Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 406

Patrick gave a faint smile as if the man with the frustrated expression earlier hadn't been him.

In the corridor, Carter fumbled around in his pocket and took out a cigarette pack and a lighter. With his movement, a transparent plastic bag fell from his pocket to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he had walked far away with his cigarette in his mouth, not noticing that he had dropped something.

Valerie, who was following him all the way, happened to see that. She couldn't help but feel her heart went faster and her mouth dry as she was overwhelmed by the pleasant surprise!

She had been worrying about how to get the evidence back. But now, since Carter was careless enough to lose the evidence, she was not to blame for taking advantage of it!

A shadow flashed as Valerie rushed over to pick up the plastic bag with the fastest speed she could ever manage and hurried to stuff it into her leather handbag. After that, she left as fast as she could, pretending that she was just passing by.

She made it all the way home without getting caught. Before Valerie could sit down and slow her heartbeat, the doorbell rang abruptly.

She thought it was her friends coming to visit her, but when she opened the door and found out who were there, her face twisted.

From left to right, there were Carter, his coworker, as well as Jeremy and Tiffany, who looked like cr*p!

At the police station.

Valerie's face was tense as she heard the only crisp sound of Carter typing on the keyboard.

After pulling Valerie's file, Carter stopped and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, why did you put the broken glass in Amelia Ramsay's shoe."

Valerie rolled her somewhat darkened eyes and said indifferently, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Tiffany, who was sitting beside them, opened her mouth, "Valerie, tell the truth to Officer Whyet. Otherwise, it won't go well for you."

Valerie said with no expression, "The truth is that I accidentally found the evidence Officer Whyet left on the way. I knew it's important, so I picked it up and took it home."

"Oh?" Carter curled his lips into a smile. "You know it's evidence and still dare enough keep it. You seem

to be rather bold."

Valerie was a little short of breath as she said, "I was thinking about giving it back to you when I'm available. What's wrong with that?"

She just wouldn't give up until the last second, would she?

Carter cast a look at his coworker, who immediately took out his mobile phone and clicked open a video, which showed he dropped the evidence before Valerie soon appearing and taking it away.

It took a while for Valerie to figure the whole thing out. Tiffany had asked two police officers to help with the case, but when she left, Valerie only saw Carter.

It turned out that the two policemen had left one after the other according to their plan. One had set a bait to lure Valerie into a trap, and the other had taken a video with his mobile phone of her stealing the evidence!

Carter was very satisfied with the surprise on Valerie's face. "According to you, you should be eager to return the evidence to me, right? But from the video, I just left for more than ten seconds before you ran over to pick up the plastic bag. If you did plan to return it to me, you would have caught up with me. Why did you choose a direction opposite mine and rushed home in such a hurry?"

Valerie moved her lips and finally burst into tears. "Mr. Roland, Tiffany, I'm sorry... I couldn't sit back and share resources with another woman... That's why I put glasses in the embroidered shoe... Given that I've been working for the company for so many years... would you please forgive me this time!"

After leaving the police station, Jeremy said with a painful look on his face, "Is Valerie a fool? She actually asked us to bail her? I think she would be safer staying in the jail. At least she doesn't have to face Patrick's fury!"

Tiffany sighed. "Since she became famous, Valerie has been more and more arrogant. Well, this lesson is enough for her to remember for the rest of her life! Go, let's buy some gifts and apologize to them." In the hospital.

When Amelia woke up, all she knew was that her right foot hurt so much that she couldn't help but let out a cry.

Patrick, who was listening to Jeremy and Tiffany's apologies at the door, heard her voice. He raised one finger to ask them to be quiet before turning around and striding towards Amelia.

As usual, Amelia tried to sit up when she woke up. But this time, she failed. Seeing that her right foot was fixed, and heavily bandaged, Amelia was frustrated and kept asking Patrick if she was lame. Anger was evident in Patrick's eyes as he shouted with sorry, "Nonsense. Your foot is fine!"

Seeing him being so harsh, Amelia stuck out her tongue and said, "I was just kidding to liven up the air. You are so mean."

Realizing that she was still in the mood to make a joke, Patrick looked defeated and said, "Do you know how much blood you just shed? My car was almost flooded!"

"You're exaggerating!" Amelia didn't buy it at all.

"I'm telling the truth!" Patrick had rarely argued with her so childishly.

In the eyes of those who cared about their lovers, even if it was a minor injury, the horror would be infinitely magnified and even exaggerated. And Patrick was one of them.

Knowing that she couldn't beat Patrick in the argument, Amelia turned her eyes to look at the back of Patrick and said in a low voice, "Hey, Mr. Roland and Miss Tiffany are at the door. Aren't you going to invite them in?"

Patrick sneered. "They'd be thankful that I didn't throw them into jails. Invite them in? Not gonna happen!"

"Huh?" Confused, Amelia hurried to ask what had happened when she was asleep.

By the time Patrick had told her the whole story, Amelia's mouth was wide open.

"You... you mean that it was not an accident that I stepped on the broken glass. The model, Valerie, put it there on purpose?"

"That's right."

Amelia shivered a little, thinking that a jealous woman was so horrifying. She and Valerie had no grudge against each other, yet Valerie would bleed Amelia simply because of a magazine cover! "And Mr. Roland and Miss Tiffany..."

"They're here to apologize to you, but I don't think those useless apologies should be accepted," Patrick said coldly.

Amelia was considerate. "Don't say that. They didn't know such a thing would have happened. Besides, considering Valerie's and my condition, their shooting certainly couldn't go on anymore. We have no idea how much money they are going to lose." "Money again. What else do you have in mind other than money?" Patrick complained, not ready to be ignored.

Amelia hurried to reach out to hold his big hand and

said with a smile, "I have you..."

In the face of Patrick's brightened smile, she continued, "And my father, Grandma, Florence, Jessica..."

Patrick, who wanted to be the only one Amelia cared about, was almost pissed off when he heard her long list of names.