Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 540

Hearing that Dr. Scarlett was willing to stay, Amelia's tense face relaxed finally. In fact, she also felt guilty for Dr. Scarlett. If it were not because of her, Dr. Scarlett's mobile phone would not have been seized by Huxton. She was happy to be able to fight for her now.

Although she was delighted, she could not help but feel strange and asked, "By the way, why did you suddenly call me 'Miss Amelia'? Haven't you always called me 'Mrs. Hopper'?"

Scarlett smiled wryly and said, "I addressed you as 'Mrs. Hopper' because I regarded you as an attachment to Mr. Patrick... Do you understand what I mean?"

Amelia was taken aback by surprise and asked subconsciously, "So... are you starting to take me seriously now?"

Dr. Scarlett did not hesitate and hummed in agreement.

The two women looked at each other and smiled, a special friendship cultivating between them. However, the man in the study was so enraged that he could not fall asleep. He wanted to rush downstairs and torment Amelia, but there was no

suitable reason for him to do so.

Just then, Patrick thought of a way to vent his anger!

He walked around his desk, took out Amelia's phone from his drawer, and dialed Milton's number.

Milton from the other side of the phone sounded a little out of breath, and there were noises too. "Hello, Amelia? What's the matter?"

Patrick answered frivolously, "Director Cook, aren't you sick? How do you still have the strength to hang about outside?"

The other side fell silent, and then Milton's attitude switched abruptly at once. "Patrick! Why did you call me with Amelia's phone?"

Patrick leaned back into his executive office chair comfortably and drawled, "Oh? So this is her cell phone."

Milton gave a gruff reply, "Quit pretending! How can you not know whether it's your phone or not?"

Patrick responded, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Amelia and I are spouses, and we are using couple phone. We would pick up each other's phone sometimes, that's nothing to be surprised about."

Milton was in an unpleasant mood in the first place. Upon hearing Patrick, he immediately exploded, "You used her phone to call me on purpose just to toy with me with your couple phones joke, didn't you? B*stard, are you looking for a fight?"

Patrick put his long legs on the desk. He held the phone in one hand and took out a cigar from the cigarette box with another. After lighting it up in his mouth, he said slowly, "Fight? Okay, right now." Milton stood in a daze on the opposite side of the call and mumbled, "I don't have the time now!"

Patrick let out a puff of cigarette smoke and asked in a mocking tone, "Are you scared?"

"I'm not scared of you! It's because Maryanne's have been missing since last night. I'm busy looking for her!" This was the reason why Milton was panting.

In this regard, Patrick did not feel ashamed. On the contrary, he smiled, pleased, and said, "I didn't expect you to care so much about her. Then what about Amelia that you miss so much? With a new girl, you would've long forgotten about her, wouldn't you?"

Milton was flustered and began to spill, "What do you know! The sun and the moon can bear witness to my relationship with Amelia. Even if the weather threatens, our relationship won't so much rattle in the slightest. She'll understand that I'm looking for Maryanne for her parents' sake, not because I have personal feelings for her!"

Patrick captured the key points and recounted, "For

her parents? No personal feelings for her. Hah..."

When Milton came back to his senses, only then he realized that he had spilled the beans. He was both confounded and aggrieved, then pleaded him, "I warn you, don't let Amelia know what I've said. Otherwise, I'll never let go of you!"

"Don't worry. I won't tell on you," Patrick answered right away.

How could he? He could not wait for Amelia to continue to misunderstand Milton and Maryanne.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Milton said, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. I still need to find her! I'm hanging up!"

"Wait a minute." Patrick stopped him.

"What's the matter again?" Milton asked roughly.

Patrick offered, "If you come out and meet me, I'll use my connections to help you find Maryanne. What do you think?"

Milton hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Where?"

Patrick replied, "Where are you now? I'll send someone to pick you up."

Milton refused without reluctance. "No need!"

Patrick raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you in a hurry to find Maryanne?"

Milton uttered through gritted teeth, "I'm at F&S Club!"

After hanging up the phone, Patrick used the landline to contact Huxton and asked him to come up to the study at once. Knock, knock, knock...

Patrick adjusted his sitting position and calmly said, "Come in."

Huxton pushed the door open and entered. He then closed it gently behind him and asked respectfully, "Mr. Hopper, are you looking for me?" Patrick raised his finger and pressed it against the side of his forehead. "I want you to pick someone up from F&S Club."

"Who is it?"

"Milton Cook."

"Mr. Hopper wants us to kidnap him?"

"No, it's not like that. Send him to Maryanne's place but put him in separate custody. Got it?"

Huxton was puzzled. "Mr. Hopper, isn't this kidnapping?"

Patrick answered airily, "Milton is our guest."

"But if he's to discover any traces of Maryanne, it'll get troublesome."

"It doesn't matter. I'm sending him to see Maryanne this time, but he needs to undergo some tests before he sees her."

"Mr. Hopper, what do you mean?"

As if he had some interesting ideas, Patrick curled his lips and said, "Come closer."

Huxton held his breath and approached with concentration. After listening to Patrick's plan, there was an indescribable feeling in his usually peaceful chest.

Although he knew he should not do it, he still could not help but question, "Mr. Hopper, if we carry out your orders exactly, won't Mrs. Hopper..."

Patrick interrupted him with a stinging stare, "Huxton, I've always thought you're my man."

Shocked, Huxton knew that he had made a remark he should not have and raised his hand to slap himself twice in the face. He said in a low voice, "Mr. Hopper, please don't doubt me. I've always been your man through and through!"

Patrick replied in coldly, "Remember, her business is not yours."

Huxton almost buried his entire head in his collar. "Mr. Hopper, I made a slip-up! As long as you don't get angry! I'm willing to accept any punishment."

Patrick answered impassively, "Just do as I say."

"Yes, Mr. Hopper!"

The door went opened and closed short after.

When Huxton turned around, he bumped into Amelia coincidentally.

Amelia's elegant face gloomed at the sight of him. She cast him a glower and said, "I was just looking for you. Give Dr. Scarlett's phone back to me, she's going back!"

Huxton bowed his head slightly and said, "I've already passed Dr. Scarlett's phone to Mr. Hopper."

Amelia gasped. "Don't tell me you've told him about me borrowing her phone, have you?"

The light in Huxton's eyes glinted a little. In the end, he still replied truthfully, "Yes."

Amelia stomped her feet in anger, using her injured one. "Huxton, I'm really going to get into toruble because of you!"