Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 390

Patrick made full use of his sharp tongue and continued to degrade Amelia. "Even if you're going to replace a decent part-time job, do you think that you, an old woman who is close to 30 years old, can be

comparable to those beautiful and well-educated girls?"

Refusing to show weakness, Amelia retorted, "How am I an old woman at the age of 25? If Florence heard you, she would have a fight with you!"

Patrick raised his eyebrows and said, "Anyway, you won't be able to make it. Just give up." She was better to obediently be his pet, servant, and the one who he slept with. She should just lie down and make money from him.

"I said I can, so I can." The confident smile on Amelia's face was shining, which annoyed Patrick.

"What's your plan?" he asked.

Amelia smiled faintly. "You don't need to worry about it. Just wait patiently to collect your money. Oh, by the way, I've made up my mind. You don't have to try to change my mind by discouraging me. It's useless."

Patrick pointed at her nose and threatened, "If you dare to do those nasty jobs, prepare to be spanked!"

With that, Amelia recalled that Patrick had once pressed her against his thigh to punish her. She said angrily, "Don't you feel ashamed? You're too old to spank someone!"

"Don't you feel even more ashamed that you're too old to be spanked?" Patrick said flatly, not afraid of pissing her off.

Unable to win the quarrel, she snorted, turned around, and left.

Patrick chased after her. Deep down, he regretted a little about mentioning the cemetery, which resulted in Amelia's determination to beat him. "Did you hear what I said? You're not allowed to do those nasty jobs!"

"You are such a windbag!" Amelia waved her hand like she was shooing flies. Instead of taking care of his mother, he was here meddling in her business!

Patrick said seriously, "If you don't want me to badger you, you have to promise me!"

A trace of anger flashed across Amelia's face.

Patrick still did not know her. No matter how urgent she needed money, she would only get it through proper means. When did she take a shortcut? She never whored herself out.

Feeling his sharp gaze on her face, Amelia couldn't help but turn her face around and said, "Well, I swear to get a safe and reliable job. I won't make you a cuckold, nor will I dishonor the Hopper Family. Is that okay?"

Patrick answered immediately, "Then I'm sure that you won't be able to replace one!"

Well, the topic was back. Except for being a prostitute, mistress, or bar girl, there were no other ways for women to earn money quickly? Amelia rolled her eyes.

Patrick changed the subject, "I know you have high self-esteem and very few skills. Well, I'll take back what I said, and you should give up looking for a part-time job. Just stay in Roxxon as manager Ramsay." "Listen, does that sound like a comfort? It's clear that he despises me!" thought Amelia.

Amelia said more firmly, "What is said cannot be unsaid. You can pretend that you've never said it, but I can't pretend that I've never heard of it. I will pay your money back!"

Anyway, she owed him a lot of money. It was reasonable for her to make money to pay him back. Short reckonings made long friends, so did husband and wife.

At the same time...

After returning to her grandfather's apartment, Jessica was furious at her mother. "Don't you choose the man you screw? You've laid your fingers on the master of the Hopper Family and asked him to run away with you. Do you know how powerful his wife and two sons are?"

Jocelyn opened her mouth and said innocently, "I didn't know it was going to be like this..."

Jessica could not forgive her. "My best friend is Mr. Patrick's wife, but you hit on his father. How am I supposed to face her?"

Considering that Jessica's grandfather was sleeping in the room inside, Jocelyn asked her daughter not to shout. "Jessica, shall we talk in my room?"

Jessica lowered her voice and snorted. "You're afraid of being heard by Grandpa, aren't you? Fine, let's close the door and talk. I happen to have something to tell you."

Jocelyn breathed a sigh of relief, glad that at least Jessica would listen to her.

But she was wrong. As soon as they entered the room, Jessica looked aggressive again. "I was almost killed by you this time! I'm begging you. Can you please move out of Northville as soon as possible?" Jocelyn looked at her in sadness. "Jessica, it's not that I don't want to leave, I just can't bear to part with you."

Jessica clicked her tongue, her dislike for Jocelyn obvious. "How many years has it been since you've left me alone? I even earned my living expenses for the four years in university..." "Jessica, you should speak with a clear conscience. When you were in college, I sent money to your account every month!" Jocelyn said anxiously.

Jessica knew that it was true, but she did not want to admit what Jocelyn had done for her and said stubbornly, "You did! But I didn't want to spend your stinky money, okay? Who knew lying under which man did you get that money!"

Slap...

Infuriated, Jocelyn smacked Jessica. Then she stared at her red palm in a daze and said, "I'm sorry! Jessica, are you okay? I didn't mean it. Don't be angry with me!"

When Jocelyn's hand was about to touch her daughter's cheek, Jessica turned her face away indifferently and said, "As long as you leave Northville tomorrow, not only will I not be angry with you, but I will be grateful to you."

"Tomorrow?" Jocelyn burst into tears and said sadly, "You hate seeing me that much?"

"That's right! Only if you're gone will I be able to get my apartment and coffee shop back and support Grandpa and my daughter." Jessica stated without hesitation.

Jocelyn managed with a broken heart, "I'll go! I'll leave tonight. If Howard calls and asks you where I am, tell him that I have left and will spend the rest of my life somewhere else."

"I will!" It would be a lie to say that Jessica was not upset. After all, Jocelyn was still her mother. But only when Jocelyn disappeared could Jessica return to her normal life. This was enough! The next day, at Roxxon Corporation.

Amelia reached out and flipped through the calendar. The day after tomorrow was a weekend. She carefully checked her agenda. After making sure that she was available, she clicked through the emails many advertisers and companies had sent her and read carefully.

It shouldn't be forgotten that Amelia had been in commercials and almost went into showbiz. Before she was forgotten, it should not be too late for her to contact those employers about commercials or hostess Anyway, Eve was unconscious now. Even if she woke up, she shouldn't have the energy to trouble Amelia in a short time. Why didn't Amelia take advantage of the opportunity to earn some money?