Amelia said without thinking, "Of course I have to sell it. Without you, I have to compete with others."
Patrick's face turned cold. It seemed that this idiotic woman still didn't understand his intentions. "So you are not 100% sure to get the grave, right?"
"Um..." Even though Amelia wasn't willing to accept this, the reality was always cruel.
"In this case, instead of waiting for someone else to buy it, it's better to let me get it for sure. At least I won't let other people make money from it."
He had hinted thoroughly this time, as long as Amelia didn't that dump...
"Yes!" Amelia racked her brains and came up with a good idea to satisfy both sides. "You should buy this piece of land no matter what, and then I will give you back the money to sell the shares. Well, maybe the money will be not enough, but I will slowly pay back the rest of the money..."
Patrick felt puzzled, then he interrupted Amelia's plan. "It seems you don't find out the point. When you have sorted out your thoughts, come back to talk to me!"
Was this his way of asking her out?
Amelia felt confused and surprised. What did he want her to do?
"Alas, Mr. Hopper..." She reached out to pull his sleeve and tried to seduce him.
"Get out!" He didn't change his mind.
She lowered her shoulders and muffled, "If you don't agree, I'll find another way."
The door closed quietly.
Patrick tightened his lips. The only way she could do was to wait for his salvation!
Back at his desk, Patrick opened his laptop, clicked on the video box and turned on the volume.
The next second, Charles said in a hurried voice, "Hey! Hello... can you hear me?"
Patrick replied, "Yes."
Charles complained, "Where did you go just now?
You didn't come back for such a long time."
Patrick said simply, "Bathroom."
Charles gave a strange laugh and said, "Is it really bathroom? Not your wife's bed?"
Patrick steered the topic back and asked, "Where have we just talked about?"
Charles coughed lightly and said in an extremely heavy tone, "Teacher Sissi got divorced..."
Patrick said calmly, "I know. You told me on the phone."
Charles rolled his eyes. "I'd like to see your reaction with my own eyes."
Patrick responded, "Then have you seen now?"
Charles replied with a pained expression, "As expected, you forget your old love once you have a new lover."
Patrick frowned. "You think I'm like you?"
"Compared me with you, isn't that an insult to you? Everyone knows that you are lovesick."
Charles laughed and continuously said, "Sissi contacted me the day before yesterday. Guess what she talked about with me?"
Patrick was curious, but there was no expression on his face as if Charles had only mentioned an insignificant old friend to him.
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