Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 399

"Well..." Fortunately, Mr. Cosmo knew how to deal with it. "Miss Ramsay, you may not know that it takes at least a dozen chefs working together for several hours to make a banquet. If you don't want to work in the afternoon to earn commissions, I'd be glad to host the banquet for you."

As expected, the older, the wiser.

Just as Amelia was about to mention something else, a deep male voice suddenly came behind her. "Long time no see, Mr. Cosmo."

Mr. Cosmo looked in the direction of the voice.

When he saw Patrick, embarrassment was obvious in his face since he didn't follow Patrick's order in the email but sign the contract with Amelia.

Amelia was also a little nervous. She remembered that she had only told Patrick about

the Scarlet Clothing Company yesterday but didn't mention anything about her selling rings in

the Crown Jewelry Company. Even so, he still caught her. Was him a fortune-teller?

"Well... Mr. Hopper, welcome to the Crown Jewelry Company..." Except for the dry greeting, Mr. Cosmo was so guilty that he had no idea what else to say.

Patrick glanced at Amelia and turned to Mr. Cosmo. "Mr. Cosmo, she is a manager of our company. I have some business to talk to her now. Would you excuse us?"

"Oh, no problem. You can talk as long as you like!" Mr. Cosmo left Amelia to Patrick without any hesitation!

"D*mn it!" Amelia thought to herself. No matter how powerful these people were in Northville, how come they were always so timid in front of Patrick?

Mr. Cosmo had just said that it was a waste of time to have a banquet. Wasn't it a waste of time to chat?

"Manager Ramsay, my car is outside. Would you come over with me?" said Patrick tenderly but firmly as he looked at her.

"Okay..." Amelia said in a low voice and followed him out.

Staying at the store, Mr. Cosmo was covered in a cold sweat. He wondered if Patrick would get back at him because he had hired Amelia.

The moment Amelia got into the car, she heard Patrick say, "Fasten your seat belt."

Amelia's face was full of horror. "You are not kidnapping me to some middle of nowhere again, are you? I choose to die now!"

"Huh!" Patrick was amused. "Do you know what time is it now? Your kidnapping depends on whether I have energy left."

Amelia was a little relieved, "So why did you ask me to fasten the seat belt? I have to go back to the store later."

Patrick was dissatisfied with her ignoring him and focussing just on her job. "What's the point of working hard for a tiring, poorly paid part-time job that requires you to be subservient?"

Amelia circled her index fingers, indicating that she was thinking. After a while, she said, "Perhaps our values and views of life are never the same. I can bear hardship, and I'm willing to be ordinary. As long as I have a clear conscience, no matter how much hard work I have to do, I enjoy it."

"Every time I thought that I could return you the money for my mother's cemetery soon as possible, I was very glad about the job I got. I would always like to enjoy the process before relishing the fruits."

"But you are different. You are a typical businessman who only runs a safe bet. For example, when you do something, you only focus on whether you will win and never care about the process. But as an onlooker, I saw that your process was so bloody, cruel, and sad..."