Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 493

Amelia said with a pout, "Didn't I do this all for you?"

Patrick gaped at her beauty and raised his eyebrows with adoration. "Why was it for me?"

Amelia reasoned, "When I saw Shawn's news just now, you were going get angry with me. To not aggravate you, I had to avoid you." Patrick harrumphed coldly and said, "Excuses."

"I'm serious! Don't you see that you're being angry right at this moment?" Amelia said in an irrefutable accusatory tone.

Patrick replied stony-faced, "That's because you were hiding it from me in the first place."

Amelia played along and retorted, "I hid it from you because you got angry with me first."

"" Patrick was speechless.

After a pause, Amelia changed the topic and asked, "By the way, Mr. Hopper, do you think Leah's family will still pull strings for you and her?"

"Not possible, I'm not a recycle center," Patrick's answer was surprisingly similar to Leah's.

"Then, what she did today would definitely have a bad taint on her family's name. Will she be

punished?" "No, she won't," Patrick said with certainty.

Amelia gave him a confused look and said, "How can you be so sure?"

The cold look on Patrick's face revealed a hint of confidence. He said, "Because I will help her."

After thinking for a while, Amelia finally came to her realization and said, "Oh, you want to plead the Dollar's for her? Well... If it were you, the Dollar's would never push you away!"

Patrick shook his head and answered, "Pleading for mercy is only a surface solution and it doesn't fix the cause."

"Then?" Amelia asked curiously.

Patrick gave her a look that implied that she should calm down a little and said, "I have my own plans. You'll know when it happens."

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, a few days had gone.

"What? Jack Hunt is dead?" Upon hearing the news from Owen, Patrick, who was planning out Roxxon's expansion plan for next year in the study, clenched his fist that was holding the computer mouse. Owen said solemnly, "Yes, the men of the West City Police Station ambushed Jack's house after lurking around since a few days ago to no new lead. We finally decided to capture him in one fell swoop as no one was contacting him. When we slammed the door open, we found that Jack had hanged himself."

Patrick frowned slightly and said, "How could this happen?"

Owen explained, "There are many reasons for his suicide. It could be due to his conscience, or that he knew he couldn't escape imprisonment...'

"Impossible!" Patrick denied. "It would take criminals like him a reincarnation for them to come to their conscience. Furthermore, imprisonment is not a death sentence. Jack had no reason to commit suicide." Owen replied in a low voice, "Yes, your thoughts are similar to mine. However, there is another possibility that Jack is threatened by his superior."

Patrick asked seriously,' "Where is his phone?"

"It was thrown downstairs and broke into pieces."

Patrick asked again, "Then...how about the phone's SIM card?"

"The toilet cover in his place was open. We suspect that Jack might have flushed out the SIM card."

"What about the computer?"

"He didn't have a computer at home."

"His address book?"

"Didn't have it either."

In other words, there was no lead to replace anybody who had contacted Jack...

"Brother, do you suspect anybody?"

Owen gave Patrick his answer with a silence.

Patrick had no choice but to say, "Brother, don't put too much pressure on yourself. After all, you're not responsible for Northville."

Owen hummed in agreement and said, "Consider Jack's death as retribution. The matter of my sister-in-law being framed has come to an end."

At the same time, at Streams Villa.

Observing the face of the man in front of him, Brayden said with joy, "Mr. Vicente, according to the reports from my men, the cops carried Jack's corpse out of his house this morning. Now all of the informants hiding around his house have retreated."

Vincente sat on the sofa steadily, and his eyes were impassive. "Was there any trace left behind?"

"No, Jack committed suicide. Even if the police involved the medical examiners, they won't replace anything."

"His family?"

"They're still in our hands! I promised Jack that as long as he handled this watertight, I would let his family go and make sure they're taken good care of. On the contrary, if he dared to expose us, they can mee on their way to hell."

Vicente took a glance at him and said appreciatively, "You're cruel."

Restraining himself from telling him that Mr. Vicente still outdid him, Brayden said, "By the way, Mr.

Vicente, shall we wipe out Owen too? To avenge Jack's death?"

The look in Joe's eyes frosted into ice in an instant. "Jack was an idiot, so are you going to be an idiot too? Do you want The Hopper Family to suspect us?"

Brayden gave a deep bow in a hurry. "Mr. Vicente, I'm so sorry! I was wrong in my considerations."

Vincente reached out and pulled him back up, then said, "It's fine, you haven't made any mistake. Be cleverer when organizing the West Zone in the future, understand?" "Okay!" Brayden wiped the sweat off his palms and answered.

The Ramsay Family.

Under the unwelcoming gaze of Brittany, Tiffany calmly told her subordinates to present the wedding dress in front of Alice. "Mrs. Green, this is a pure handmade silk wedding dress specially made by the Scarlet Clothing Company. 'Elegance' is its synonym, and 'extravagance' is its motto. Any woman who wears this dress becomes the most beautiful bride naturally!"

"Well, let me see." Alice reached out her hand and gently stroked the wedding dress. She was not a rustic woman from the countryside and would not believe Tiffany just by a few words she had said. After confirming that both the color composition and the silk material of the wedding dress were of top quality, Alice merrily said to Tiffany, "I've long heard that the Scarlet Clothing Company is one of the best in the country, and the dresses are often sold to overseas. From my experience today, it really lives up to its reputation!"

Tiffany politely replied, "As long as Mrs. Green likes it."

Alice nodded. "Of course I like it. I'll get someone to transfer the rest of the money to your company later."

The smile on Tiffany's face grew even wider. "It was a pleasure working with you. If there's anything you need next time, Mrs. Green, we welcome you again." Brittany, who had been silent the whole time, rose from her seat and glared at Tiffany after hearing her. She accused, "What did you mean by that? Are you cursing my marriage?"

Tiffany threw a glance at Brittany and realized that she had always been hostile to their company from the beginning. Or else, she would not have torn up the designs that they sent over.

To tell the truth, if it were not for Amelia's sake, they would not have accepted this business for any other reason. Plus, Tiffany did not want to handle the attitude of this woman too.

Seeing that Tiffany was glaring at her with a kind of courteous but contemptuous look, Brittany tightened her fists in anger and said, "I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me?"