Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 2000

Hobart tried to persuade Maryanne to go home, but the people queuing up behind could not wait any longer. "Hey, are you guys going or not? Don't stand in the way if you aren't!"

Hobart tightened his grip on Maryanne's shoulder and said hoarsely, "Maryanne, go back with me!"

The reason why Hobart sounded so patient now was that he had called a few more people on his way here.

So no matter what, he had to calm Maryanne down first. When the new batch of people arrived, he would definitely take her away no matter what!

Maryanne pinched her palm to recover her senses before saying softly, "Brother, I'm sorry. I've made up my mind. You can go back by yourself."

Hobart's face darkened.

Milton, who had remained silent all this while, finally spoke when he saw that Maryanne had made her stand. "Hobart, Maryanne has given you her answer. Don't make things difficult for her."

Hobart glared at him as if he was an enemy who had killed his father. "Shut up!"

"Be quiet. This is not a place for you to make trouble."

Milton understood his lover's feelings, so he did not quarrel with Hobart.

In fact, there was no need to do so. He had won over Hobart from the moment Maryanne chose him.

Hobart was obviously aware that Patrick's men were guarding him. Once he acted rashly, they would immediately deal with him!

But how could he just watch his sister leave?!

Hobart forcefully pulled Maryanne into his embrace as his thoughts spun. Then, he suddenly broke out of the queue.

"Brother! Don't be like this..." Maryanne started struggling in his arms.

Seeing this, Milton immediately chased after them.

Hobart led Maryanne out before he was stopped by Patrick's men.

They had seen Hobart earlier.

However, considering that he came alone and looked for his younger sister like a headless fly, they could only turn a blind eye and give him one last chance to meet Maryanne.

However, he could only meet her one last time. Other than that, Hobart could not do anything else.

"Mr. Smith, do you want us to force you to let Miss Maryanne Smith go, or are you going to let her go yourself?"

Hobart looked at them and gritted his teeth. "Why does Patrick like to meddle in the affairs of Home of Smith?!"

"Mr. Smith, we're just following orders."

Hobart tried to bribe them. "How much did Patrick spend to hire you guys? I'll pay you double, or quadruple, or eight times more!"

"Mr. Smith, I'll say this one last time. Let Miss

Maryanne Smith go."

Hobart's eyes turned cold. "Looks like there's no room for negotiation."

Then, he suddenly took out a portable knife from the pocket of his pajamas and placed it on the side of Maryanne's neck, making a threatening pose.

Maryanne, who had always been trapped in Hobart's embrace, suddenly felt a chill on the side of her neck. She couldn't help but move. In the end, he said, "Maryanne, don't move. Be careful of the knife without eyes!"

Maryanne widened her eyes in disbelief. Had she heard wrongly? Her brother was using a knife to force her into submission?!

Milton was approaching Hobart, wanting to pull Maryanne back when Hobart was distracted. He roared angrily after seeing this scene, "Hobart, are you crazy? Come at me if you have the guts! How can you treat Maryanne like this?"

Hobart wanted to end Milton's life with one strike, but he would have to go to jail. It would be fine if Milton died, but if he didn't, wouldn't he suffer a double loss? When he was in prison, he wouldn't be able to control Maryanne.

Hobart ignored Milton's words and said in Maryanne's ear, "Maryanne, don't blame me. As long as you go with me, I will not hurt you."

Maryanne sobbed in his arms, "Brother, if you really want to use this method to take me away, I would rather die in your hands now!"

Hearing that, Hobart's hand holding the portable knife trembled.

At this moment, a security guard who had just been beaten ran over with a police team. He pointed at Patrick's men and shouted, "They are the ones who were making trouble at the airport!"

The policemen glanced at Patrick's men and did not say anything. They even nodded to each other, which made the security guard confused. "What's going on?"

"Leave it alone." The police officer in charge pointed at Hobart and said, "Look over there."

Hearing this, the security guard looked over and saw a man in pajamas holding a knife against the back of a woman's neck. The man looked so fierce that nobody dared to approach him.

"Hey—! What's the matter again?"

The security guard was confused. Why did the gang fight into a hostage-taking incident?

The police officer in charge asked him, "So, who should we solve first?"

Maryanne's tears flowed down his chest. "Brother..."

"Shut up! " Hobart shouted at her. He could not bear to hear her say anything, or else he would definitely be softhearted.

In the midst of the stalemate, the officer in charge raised his gun and fired a shot at Hobart!

"No!!!" Milton tried to stop him, but it was too late. The bullet was fired, which frightened the people who were watching. They all ran away, leaving Sierra frozen with a pale face!

Hobart pushed Maryanne away in a split second. He thought that he was doomed. Not only did he fail to bring his sister back, but he was also going to be killed.

Patrick and Owen were both ruthless people. This shot would definitely take his life!

Unfortunately, he had promised his mother that he would take his sister home...

Hobart laughed at himself and heard his younger sister crying. He closed his eyes in pain, but the pain he expected did not come.

It turned out that the bullet had changed its trajectory when it was fired. Naturally, it did not hurt Hobart.

Seeing that her brother was safe and sound, Maryanne's pale face turned slightly better.

She wanted to rush over, but Milton didn't let her. He had finally managed to force Hobart to let her go. If she were to rush over again, it would not be so easy for Hobart to fall into the trap again!

When Hobart was pressed down to the ground by the two policemen, he could not help but glare at the policeman who had fired the gun. "You!"

"Mr. Smith, I knew you didn't want to use your sister as a shield," the team leader said as he put away his gun.

He was willing to rush into the interrogation room to beat up his good friend for his sister. He would never hurt his sister.

Hobart's knees were on the ground after he was pinned, and his head was rubbed against the ground. However, he still stubbornly turned his face in the direction that he pushed Maryanne away from him, only to see that she was already tightly held in Milton's arms.

He was so angry that his arms twisted. He wanted to break free and get her back.

On the other side, Milton kept stroking Maryanne's back and said softly, "Maryanne, your brother is fine. Let's go."

Maryanne turned around and saw her brother struggling on the ground. Her heart ached.

Hobart's mouth widened when he saw her looking over. "Don't go!" he shouted.

They all knew that once she left, her whereabouts and her date of return would be unpredictable.

Seeing Maryanne's eyes full of tears, Milton sighed and let go of her.