Chapter 789
As the manager was introducing the clothing in her store, Amelia''s cell phone rang and interrupted
her.
Amelia took her phone out of her leather bag and found that it was from Jonathan.
She turned back and said to the manager, "Please excuse me." She then went to a silent corner
and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Uncle Tucker, it''s me."
"President Ramsay, where are you now? The people from the environment protection bureau said
that the waste our canteen produced is exceeding the safety limit and they''re asking to meet you!"
Upon hearing this, Amelia''s first response was, "It''s not the time for examination yet, isn''t it? "
Jonathan hesitated for a moment and said, "President Ramsay, I''m not sure if you''ve heard of a
''spot check'' before?"
Amelia, who was despised by Jonathan answered calmly, "I understand. It was like my form teacher
checking on us through the ssroom window."
Jonathan was helpless. "That''s enough, President Ramsay. This isn''t the time to be joking. I think
these people areing for you!"
Amelia thought, "Hmnn, right. There are so many directors in thepany. Why would the
environment protection bureau only ask for me?"
"Alright, Uncle Tucker. I''ll be right there. Just hold them on for me first."
"Sure!"
After the call ended, Amelia turned around anxiously and immediately met Patrick''s gloomy eyes.
"Are you leaving?"
"Are you eavesdropping?"
"If you are talking on the phone in public, you should be aware of being heard by others."
Fine, he could always make her speechless.
Amelia bit her lips and whispered, "Uncle Tucker wants me to go back to thepany."
Patrick snorted unhappily. "Jonathan, that old man, he would always interrupt me at critical
moments. Are you sure he didn''t do it on purpose?"
But as he saw the anxiety in Amelia''s eyes, Patrick did not force her to stay. He just said coldly,
"Before you leave, you have to change your dress, right?"
"Well, I''m sure I know this." As her voice fell, Amelia went back to the manager but she did not have
the time to listen to any more introduction. She randomly picked two suits and went into the fitting
room.
Three minutester.
Amelia, who had changed into a new set of clothes, walked out of the fitting room.
Everyone who saw her praised her for having such a good figure. With the grasping in awe beside
her, Amelia nced at herself in the mirror and nodded. "This would do."
Hearing this, the manager said hurriedly, "Then I''ll wrap it up for you!"
"There''s no need to. I''ll just wear it." Amelia said as she pulled her credit card out of her wallet.
When she was about to hand it over to the manager, Patrick rushed over and caught her hand.
Amelia raised her head towards Patrick only to find out that his nce was not friendly.
"Just let me do it."
"Okay then." Amelia did not insist because it might trigger Patrick''s chauvinism.
She twisted her hand that was holding the card, signally Patrick to let go but he did not.
As he held Amelia''s hand, Patrick asked the manager, "How much is this suit?"
The manager was really good at talking. "Mr.
Hopper''s and Madam Ramsay''s visit is already an honor for us, how dare we ask for more?
Besides, it''s a live advertisement that the two of you are purchasing in our store. This isn''t
something we can obtain by selling clothes."
However, Patrick was really stubborn. "How much is it exactly?"
He was buying clothes for his own woman, to do so he wanted to pay for it, he did not want it to be
given just because he was Patrick!
The store manager held back and let out a choke. She then looked up and saw that Patrick was
determined, so she said, "It''s 7,500, if you have the Roxxon department VIP card, I can give you a
5% discount."
Patrick replied with a hum and took a silver card out from his pocket with the other hand and
handed it to the owner.
After the manager took the silver card respectfully, she turned and walked towards the front desk.
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Along the way, she heard her ignorant employees talking about ''Mr. Hopper are being impartial'',
''he''ll never take any advantage of others'' and so on...
The manager shook her head as she heard this. She wanted to gift this set of clothes to curry his
favor, but since he was willing to pay for it, so he would not have owed her a favor.
While the manager was printing the receipt, Amelia nced at the hand that was clenched tightly by
Patrick. She frowned and said, "Can you let go of me now?"
However, Patrick intentionally tightened his grip, she wanted Amelia to cry out in pain.
Amelia let out a sigh, Patrick really was a madman!
He clearly saw that she was holding a credit card, but he still grab her hand with so much strength!
The credit card was almost embedded into her palm!
Seeing Amelia in pain, Patrick asked sarcastically, "What are you thinking? How dare you pay by
yourself when I''m standing here?"
Amelia thought it was not a big deal. "It was just a matter of convenience. Didn''t I agree after you
said you wanted to pay for me?"
"Such convenience President Ramsay, I think you just didn''t want to spend my money. Have you
grown to be independent?" From what Amelia heard, Patrick calling her President Ramsay was
more like an insult than apliment.
In front of the dignified Roxxon Corporation, who would have the absolute confidence to pat their
chests and say that they were fully grown and could survive independently?
It was like a kid showing off his fist in front of an
adult!
Amelia looked at him unreasonably and said, "I don''t understand. Why does handing out a credit
card makes you think this much? It''s the 21 st century now and I advocate that men and women
should be equal. It''s just a set of clothes. Whoever pays for it will be fine. You don''t have to speak
so harshly, do you?"
Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever thought of paying Owen when you wore the dress he
bought?"
Amelia snorted and said, "I borrowed the dress from Nora, and I''ll return it when the timees.
Why would we need to talk about money? It''s so tacky!"
Patrick was so angry that heughed and said, "Well, it''s fine for you to pay me. But when it goes to
Owen, it would then be tacky to pay him. You really are something, Amelia Ramsay!"
He was her husband. It was absolutely fine for him to spend on her. However, she was the only one
who was constantly avoiding it!
Amelia smoothed her thought and suddenly asked curiously, "What the hell is going on with you?
Ever since I got in the car, you''ve always been weird whenever Owen is mentioned. How did he
offend you? Are you angry because he took me in for a night and didn''t ignore me as you did?"
Patrick''s expression twisted for a moment. "It''s not because of this!"
Right at this moment, the manager came towards them and disturbed the tense atmosphere. She
then said, "Mr. Hopper this is your card and Madam Ramsay, this is your receipt, please keep it."
"Thank you!" Amelia looked at the manager gratefully.
She took the receipt from the manager and rolled it up carefully. When she was about to put it in her
pocket, Patrick seized it, he kneaded it into a lump angrily and threw it into a nearby trash can.
Seeing this, Amelia frowned again. In order to prevent herself from losing her temper on the spot,
she turned around and left without saying a word.