Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 63

With black and straight hair gently laid on her waist, Amelia left the office, looked soft and glamorous.

When the lobby manager of the Royal Joy Club saw her, he hurriedly came up and welcomed her, "Good evening, Ma'am, how can I help you?"

Amelia replied, "I'm looking for Patrick Hopper."

The lobby manager suddenly realized, "You are Mr. Hopper's high school classmate? This way, please." He guided her to the private room and said, "Mr. Hopper is one of our great friends..."

"Great friends? Does this mean that Patrick has a close relationship with this club?" Amelia thought.

Imagine the mess of alcohol in the private rooms, Amelia felt disgusted and followed him with indifference.

After walking along the long corridor, the lobby manager opened the door for her and said, "There you go. Enjoy, ma'am."

At the same time, in the private room.

Sitting on the sofa steadily with a cigarette in his mouth, Patrick was picked a Tarot from a beautiful girl's hand.

Taking the picked Tylo plate, the girl carefully analyzed, "Mr. Hopper, your fate is very good. You live the first half of your life without disasters. But for the second half... I'm afraid you have to make some narrow escapes."

Slowly spitting out a smoke ring, Patrick asked with cold eyes, "What do you mean?"

Glancing at him and replied carefully, "I sincerely advise you to get married after thirty-five years old. Otherwise, you'll be divorced and your family will be collapsed."

People around looked at him with eyes full of confidence, but Charles and William looked at each other as if they were commenting, "It's too late!"

With the second half of his cigarette, Patrick said with a leisurely smile, "Well said!"

The girl shook off the Tarot and pouted, saying, "Believe it or not. Who else wants fortune-telling?"

The others immediately rushed forward. Patrick felt crowded, so he simply sat beside.

The next second, he heard a "bang" from the door, assuming it was the waiter and wanted to ask the waiter to clean up the ashtray, but unexpectedly, it was Amelia!

He stood up from the sofa and rushed over with a cold face, saying, "Why are you here?"

Amelia took away the cigarette that was burning to the end and put it out, saying, "You are drunk. I'm coming to pick you."

"Look!" Seeing Amelia really coming to pick Patrick, Charles felt excited and asked William to witness what was going on.

Looking Amelia up and down, William agreed, "Wow! Looks good! No worse than Sissi!"

Patrick narrowed his eyes and looked down at Amelia with hostility, asking "Who told you I was drunk? I was very sober!"

"It seems that I made a mistake." Although she smelled the wine on Patrick, his eyes were clear, so Amelia instantly understood that it was Charles's intention to deceive her. But what was his purpose?

Realizing that she had been noticed by those who were playing the Tarot, Patrick's tone was even worse, "Leave here!"

Amelia asked half seriously, "Can't I stay at your classmate's party?"

"You're not qualified." Patrick answered.

Patrick didn't allow anyone to offend anything or anyone related to Sissi.

There was a hint of bitterness in Amelia's eyes, thinking that she shouldn't have been here at all.

Amelia turned around and was about to pretend that she had never shown up when she heard someone asking Patrick, "Patrick, your girlfriend?"

Amelia said, "What if I refuse?"

Hobart laughed with determination, saying, "I'm no worse than Patrick Hopper, no, no... in some ways, I'm even better than him. I suggest you give it a try and make a comparison."

As he spoke, he was about to touch her face.

She turned her face away and pretended to be angry, "Mr. Smith, I have told you before that if you want to develop a relationship with me, you must let Mr. Hopper know. After all, I am his woman."

With a bit of hesitation, Hobart couldn't resist the beauty of Amelia. Her jade- like face, her watery eyes... was provoking his desire.

Her eyes were clear and a little stubborn. He couldn't help imagining if she would burst into tears when she was laid under him.

This second, his impulsiveness was above everything. Hobart said confidently, "I'm Patrick Hopper's business partner, and you're just one of the women he slept with. I'm just borrowing you from him and I believe he won't refuse!"

Just as Hobart's lips were about to fall on hers, Amelia threw her bag at his face.

How could Hobart expect to be beaten like this!

To be exact, he had never thought that an ordinary employee would dare to fight against a big boss like him!

During the few seconds when Hobart was stunned, Amelia immediately unlocked the door and ran away.

Rubbed his nose, which was almost broken, Hobart stared at Amelia escaping and did not run up to catch her.

Amelia, who had been running all the way out of the club, hurriedly waved and stopped a taxi.

Sitting inside the taxi, she rubbed her painful ankles in fear.