Chapter 835


    Faced with Amelia''s cautiousness against him, a trace of imperceptible surprise shed across Mr.


    Zouch''s young and attractive face.


    The next second, he drunkenly leaned against his assistant and gave Amelia a thumbs-up, saying,


    "President Ramsay... Since you said so, then I''ll do what you say! To be honest... I appreciate your


    kind of frankness and sincerity the most! I''m sorry... I ate a little too much, so I''m huping..."


    F*ck!


    Amelia and the others'' faces fell dark as ink. Just how much wine and meat did Mr. Zouch have?


    The smell was so bad!


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    The assistant felt extremely humiliated. After apologizing to Amelia, he was keen to send his boss


    back home as quickly as possible.


    Amelia said timely, "Let Uncle Tucker send you both on your way."


    The merchant was hugging the assistant with his entire weight, and the assistant''s thin and small


    frame was finding it hard to support him. So, the assistant nodded and said, "Okay! Thank you so


    much!"


    "President Ramsay, you cane with us." Jonathan nced at Amelia. He had noticed that it was


    inconvenient for her toe and go recently.


    Amelia wanted to refuse, but Audrey said it was not safe for a woman to walk alone at night and


    strongly suggested Amelia to go with them.


    Seeing Audrey getting so concerned for her, just like Doris, whom she met back then in Roxxon


    Corporation, Amelia felt a warmth spreading in her heart. Naturally, Amelia swallowed that refusal


    that was on the tip of her tongue and replied, "Okay."


    The group of five left the room and the restaurant, headed straight to Jonathan''s limousine van.


    After the five of them got in the car, Jonathan first sent Mr. Zouch back to the hotel he stayed at.


    On the way, despite the contemptuous looks from the assistant, Mr. Zouch insisted on striking up a


    chat with Amelia.


    Of course, the chat consisted only of Mr. Zouch spewing his own thoughts while Amelia''s attention


    drifted.


    For every question Mr. Zouch asked, Amelia replied perfunctorily with a vague ''hmm''. Her curled


    and luscious eyshes cast a shadow on her face under the light in the car, making her thoughts


    inscrutable and inexplorable.


    Mr. Zouch narrowed his eyes in a drunken stupor at Amelia as if he was studying a specimen. She


    had a dead still temperament, and most importantly, she was a married woman. He had no idea


    why ''Quartley'' wanted him to make contact with her.


    Ha. For such a boring woman like her, ''Quartley'' was probably only interested in her being ''Mrs.


    Hopper'', was he not?


    As for Amelia, she had no clue that she was being studied because right this moment, all of her


    thoughts had floated to think about Patrick...


    Sometime after, Jonathan parked the car in front of the five-star hotel. He turned around and said to


    the befuddled Mr. Zouch, "Mr. Zouch, we''ve reached your hotel."


    Letting out a long ''oh'', Mr. Zouch stretchedzily. Coupled with his long limbs andrge movement


    span, his left hand and foot touched Amelia despite the van being spader than regr cars.


    Sensing this, Amelia raised one of her brows. Was Mr. Zouch not being a little too casual?


    But his casual nature did not seem like he was deliberately attempting to take advantage of her, for


    Amelia did not discern any distracting look from his eyes.


    This was also the reason why she was able to endure him this entire time.


    After his stretch, Mr. Zouch slowly retracted his hands and feet, wafting a breath stank of alcohol to


    Amelia when he said to her, "President Ramsay, I look forward to...the next time we meet..."


    Amelia held back the urge to turn her head away from him and forced a smile onto her face. "Mr.


    Zouch, please have a good rest after you get back to your room!"


    Then, she asked Mr. Zouch''s assistant out of good etiquette, "Do you need help?"


    She wondered if this assistant''s bean sprout-like body could withstand the long-limbed man beside


    him.


    The assistant did not say anything, only pointing a finger out of the window.


    Amelia turned her head and saw two men in ck uniforms waiting outside the car respectfully. She


    nced at the name tags they wore on their chest and realised they were the hotel staff.


    Amelia turned around and asked the assistant, "Do you mean they can help you?"


    The assistant nodded. Unlike Mr. Zouch''s overenthusiasm towards her, the assistant was polite.


    "So, President Ramsay, you don''t have to send us off any further. Well leave from here." "Alright,"


    Amelia uttered emotionlessly and opened the door for the two of them to pass.


    After the assistant carried the limp Mr. Zouch off the car, Amelia immediately said to Jonathan,


    "Uncle Tucker, let''s send Audrey home."


    Jonathan looked at Amelia curiously through the rearview mirror. With her thoughtfulness, she


    normally would not leave until she watched her client safely arrive at the entrance of their residence.


    Why was she so impatient today?


    Though Jonathan found it strange, his hands and feet continued to do what she asked her to.


    He let go of the brake, turned the steering wheel, and the luxury five-star hotel was left behind them


    in an instant.


    Hearing the sound of the van getting farther and farther away, Mr. Zouch, who had been a pile of


    boneless jelly, stood up straight right away.


    The assistant was not surprised by Mr. Zouch'' behavior and only rubbed at his sore shoulder.


    Though he did not know what his boss was doing, he knew that his boss had an extremely high


    tolerance for alcohol. Those sses of wine at the dinner were mere starters to him! They had


    absolutely no effect on him!


    Mr. Zouch''s eyes instantly cleared up and sharpened. The assistant resisted the urge to tremble


    from the chill that went down his spine and asked his boss in a low voice, "Boss, why are you doing


    this to yourself? Why do you want to cooperate with a notoriouspany that''s going to go


    bankrupt at any time?"


    Mr. Zouch smirked slightly and answered in the same low tone, "Well, everyone like beauties..."


    The assistant reminded weakly, "Sir, I remember you said you don''t mess with those who are


    married. You think they''re stained."


    "Oh?" Mr. Zouch replied softly as if he did not remember saying that.


    After that, under the awed gaze of the assistant, Mr. Zouch took out his phone from his pocket and


    dialled a number.


    Not long after, heined in a serious tone to the man on the other end of the line, "Sawyer, I''ve


    come into contact with the person you wanted me to get to know tonight. How should I put it? She''s


    beautiful indeed, but she''s soulless. It was so dull when discuss business with her. I would have had


    more fun with my intable doll than her!"


    A cold reply sounded from the other side, "I only told you to do business with her. Why are you


    telling me this?"


    Mr. Zouch then rubbed his chin, continuing, "Aren''t you interested in her? And you''re using me to


    clear the path for you?"


    To which Sawyer replied with his deep voice, "You''ve thought too much."


    Mr. Zouch''s expression dimmed all of a sudden. "Then why do you want me to take care of her


    business? Sawyer, I walked myself into the deep pit of Apex Construction Corporation just because


    you asked me to. The least you can do is to let me die with a reason, don''t you?"