Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 360

With the scandal and corruption, coupled with the publicity of the media, no matter how eloquent Tommy would be, he couldn't defend himself in detention. The next day.

With a scruffy beard and a worried face, Tommy required to call Raylan but he heard the police saying, "Mr. Tommy, you don't need to make a phone call anymore. Mr. Carey is here to see you in person."

Tommy was overjoyed. He looked up and saw Raylan walking towards him, so he grabbed the bars in front of him and said excitedly, "Mr. Carey! You're here!"

Raylan looked like he didn't sleep well and said listlessly, "Tommy, I'm afraid this is the last time I come to see you."

Tommy was dumbfounded as Raylan put on a gloomy face and lowered his voice, "You never told me anything before you embezzled so much money!"

Tommy said in a trembling voice, "No, Mr. Carey, please allow me to explain..."

Raylan waved his hand, stopping him from continuing. "Listen up. The council has already obtained evidence of your corruption and bribery. They've reported it to the central government." Raylan sighed before going on, "I could not even protect myself. Don't pin your hopes on

me."

After that, Raylan shook his head and left.

"Mr. Carey! You can't give me up at such a time! What am I going to do if you leave?" Tommy shouted and jumped behind the bars, only to replace that he failed to bring Raylan back.

He had fallen into someone's trap! Not only had he been framed, but he was also going to be ruined forever!

Tommy fell to the ground exhaustedly. He had been planning to take revenge on Amelia and his other enemies as soon as he got out of prison, but he had no idea that his position had switched from a hunter to a prey...

At the Royal Joy Club, two women and a man were sitting around in a luxurious and quiet private room.

The man was not only good-looking, but his every move was graceful. With a glance, the two women blushed somehow.

The man smiled warmly and said, "You did a good job."

One of the women didn't dare to claim the credit. "Mr. Hopper, it's me who should thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know how long I would be under Tommy's control!"

Sure enough, the woman, Dinah Coffey, was the model who conspired with Tommy to take Amelia's pictures after Amelia had run into them in the bathroom.

Since Dinah had helped her, Amelia told Patrick Dinah's troubles to get Patrick not to make things difficult for Dinah. And Patrick took the opportunity to enlist Dinah, who was desperate to get rid of Tommy, in his service.

Dinah did not let him down. She took advantage of the interval when Tommy was not home and deleted all the photos from Tommy's camera.

And the other woman who went to bed with Tommy was Angie, Dinah's model friend. Because Angie was good at vocal imitation, she was introduced to Patrick by Dinah. And the commission Patrick offered was enough for the rest of Angie's life. She was willing to take Amelia's place to seduce Tommy.

When Angie was bedding with Tommy, Patrick chose the right time and reported to the media anonymously that Tommy was procuring prostitute. Receiving the information, the reporters took up their cameras, rushed into the hotel, and managed to take photos of Tommy's affair.

As for the corruption and bribery, it was the last straw to break the camel's back. Since Patrick had sent Tommy to prison, he did not intend to let him out! Even if Tommy was lucky enough to get out of the prison, he would have to endure name-callings for the rest of his life and would never be a decent man again. The threat was settled under Patrick's control. Amelia still had no idea what had happened. Patrick went home and gave her only one sentence, "It's all right now."

All right now? Amelia stared at him as he walked towards the kitchen and shouted that he was hungry. Suddenly, she felt that the broad-shouldered man was so reliable.

Because Patrick had done such a great job for her, Amelia took care of him like a servant all night. He didn't hesitate to ask her to massage his back and legs...

When she was too tired to do it, he picked her up from the ground and stared at her watery eyes. "The auction of the cemetery will be in two days. I will get our mother's cemetery."

Amelia felt like she had been struck by lightning and asked in disbelief, "Did you mean "our mother"?"

Patrick's handsome face froze. Then he turned his head away and said coldly, "I was saying 'your mother'."

"No!" Amelia reached out and put her fair arms around his neck to force him to face her. She asked anxiously, "Did you say 'our mother'?"

Defeated by her, Patrick frowned and said, "So what if I did? Why are you so excited?"

Amelia lifted her eyebrows. "It is nothing to you, but it's very important to me."

Looking at her cheerful face, Patrick couldn't tell if he was in a good mood or not.

When he said that he was willing to spend a lot of money to buy the cemetery for her, she looked indifferent. But a mere compliment was able to spark her childlike smile. She always wanted too little, and it was easy for her to be satisfied, which somehow was that he was sorry about.

But for the most part, Amelia thought differently from him. Connections between people weren't built by money. To Amelia, Patrick's casual address of "our mother" was the respect of the person she missed the most, and that could never be bought at any price.

On cloud nine, she kissed him on one side of his face and said, "This is your reward!"

Meeting her excited and shy gaze, Patrick raised his brows and teased, "You're a terrible kisser."

Amelia said discontentedly, "What? You're making fun of me!"

The following words were swallowed. She could only watch Patrick's handsome face getting closer and closer to her until the scent of cigarettes covered her lips and went into her tongue...

He pressed his strong body against her and trapped her between the chair and himself. The back of the chair was hard, so was he. She moved her body uncomfortably, only to arouse a more intense kiss. She had to pat his back to remind him that Florence would come back at any time.

Noticing Amelia's distraction, dissatisfaction flashed through Patrick's eyes. Just as he was about to tie her hands and have fun with her, his trouser seemed to have been pulled back by something.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found that Rick was purring with his trouser in its mouth. Rick probably regarded Patrick as a bad guy bullying its owner.

Hearing Rick's pitiful purring, Amelia, who was almost conquered by Patrick's superb kissing skills, got away from him and straightened her wrinkled clothes.

"Go away," Patrick moved the lonely dog aside with his other foot and turned back to make out with his wife.