and asked, "You took so much time making this just to tell me to sit there and do
nothing, don''t you think you''re underutilizing my talents?"
Amelia gave a casual response, "Don''t worry. If there''s a female client, I''ll arrange for you to
apany her."
"You!" Patrick clenched his fist.
"Hey, don''t you get agitated..." Amelia pointed to the first statement shown on the screen and said,
"The first condition states that you''re not allowed to lose your temper with me, the acting chair of the
board, at any asion. See?"
Patrick retorted coldly, "I''m not working for you yet..." So how dared for her to be so arrogant?
Before he could finish his sentence, Amelia interrupted. "If you''re not satisfied with the requirements
of the contract, you could always not work for Apex Construction Corporation!"
Patrick was speechless.
Sneaking a nce at the miffed look from Patrick, Amelia gloomy mood gradually rxed. She had
finally waited for the day of being the dominant one after being oppressed by him for so long. And it
was not easying up to this point!
"Don''t stop, continue reading," urged Amelia. Clearing her throat, Amelia wiped the smirk off her
face and put on a neutral face.
Patrick''s ferocious re fell back to theptop screen. He gnashed his teeth and read, "If employee
Patrick cannot meet the requirement, then please hand in the letter of resignation voluntarily. To add
on, after resigning, he is not allowed to intervene in the affairs of Apex Construction Corporation nor
the duty of the acting chair! If the contract is vited, the shares of Roxxon Corporation will cease
to be."
This was outright heinous!
"If you agree, I''ll print this agreement out and you can seal it with your fingerprint and signature. But
if you don''t, then so be it," Amelia said.
Patrick''s face was loomed by a cloud of shadow. "I agree."
At Apex Construction Corporation.
"What? President Ramsay hired Mr. Patrick as a casual worker for thepany?"
When Amelia broke the news to him, Jonathan sprang up from his seat in shock.
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Amelia nodded and said nonchntly, "Uncle Tucker, I''ll fill in the details with youter. Ryker
should be arriving soon."
"Oh, okay." Jonathan did not probe further in case someone was eavesdropping on them.
Amelia then asked, "Uncle Tucker, can I ask if you have another copy of the potential investment
partner you gave me yesterday evening? I lost the copy you gave me by ident."
Jonathan nodded. "I''ve kept all the information in my USB drive, I can give it to you at any time."
Amelia heaved a sigh of relief. "That''s great. I would like you to get someone to print another copy
and send it over right now."
"No problem," replied Jonathan. Then he said, "President Ramsay, I had actually wanted to contact
youst night about something, but it was toote,
and I didn''t dare to disturb your rest."
"Uncle Tucker, please tell me, what''s the matter?" Amelia was all ears.
"Didn''t you mention that you would like to look for a partner whose power was at leastpetent
with Mr. Patrick''s?" Jonathan asked.
"Yes." Amelia nodded.
"To be honest, President Ramsay, I thought your idea was absurd and had denied the possibility of
it right away. But upon second consideration, I discovered that there was indeed a man like such in
Northville." Jonathan exined.
Amelia opened her eyes wide in amazement and asked expectantly, "Who is it?"
Jonathan replied, "Everyone in the circle calls him ''Quartley''. He''s a mysterious investor."
"A mysterious investor?" Amelia muttered subconsciously.
Jonathan said, "Yes. Rumors have it that he doesn''t appear in public often. Naturally, fewer and
fewer people have met him. Some media reporters wanted to interview him in the past too, but he
always dodged them, as if he could predict their appearances.
I''ve also heard that he only invests in projects and operations that he likes. Be it a street vendor or a
listedpany, as long as you can arouse his interest, he''ll do it."
Amelia asked, "Since he''s so secretive, where can I go to find him?"
"Of course it''s at his residence."
As he spoke, Jonathan fished out a slip of paper from his pocket and held it in front of her. "This is
the probable location of his residence from what I''ve found out from my various channels. You can
search for him at this address, and who knows, you may even see him in person."
Amelia was discouraged and asked, "Uncle Tucker, didn''t you say that even the media couldn''t
catch a glimpse of him? And I can do it?"
Jonathan smiled. "He avoids the media because he doesn''t wish to expose himself too much in the
public. But since you''re going there as someone who''s looking for an investment, I think he''ll find
time to meet you."
Amelia thought for a while and agreed, so she boldly took the paper slip from Jonathan. "Then...
Does this person have any quirks?"
If he did not like to show up in public, then presumably, this person must be very unsociable, who
might be even worse than Patrick. If that was the case, she might as well give up now.
"As I said, he''s inscrutable. Whether he has any quirks or not, President Ramsay, you can only find
out for yourself." Jonathan spread out his arms.
Fine.
Amelia unfolded the note in her hand, and there was a line of the address on it...
Streams Vi.
"Uh..." hesitated Amelia.
When she saw the name of the vi, she immediately felt that it would not be easy dealing with the
owner.
In the evening.
When Amelia was about to get off work, she received a phone call out of the blue. Sobbing sounds
were all she could hear pouring through from the other end of the phone. At a loss for what to do,
sheforted her, "Jessica, don''t cry... Tell me, what happened?"
"Amelia... I..." The rest of the sentence was interjected by a series of sobs.
"Jessica, tell me what happened!" Amelia was getting anxious at her cries, afraid that something
awful had happened to her.
After a long pause, Jessica finally replied, her voice hoarse, "Amelia... I want to see you..."
Amelia asked, slightly dazed, "Where are you? I''ll go to you right away!"
At Central Park.
In the middle of a greenfield, Amelia handed a pack of tissue paper to Jessica, who was crying so
hard that she was twitching. "Can you tell me what makes you so sad?"
Jessica took out a piece of tissue and wiped her snot. She then looked at Amelia with tears welling
in her eyes and said, "Sierra... she..."
"Sierra?" It was only then that it dawned on Amelia that Jessica was referring to her adopted
daughter, Sierra Albert. "What happened to her?"