Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 642

"I can say whatever I want at my wish, who do you think you are to control me?!"

After replying Patrick in ruthless manner, Hobart bypassed him and bent down to pinch Amelia's chubby cheek at lightning speed.

"Ouch!" The sudden pain rendered Amelia completely woke up from her sleep.

"Hobart! What the heck are you doing?" Patrick's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Hobart furiously.

"I'm greeting her." Hobart smiled carefreely upon answering Patrick.

"You guys? Hobart? What... What's going on?" Noticing that she was surrounded by two men on both her left and right sides, Amelia could not help feeling stressful.

Putting aside why had she been sleeping on the carpet, what she needed to do right at this moment was to stand up from the floor. She did not want to be stared upon by these two men from top as if she was as tiny as an ant.

Seeing that Amelia was rubbing her face as if she had been bullied, Hobart was fueled with anger, "Not bad uh, Amelia! Seeing that you were stuck in difficulties previously, I had helped you to strike a few business deals out of my kindness. But what you did in return for my kindness? Not only you ended my call, you've never replied me so far. I'm waiting for your reply all this while, yet you're here enjoying. Where's your conscience?"

Amelia knew that Hobart would definitely blame her for this when she met him. She put down her hand and replied patiently, "I'm so sorry Mr. Smith, I didn't mean to end your call purposely..."

"Stop it! You don't have to explain anymore!" Hobart interrupted irritably, "You can be frank with me and tell me in face that you doubt what I can actually offer to help you!"

This time Amelia was seriously wronged.

She hurriedly said, "Mr. Smith, I really didn't mean that!"

"What do you mean then?" Hobart again wanted to twist around the facts.

"I..." Amelia glanced at Hobart who claimed to be the victim before she threw a glance at Patrick who was after all the one who started the commotion. Amelia could not help feeling headache and she sighed, "It's hard for me to explain."

"Look, you're just looking down on me!"

The corners of Amelia's mouth twitched. To a certain extent, Hobart was somewhat childish.

"Yeah, so what if she is looking down at you?"

The corners of Amelia's mouth twitched again. Well, it seemed to her that other childish fellow had joined the war.

"Patrick, you're asking for trouble is it? " Hobart began to roll up his sleeves in protest.

"Finley, please call the security now." Patrick shamelessly asked for additional assistance from outsiders.

Hobart's expression darkened, "Just wait. I'll call my hit men over!"

"Hey! Hey..." Finley could not help feeling headache. Had the two of them gotten into a real brawl, her saloon was going to be in serious mess!

Finley had no other choices but to hold her hands together in begging for Amelia's help to stop this upcoming war.

Amelia frowned and shouted at the two men who were provoking each other ferociously, "You two enough! Stop arguing please! I'll treat you guys with supper!"

"You..." Hobart's furious expression faded as soon as he turned to look at Amelia. To her surprise, not only he did not rage on her, he was grinning at her instead, "Alright, sure!"

Patrick gritted his teeth and asked with a deadly cold voice, "Amelia, what did you just say?"

Amelia weakly repeated, "As long as you two stop fighting, I'll treat both of you supper."

"I'll listen to you. I'll stop arguing with him." Hobart curved his lips a little while throwing his hand over Patrick's shoulder in a friendly manner, "Mr. Hopper, after all we are business partners. Had people known that we've been fighting each other, this will only ruin the image of our companies."

Patrick ruthlessly shoved Hobart's hand away. He sized up at Hobart with his expression serious, "So is Mr. Smith now afraid?"

Hobart could simply be triggered by any words from Patrick. He snapped, "Bullsh*t! Why would I afraid?"