Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 615

Amelia watched him as he continued to stare at her in silence. Although she found him odd this way, she could not pinpoint what was wrong exactly. She glanced at her watch and saw that she was going to be too late. Amelia patted her forehead out of annoyance and turned around to leave in a hurry. Patrick did not chase after her this time, for she had just praised him the highest compliment he could ever receive.

"You'll make a good father!"

"I will," he promised.

At Apex Construction Corporation.

As Amelia pushed the office door open, she found Jonathan already waiting for her inside. Ryker was standing aside, focused in wiping the window.

She found this strange. "Assistant Ryker, can't the janitor take care of cleaning the window?"

Hearing her, Ryker stopped wiping and twisted his body to say to Amelia, "President Ramsay, you're here."

"Hmm," acknowledged Amelia softly.

Ryker continued, "President Ramsay is still new to the company, so there are some things that you may not know yet. Daniel had requested me to clean the office doors, windows, mop the floor, and throw out the garbage every day. And I've seen to it personally ever since."

"Oh..." Amelia said, "This is too hard on you. You can leave these work to the janitors after work, don't take their jobs away from them."

She thought Ryker would be relieved, but a trace of panic flashed across his face. "There's no need! Well, I mean... I'm used to doing these tasks, so there's really no excuse to rely on others. Besides, no one knows the dirty spots in the office better than me. Even the janitors can miss out on some of the spots."

Amelia gave him a thoughtful look. "Is that true?"

"Yes." Ryker guaranteed in a lighter tone, "I won't disturb President Ramsay when I'm doing cleaning. You can just treat me as if I'm not here at all."

"Alright, then." Amelia did not press on any further after Ryker's insistence.

Putting down her leather bag, Amelia sat on the executive office chair and apologized to the quiet Jonathan in front of her, "Uncle Tucker, I'm sorry, I'm late again."

Jonathan waved his hands. "It's fine, I'm used to it."

Amelia stuck out her tongue and said, "I know why you're here, but I screwed up the meeting with the six bosses. I'm so useless."

She assumed Jonathan to rage because of this but instead, he cooly replied, "I already knew about this. Their phone calls woke me up this morning at the hotel. They're all trying to push the blame." At this, Amelia slumped her head forward listlessly and limply.

She still believed in her luck on her way here. But unfortunately, reality had crushed her ideal at the end of the day.

Seeing Amelia was rendered speechless, Jonathan asked with a smile, "I heard it was Mr. Hopper's sudden appearance that caused the problems with the business?"

Ryker was listening in on them as he rubbed at the glass from not far away and a look of concern appeared on his face.

Amelia glanced at Jonathan and asked in confusion, "Uncle Tucker, how can you still smile when he had messed up our business plan?"

Jonathan kept on his smile and replied, "Since Mr. Hopper is back, shouldn't you ask him for help?"

Amelia answered without thinking, "Him? Forget it, I might as well start planning my own funeral now!"

Jonathan burst into laughter. Asking help from Patrick was equivalent to death?

What did that even mean?

Ryker stopped wiping the window once more. Was the rumor true after all? Did Patrick and Amelia not get along well with each other?

Jonathan was puzzled as well. "Is Mr. Patrick initimidating?"

"Of course he is!" She had never seen anyone scarier than him, especially in the context of money!

Just like previous night in the theatre box, she had wanted to give his trust in her a try and negotiate with him. However, he had ended up bringing her into trouble instead. Was it not infuriating just thinking about it?

For a middle-aged man like Jonathan, he saw it only as a typical young, married couple's squabble. He took up the role of a peacemaker unconsciously and said, "Now is not the time to throw a tantrum. Our company needs support from a large establishment now, and Mr. Patrick's is the only one we can get without bending over backwards."

A flame of anger ignited in Amelia's heart at the thought of Patrick's arrogance and contempt towards her.

She glanced at Jonathan. Under his expectant gaze, she said slowly, "How about this, Uncle Tucker. Give me a few more days to think it out. If there really is no other choice, I'll talk to him about the investment."

Jonathan reminded her, "President Ramsay, you have to hurry up. The company is losing money for every second that passes."

Amelia's pupils constricted as she said, "Uncle Tucker, I'll like to ask you a favour."

"Go ahead."

"I want you to find and sort out the information of one strong and reputable venture capital before you get off work today. Oh, by the way, limited to within Northville only."

"How strong, Director Ramsay?"

Amelia replied subconsciously, "Good enough to be able to compete with Patrick's..."

Jonathan chortled at this. He thought a candidate like this did not even exist if he scoured Northville for it. Never mind Northville, only a small handful of companies were on the same level as Patrick's nationwide.

Watching Jonathan cackling up so hard, Amelia asked in dismay, "Uncle Tucker, what's wrong with you? Did I tell a joke?"

Looking into Amelia's innocent and naive eyes, Jonathan could not bear to tell her the truth. He merely said, "I'll try my best. Don't worry, President Ramsay."

Amelia immediately flashed him a happy smile. "That's great!"

After Jonathan left, Amelia said to Ryker, who had been wiping the same panel of glass the entire time, "Assistant Ryker, stop what you're doing for a while. I have something need to tell you." "Yes," Ryker responded. He tossed the cloth into the bucket, removed his gloves, and walked to her.

Amelia pouted at him and smiled sweetly. "Have a seat."

"I dare not." Ryker said politely, "President Ramsay, please go ahead."

Amelia lowered her voice and mumbled, "I always feel that that old man Jonathan is deceiving me."

Ryker scowled. "President Ramsay, what are you talking about?"

Amelia repeated what she said and then added, "Think about it. Jonathan is asking me to persuade my husband into being a shareholder at a time when Apex Construction Corporation is in a critical position with loads of debts. Isn't he meaning to drag Patrick under?"

Ryker said cautiously, "President Ramsay, Director

Tucker shouldn't be the kind of person you think he is. He must be only recommending him to you after considering Mr. Patrick's incredible influence. No matter how big the trouble is, as long as Mr. Patrick makes a move, he will be able to resolve it."

Amelia, displaying her affection for Patrick, said, "With that being said, I care about Patrick's money too. What if I can't earn back the investment principal in the future?"

Ryker looked at her intently and tried to figure out some inkling from her expression. But except for a sense of foolishness, he found nothing else.

"I still find it weird, anyway." Suspicion filled Amelia's face.