Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 26

Before entering into the private room, Amelia suddenly remembered that she had not told Patrick that she would not go home for dinner tonight.

When she took out the phone, the only power of the phone was gone. Since she hadn't kept her husband's phone number in mind, it was impossible to talk to him via phone box.

The attendant said, "Miss Ramsay, Mr. Miller is in the suite. Please wait for a moment. I'll invite him to come to meet you."

Amelia looked around and sat down close to the door.

After a while, the waiters brought dishes to the table one after another, including abalone, lobster, crabs...

And a few bottles of vodka in the ice bucket. Amelia sneered at this high-blood pressure match.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps behind her. She looked back and greeted him.

Mr. Miller was fat and strong. As he walked, the fat on his cheeks and belly were floating in the air.

"Miss... Miss Amelia!" The fat man was deeply attracted by the smooth face and curving body of Amelia and shook hands with her. "You're really beautiful as heard!"

Amelia asked, "Sorry?"

Sure enough? Had Mr. Miller heard of her before?

"Oh, no, no." Mr. Miller kept Amelia's hand tight and welcomed her obsequiously, "Sorry to keep you waiting, my dear. Why didn't you start? You know these abalone and lobster are really really fresh."

Amelia smiled embarrassedly and said, "Boss, you're holding my hand, so how can I start?"

Mr. Miller reluctantly let her hand go. The reason why he delayed signing the contract was that he was very dissatisfied with Roxxon's representatives, who were not his tastes at all and he didn't even look at them.

During the previous negotiations, someone mentioned that Amelia Ramsay, the Director of Sales, was young and beautiful. It was coincident that this lady director reached out to him, so the crafty man took the advantage and agreed to meet her.

It was normal that the young ladies in the market were taken advantage of physically and verbally and Amelia were mentally prepared before she came. As long as this concupiscent man didn't go too far, she would try her best to bear it. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a few mouths of the dishes in a hurry, Mr. Miller took out the iced vodka, serving her in the cup and asked, "My dear, let's have a toast?"

She stared at the goblet, which was long as an index finger. She was a bit terrified as the situation might be unpredictable and the vodka was strong.

Mr. Miller seemed to figure out Amelia's hesitation and suggested, "I think both of us are keen to the contract, right? Well, I sign and then you drink, okay?"

Mr. Miller signed without a word. To remove Amelia's worry about his genuineness, he stamped firmly.

Seeing this, she drank the whole goblet in a second.

"Mr. Miller, excuse me, I wanna use the toilet." Feeling spicy, hot and burning in the throat and all over, Amelia said in a low voice.

When she left the private room, Mr. Miller smiled slyly. He had ecstasy put in the wine before she arrived and everything would be in his control.

A few minutes later, Amelia was carried back by two waiters. The ruttish man couldn't wait any longer, hugging her slim waist overeagerly and asked the waiter to leave.

The moment when he was about to tear off Amelia's collar and kiss her, bangs rang out from the door and a long, drawn-out figure flashed in.

The drunk man was confused about what was happening while his tie was pulled and his flushing face was punched.

When the second punch fell, the pot- bellied man could only gasp and howl, "Bo... Boss Hopper, why are you beating me! We are business partners!"