"What?!" Manager Mu was shocked and wanted to slap the bold waiter!
"Wait a minute!" A girlish voice suddenly stopped Manager Mu from slapping the waiter's face in public.
Manager Mu's arm paused in mid-air. He turned around with difficulty to look at Amelia, who had spoken.
Although Manager Mu did not know her, seeing her hand held by Patrick, he addressed her in a respectful tone, "Excuse me... How should I address you?"
"Just call me 'Ms. Amelia'."
Amelia introduced herself gracefully and then said, "Manager Mu, I'm going apologize to you and your employees and the other guests present. My husband is in a bad mood today, so he's venting his anger on your employees. Please trust your employees. Your waiter here performed very well without any mistakes."
In other words, the one who was at fault was Patrick?
Getting in the car with Patrick, Amelia's first words to him were, "Why did you hit him?"
Patrick's action of inserting the key into the ignition was stiff, and he did not reply.
Amelia felt like she was so pissed. It was already not easy for her to come out to have a meal with him, and she even had to experience this unpleasant interlude.
He could have just admitted that he was the one who had hit the waiter, but Patrick actually blamed it on someone else. He was the boss of a top 500 enterprise in the world. It was too much for him to play tricks on a low-paid salary young man.
However, it was clear that Patrick did not want to answer her. Amelia could only look out into the dark night as the lights passed by in a blur, with her stomach grumbling with anger.
On the highway, a Lamborghini was speeding down the road like an arrow that had been released from its bow. It went on a rampage all the way. Not only did it frequently overtake other cars, but it also ran the red light twice!
When the third time was about to come, Amelia finally could not stand it anymore and shouted, "It's red light in front!"
"I know!" Patrick roared in an even louder voice. Both of them were on edge!
"Then stop..."
Amelia could only chew and swallow the words 'the car' because it was too late to say it. The rear wheels of Lamborghini had already crossed the traffic line.
Hah, yet another penalty slip...
Amelia massaged her temples. "I heard if we run the red light now, not only will you be fined, but you will also be deducted 6 points. From the way you're driving the car, the police will soon be here to confiscate your car."
Patrick laughed coldly, "Do you think the police would dare come and strip me of my car? How confident are they?"
An hour later...
Amelia grabbed the sides of her seat to support her body that kept sliding down due to the excessive speed. She asked Patrick with a slightly pale face, "Why do you keep circling around this moat and not drive home?"
"I like it," Patrick answered easily.
However, with the amount of force he was using to step on the pedal, the speed of the car was not slow. Moreover, the roads around the moat was very
torturous too, just like how the lyrics described it...
There were 18 curves in the roads here...
Amelia wanted to do something since the beginning, but she could not do anything later.
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