Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 613

Even when Patience had just returned from overseas back then, Maxwell had still acted high and mighty, trying to order her around like he owned the place.

He had been stupid. Absolutely stupid. So stupid it hurt.

He really thought he had been dumb beyond saving.

"I'm busy. If you want to eat, go by yourself. Stop bothering me," Patience said.

After that, she opened the car door and got ready to get in.

"Wait, wait. Where are you going? Take me with you. If you're going to eat, I can even sit at the next table," Maxwell blurted out in a panic.

He was freaking out, afraid she would actually just leave. He stretched out his long arm and blocked the door before she could close it.

Patience sighed helplessly. Seeing how anxious he looked, she softened just a little and said, "I'm going to Nygard Group to talk to Amelia about work."

She knew that the three Nygard brothers all deeply regretted what had happened and wanted to repair their sibling relationship.

As Amelia's best friend, she naturally hoped Amelia could reconcile with her family.

Even though there had been serious conflicts before and a gap that felt impossible to cross, they were still family in the end.

As an outsider, Patience knew she should not interfere too much in Amelia's family matters. Still, she hoped Amelia could feel the warmth of family again.

After Raymond's passing, she knew Amelia had been heartbroken. There had also been many misunderstandings between them.

So Patience hoped the brothers could clear things up with her and eventually reconcile.

Even if she was not completely sure whether everything was truly a misunderstanding, she still wished for her best friend to succeed both in her career and in her family life.

"That works out perfectly. I'm heading back to Nygard Group too. Let's go together," Maxwell said excitedly.

The moment he heard she was going to Nygard Group, he lit up and looked like he wanted to jump straight into her car.

"Who's going with you? Drive your own car," Patience snapped.

After saying that, she kicked him out of the doorway and slammed the car door shut with a loud bang, then drove off without looking back.

Hmph. Letting him know where she was going was already generous enough. That man still wanted to push his luck.

Maxwell, who had been kicked out so suddenly, landed on the ground and groaned, "That violent woman."

He felt like crying but could not shed a tear.

Why did it feel like winning Patience back was a hundred times harder than fixing things with his own sister?

It was all Gianna's fault. That vile woman.

He truly hated her now, and hated his own stupidity even more.

But when he thought about how Marcelo's ex, Isabel, was already going on blind dates and preparing to settle into a new engagement, he felt a little more balanced.

At least there was no other guy around Patience yet.

Patience might be fierce with him and quick to use her fists and feet, but precisely because she was so aggressive, no clueless guy dared to approach her for now.

Thinking about it that way, Maxwell suddenly felt a spark of hope. Maybe things between him and Patience were not completely hopeless yet.

"Mom, what do we do now? I don't want to be overshadowed anymore. I'm sick of being looked down on," Gianna cried.

She felt like she was on the verge of breaking down.

She had already hit wall after wall with the Nygards. They were no longer under her control at all.

The Jordans were her last hope.

If even the Jordans refused to acknowledge her, the Desters would definitely cancel the engagement.

That bastard Vincent had wanted to cut ties with her for a long time.

If it had not been for Diana holding things together, they would have gone their separate ways ages ago.

But Diana was no easy woman either. If it had not been for the Jordans backing her, she would have turned hostile long ago.

"Don't worry. I understand how you feel," Regina said.

She was just as anxious and irritated herself.

That old woman Cora might look gentle and easygoing, but she was sharp as a blade.

After Cora's husband, Eric Jordan, and the Paul couple passed away one after another, she had seemed deeply shaken and stepped away from company affairs.

But she still held the largest share of the company.

Eric's shares, the Paul couple's shares, and her own were all firmly in her hands.