Chapter 975
Acting on the resentment built by Patrick, Amelia yielded to him and said, "Since lunch has been
delivered, I won''t stay and be an eyesore here.
Also, no matter what you say, this meal was prepared with a sincere intention. I hope you would still
more or less eat it."
Initially, Amelia wanted to say that it was Nora who prepared the meal, but she did not want to
cause any moreplications that might affect Nora who did this out of kindness and with good
intentions. Hence, Amelia could only say things vaguely.
Patrick stared at her without even looking at the food. At this moment, he indeed looked like he was
going to swallow her alive!
Amelia did not want to stare at him any longer so she turned around and took her leave.
It was at this moment when what Owen told her about Patrick on the phone emerged in Amelia''s
mind.
Her footsteps stopped faintly, and her beautiful face was filled with helplessness.
Since he had already regarded her as "just another ordinary person", then why did he have to
commit an offense for an "ordinary person" such as her?
Patrick, who was behind her, saw her turn around and leave as soon as they had a disagreement.
The anger in his heart could not help but fueled even more.
Apparently helping her eradicated all her obstacles was considered "meddling" to her!
Amelia thought that he was a busybody!
What he had done, in her heart, was not as good as what Owen had done for her at all!
Thinking of this, the outline of Patrick''s distinct features became shrouded in ayer of anger.
Before she even reached the door, Patrickmanded angrily, "Take this rubbish of yours before
you leave!"
Amelia''s hand raised and was about to twist the doorknob when she hesitated slightly.
Fortunately, she was already a little calmer by this time. Otherwise, she would have turned around
and continued quarreling with him.
After a few seconds of pin-drop silence that they could even hear each other''s breathing, Amelia
turned slightly and thanked the man behind her, although his facial expression could not be seen
clearly. "Patrick, regarding the issue of C River, I think I haven''t officially thanked you yet? So, thank
you..."
It would be a lie to say that she was neither angry nor sad after being insulted by Patrick like that.
After all, she had never asked him for help, and secondly, she was not the one who prepared this
meal, let alone the fact that she did not agree to visit him willingly.
But the matter of C River had been settled!
Besides that, Owen had clearly told her that Patrick upied the majority of the power in this
contest with Kingston. What else could she do?
After thanking him, Amelia waited a little more on purpose.
Unfortunately, there was no reply from the man standing behind her.
Her mouth curved upwards in mockery. It seemed to her that this time, Owen and Nora mistook
Patrick for being a good person after all.
Turning back, Amelia gently ced her hand on the doorknob and was about to twist it when...
At this moment, Patrick suddenly snorted coldly and instructed, ''Amelia, get the hell over here!"
She stood her ground and remained motionless. "Weren''t you so eager for me to distance myself
away from you?"
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However, Patrick seemed always know how to counter all her questions logically. "This is my office.
Do you think you cane and go this freely? I said,e here!"
Amelia looked back at him and their gaze met.
The corners of her mouth curved slightly as she asked him word by word, "Are you trying to
persuade me to stay?"
Patrick denied, "Of course not!"
Amelia nodded, not showing much emotion on her face. "So you''re merelymanding me over
and over again."
Irritated, Patrick retorted, "What''s the difference? Stay here!"
"Yes, of course there is a difference. If it''s the former, I''ll be willing to stay to have lunch with you.
But if it''s thetter, I''d leave."
"Don''t you dare!"
Patrick''s threat ''don''t you dare'' was naturally aimed at thetter half of Amelia''s sentence.
However, the very thing that Amelia disliked most was when he gave orders, so this time, she dared
go against him!
The moment she turned around again, Amelia heard the leg of Patrick''s chair hitting the table edge
behind her. Her nerves suddenly tensed, and she raised her hand to twist the door handle in panic!
Unfortunately, there was no response!
She was taken aback and tried to twist the door handle again with greater strength, but the result
was still the same!
There was only one possibility, and that was that Patrick''s secretary had locked her in after closing
it!
How could she do this?!
Amelia was angry and anxious at the same time, what brought her into a panic was the fact that
Patrick had pushed away the revolving chair under him and broke into a run after her.
Patrick, who had caught up with Amelia from behind, suddenly slowed down when he caught sight
of Amelia who was unable to open the door.
He stood still and ced one of his hands in his pocket while triumphantly gazing at Amelia''s
anxiousness.
Watching her twisting and turning the door of the handle anxiously, he teased her with a clicked
tongue and taunted further, "Didn''t you say that you were going to leave? Leave then!"
Amelia took the opportunity and shot him back with a re. "I will make you watch me leave!"
Then, she vented all the anger she had umted at Patrick''s ce today on the door handle.
She pulled and pulled, again and again, till she exerted all her strength. But except for making a
joke out of herself, all her efforts in trying to leave were useless.
Despite this, even at this time, Patrick unscrupulously still tried his best to insult her...
"It seems to me that you really want to stay, don''t you?"
"Oh, I really didn''t notice that you had be so good at acting, that you could actually imitate the
act of ''not being able to open the door'' so perfectly."
"For the sake of your hard work, I really ought to give you a round of apuse, but your
performance was too pathetic for me that I almost dozed off in boredom."
Amelia had always endured derogatoryments from Patrick like this. Unless she was deaf, it
was impossible for her topletely ignore him.
She retorted, "If you want to sleep, then just go to sleep. Don''t disturb me!"
Patrick smiled faintly and reminded, "Miss, this is my office. You have no say in anything."
In addition to being busy, Amelia was so angry that her forehead was drenched in sweat. With a
clear shout, she screamed, "Ms. Secretary!"
She hoped that the secretary had enough conscience toe over and unlock the door for her.
But, no matter how much she cried out, even asionally blurting out the plea "help", still, Amelia
did not get any response from the opposite side of the door.
No wonder she was Patrick''s secretary! Birds of the same feather really do flock together!
Besides not being able to open the door, Amelia still had to endure Patrick''s snide remarks directed
at her. It was conceivable that she was in a bad mood.
After a long while, she red at Patrick. Her charming face became gaunt as she ordered, "Open
the door for me!"
Unaffected, Patrick answered, "I''m too hungry to open it."
"You don''t...don''t be unreasonable!"
Hungry?
Where did the strength he used to punch his table go?
What was more, where was his strength when he chased her as if there was wind beneath his feet?
"Since when was I unreasonable? I just don''t feel like opening this door for the time being. When I
want to go outter I will open it. Maybe then, you can make your leave."
Amelia pointed at the keyhole under the door handle and argued, "If you don''t have the strength to
open the door, you should at least have the key to unlock this door, right?"
Patrick guessed earlier on that his door must have been tampered with by his secretary. Everyone
was well aware of the reason she did so.