Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1183

But it did not make sense!

The construction plan for the Eastern District had yet to finalize, and the costs of raw materials as well as the labor fee had yet to be officially calculated. Was Sawyer not worried about the Apex Construction Corporation embezzling the funds that he gave at such early stage?

Out of caution, Amelia asked to confirm, "Who was the depositor?"

"Er..."

"Why are you stammering?"

"They are all from...the Roxxon Corporation."

Amelia's temple tightened and she flared up almost immediately. "Transfer the fund back!"

Upon hearing this, the staff from the finance department was dumbfounded.

As there was no response from her, Amelia could not help raising her voice. "I asked you to transfer the fund back. Did you hear me?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I...I'll make the transaction right away!" After hanging up in a bad mood, Amelia finally calmed herself down and got back to work. But her cell phone rang after a while.

After picking up the phone to take a glance at it, she found that it was from Patrick. He had called just in time so she coldly pressed the answer button.

Then she went straight to the point without any greetings, "Patrick, what are you doing? Are you trying to humiliate me with money?"

Patrick said calmly, "Don't get me wrong. That's your alimony payment which gramps asked me to transfer it to you."

Gramps?

Amelia paused for a second and eventually refused. "I don't need it. Thank you!"

"I know you don't need it!" Patrick, who had already received the fund back from the Apex Construction Corporation, sneered. "You're willing to use the money from Sawyer, an outsider, but not willing to accept your ex-husband's alimony payment. Amelia, you've really acted with 'dignity'."

Amelia was displeased, "I'm just having a mutually beneficial relationship with Sawyer at the moment. Could you not make it as I'm having an affair with him? But speaking of the Hopper Family, if I were to take your money, it'll be really hard for me to make it clear by then!"

"What do you mean?" "Speaking of the one night stand at the hotel and today's deposit, if you were to show the receipts to the public one day, won't I be referred to as your sex slave?"

Patrick was stunned, and he said with hatred, "Good! Very good! A woman like you who doesn't know what's good, deserved to be starved to death! Pah!"

Beep... beep...

Hey! She had not finished speaking yet!

Amelia was so angry that she gritted her teeth, not knowing that Patrick was also in a bad mood at the same moment.

At the Roxxon Corporation.

Clenching the phone with his long and slender fingers in anger, Patrick suddenly looked at his office desk with gloomy eyes.

On the desk, there was an agreement for inheritance, with a signature and a fingerprint on it.

Amelia was indeed merciless!

After the divorce, there was nothing being taken away by her from the Land of Fragrance!

It would not be a big deal if it was just ordinary clothes and jewellery. But she had not even taken

away the inheritance agreement given by Howard!

He remembered that he had once ridiculed her by saying that Howard could buy her soul with one billion dollars. Thinking of that, he was totally wrong!

If she was really eager for money, she would never forget to bring along the agreement on the night before the divorce.

She only needed to keep the agreement well in the future. Once Howard was dead, the content of the agreement would take effect immediately.

One billion dollars was indeed a huge sum of money, but Amelia had just put it in the wardrobe casually...

If he had not ordered someone to tidy up her bedroom, he probably would never have found the secret she left behind.

His deposit to the Apex Construction Corporation was not entirely out of a whim.

It was because when he looked at the one billion dollars, he suddenly remembered that Amelia had not gotten what she deserved after the divorce.

Right at that moment, there was suddenly a mournful cry coming out from Maryanne's room.

Even a big man like Milton could not help but got shocked!

The next second, he turned the doorknob in front of him at a high speed without his realisation.

After pushing the door open and entered the room, he tapped on the switch of the chandelier and rushed to Maryanne's bedside. He saw her eyes were tightly closed and her face was covered with tears. She had also tightly clinched her scarred hands and placed them in front of her chest.

It was not Milton's first time to witness such a scene.

It could be said that the both of them had secrets that made them to hardly sleep at night.

"Maryanne! You're having a nightmare! Wake up!"

"Don't...don't touch me! I won't do it again! Please let me go..."

Maryanne's hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Even though her wounds were no longer hurting, that torture had already been engraved into her soul!

Seeing that she could not be waken up, Milton simply hugged her into his arms together with the quilt.

Then he leaned against her ear and said slowly, "Maryanne, I'm Milton and I'm right next to you. You're safe now. No one can hurt you..."

Maryanne's voice gradually died down and she unconsciously grabbed onto the collar of Milton's pajamas with her hands.

"Milton?"

After hearing Maryanne's voice that was hoarse but less panicked, Milton realized that she had woken up from the nightmare.

He had intended to push her further away so he could lower his head to check on her. But Maryanne suddenly grabbed his pyjamas more tightly, which made him unable to do so.

So he patted her on the shoulder and gently asked, "Maryanne, are you feeling better?"