Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1273

Amelia cussed in her heart as she looked at the name that was flashing on her phone screen. However, in the end she still chose to answer it.

In the next second, Mr. Quade's arrogant and murderous voice sounded into her ear, "Hello, President Ramsay, in three days... oh sorry, the hearing will be held in two days instead. I was just wondering if you are prepared?"

Amelia answered so fiercely as if she was going to crush the phone in her hand, "Don't worry. I'm already fully prepared."

Her anger made Mr. Quade laugh, "I heard that President Ramsay went back to the hotel to collect some evidence in order to win this case. So, how did it go? Did everything went well?"

The space between Amelia's brows quivered. She tried her best to remain calm as she replied, "Has Mr. Quade heard that there would be another witness besides the material evidence that will be presented in court?"

Unsurprisingly, Mr. Quade's voice suddenly became low. "What you're saying is that Patrick agreed to testify for you?"

At that moment, Amelia deliberately took advantage of this and threatened him since she had the upper hand, "Yes, Patrick was a witness to the incident that happened that night. Since he also rushed in to save me, do you think that he will refuse this insignificant request of testifying on behalf of me in court?

All of a sudden, Mr. Quade went quiet. Amelia could only hear the sound of her heavy breathing reverberating in her ears.

Amelia's mouth curved upwards into a sneer. "If Mr. Quade is afraid, it's still not too late to drop your lawsuit against me."

Mr. Quade argued as he heard Amelia's reply, "How can I do that? I'm made of flesh and bone, and I'm just merely seeking for explanation with regards to my injuries."

"Mr. Quade, you reap what you sow." Amelia then coldly added on, "Do you have anything else to say to me?"

It seemed that Mr. Quade did not receive the hint that he was unwanted here. Cheekily, he continued, "Haha, there's actually nothing more. I just wanted to greet President Ramsay and provide you with some consolation if possible. I didn't expect that you were already fully prepared. Well, it's meaningful to go against someone your own size

anyway."

He intended to console her?

There was a blatant sneer on Amelia's lips. Apparently, Mr. Quade was here to reassure himself. If she displayed any signs of nervousness, it would only make him feel more confident.

"Mr. Quade, you'd better leave your concerns to yourself. After all, in three days... oh, my bad. In two days, the court will definitely announce your defeat."

At the same time, in Mr. Quade's private residence.

After the call with Amelia, he snorted heavily and his bean-like eyes were filled with fury and utter disdain.

The CFO who was one of the three men who colluded with Mr. Quade for revenge, coaxed him and voiced out after observing his shift in mood. "Boss, what did she say?"

"She said that she was already well prepared. She also mentioned that Patrick would testify for her!" Mr. Quade informed with a frown.

"What? Patrick agreed to come?" The director panicked.

"That's what she told me on the phone!" Mr. Quade continued sullenly.

Miserably, the director replied: "But, we did not anticipate that Patrick would testify for her! Because this not only involves his personal reputation, but also the reputation of the Hopper Family as a whole. No matter how impulsive he is, the elders of the Hopper Family will certainly stop him from meddling in this matter, won't they?"

"It's not only you, but I too can't seem to figure this out. If the Hopper Family indeed promised to help that despicable wench, would that mean that there's something terribly wrong with their brains? Didn't they agree that they would never interact with each other after the divorce?" Mr. Quade ranted in frustration.

The director wiped away his cold sweat. "Well, maybe the rumor is wrong?"

"Besides, I'm so generous that I didn't involve Patrick in this mess, yet he still had the audacity to come and meddle in this! He's such a piece of...

sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!" Because things did not develop as smoothly as he thought they would, Mr. Quade was so angry that he even began to cuss out loud.

"Mr. Quade, what should we do now?" The director was also very confused, because in order to go against Amelia and her assistant, it already involved all three of them.

After walking to and fro for a few rounds, Mr.

Quade finally pressed his luck and said, "It doesn't matter. I've also prepared for the worst! What's more, Patrick also took a wine bottle and smashed it on my head, causing my injury. I'm still a victim at the end! Now that the surveillance tape of the hotel is in our hands, I'll convert him from a testifier into a defendant in no time!"

Apex Construction Corporation.

As Audrey was on a leave due to her gastroenteritis, Amelia had no one to manage her office for two days in a row, she had to rearrange her messy desk before switching on her laptop to start working.

As she scrolled through her emails, Amelia inadvertently skimmed through several advertising plans. Just as Milton was worried that she would be hurt by the gossip circulating in Northville, she was also worried that Milton would be not be able to adapt to the climate in the United Kingdom. Instead of waiting for his reply, she might as well take the initiative to call and ask him about this regardless of the fact that it was already late in the night in England.

After a few beeps, Amelia heard a sleepy voice sounding from her phone. "Hello..." Quickly, she asked, "Milton?"

"It's me, and you are... Amelia?!" Amelia could sense that Milton was picking up the phone with his eyes half-closed.

Before Amelia could say anything more, Milton asked eagerly, "You called me so late. Did something happen, by any chance? Please wait for me, I'll come and help you right away!"

Amelia assured him softly, "Milton, let's not talk about me getting into trouble. Even if I was bullied, you wouldn't be able to come over and help me, would you?"

Milton coughed slightly and tried to save himself from the embarrassment, "What? I thought that I was still dreaming. You don't know this, but I dreamt that you were bullied just now and then after that, you called me. I actually thought that I was still dreaming..."

Amelia was moved but still did not forget to ask her serious question. "Hey Milton, are you all right?"

"I'm okay, what could ever happen to me? My life, work, and relationships, everything is as normal as it could be!" When he said the last sentence, Milton deliberately tightened his tone for fear that Amelia would not believe him.

Amelia was very surprised when she received a phone call from Patrick. She asked coldly, "Why are you still calling me? Don't you think that you've humiliated me enough?"

Patrick's unique voice sounded through the phone: "Hey, I'm kind enough to call you, but with your attitude, it's easy to lose me."

"How can I lose what I don't have?" Amelia smiled coldly and shot back, "Mr. Hopper, just say what you wanted to say."

"We'll talk about it face to face."

"I don't want to waste any more time on a stubborn stone of a man."

"You've only tried once but you've already admit defeat. Is this how you manifest your sincerity?"

Everyone knew that Patrick's expression was tinged with mockery even without looking at him. Amelia's face darkened and she defended angrily,

"Don't talk to me about sincerity anymore! You're deliberately making things difficult for me and blatantly humiliating me in the process! You know what, I'm willing to pay for compensation than to beg at your feet!"

After she finished speaking, she slammed the phone.

What kind of person was he? Disciplining her as soon as he opened his mouth? Patrick was not her father!

Amelia thought to herself angrily.

At noon, Amelia got off work on time. After picking up her handbag and heading downstairs by elevator, she walked straight towards the parking lot. At this time, a car that was on the side screeched to a stop in front of her.

Amelia took a closer look and recognized that it was Patrick's car.

She turned her head in a bad mood. When she was about to quickly disappear from him, the man who got out of the car lifted his arm and blocked her way.

"What are you doing here?!" Fortunately, this was the parking lot, and although there were not many employees with cars, Amelia was still frightened.

At that moment, Patrick frowned when he saw the way Amelia looked at him as if she was looking at a disgusting bug. He said, "If you can come to Roxxon to look for me, why can't I come to Apex to look for you?"

Amelia admitted that she was wrong to ask him that, she replied, "Okay, of course you can, but I have the rights to refuse to see you. I still have something else to do now, so my sincere apologies, but I'd have to leave."

"If you leave, then I won't appear in court for you." Patrick replied in a friendly manner.

Amelia looked at him suspiciously. "I thought that you didn't want to?"

A slightly irresponsible smile appeared on Patrick's handsome face. "When did I say that?"