Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 58: Devil's Wife 

Christina sneaked into the wine party.In fact, she did not understand why she came over.

She was a little concerned and upset.She thought that Laurie and Cory would definitely attend IP&G Group's anniversary celebration.

Carrie might come too.She wanted to know what was hidden between Patrick and Carrie.

She wondered whether he helped Carrie against her.

To her disappointment, Carrie wasn't there tonight.

The celebration had begun.

"The one on stage is the President of IP&G Group..."

A stranger beside her pointed to the rostrum and whispered.

Immediately, he looked down at Christina and smiled.

"Miss Jones, I heard that you are his girlfriend."

He smiled casually as if he were simply curious about their relationship.

Christina looked a little embarrassed.

The man mistook her for Cecilia.

She had no way but to pretend to be another woman because she didn't have an invitation.

At this time, the lights of the venue were dimmed.

Patrick was making a speech on the rostrum.

He was surrounded by the spotlight, setting off his outstanding temperament.

Instantly, he became the focus of the entire venue.

Christina stood in the crowd and occasionally heard some women whispering.

These women looked at the stage with adoration.

The distance between her and him was not that far.

But at this moment, Christina really understood the distance between them.

The distance between her and him reminded her of what Betty had said before.

Patrick was the kind of man whom anyone shouldn't be in love with.

Falling in love with him was doomed to end in misery.

What kind of woman would own such a man? Christina didn't know.

But that woman was definitely not her.

Just as she was thinking about it, a burning gaze suddenly fell on her from the stage.

Christina was shocked when she looked into his deep eyes.

Patrick's speech was brief.

He quickly handed the microphone back to the host.

He seemed to find something and then strode down the stage.

"Patrick."

This soft voice came from a woman who threw herself to Patrick when he just stepped down.

In the distance, Christina was stunned.

After a second of hesitation, she turned around and walked straight to the exit.

"Why on earth did I come here..."

Christina lowered her head and walked a little faster, mocking herself in a low voice.

"Go away!"

Patrick's voice was cold and deep, with a hint of displeasure.

"Patrick, I have received those anonymous threatening letters recently.They are terrible..." Cecilia held his arm tightly.

Her voice was soft and low, making people softhearted.

"Miss Jones, please don't bother me!" Patrick looked impatient.

Without any pity, he pushed her away.

"Go away "

He looked anxiously at the previous position but found nothing.Did he make a mistake? It was Cecilia not her?

"Patrick, are you going back so soon?"

Charles and Patrick left the party together and took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot.

Patrick looked cold and did not answer him.

At this moment, the two of them walked side by side to the car.

Mr.Hopkins was at the celebration today.

So, Patrick asked all the bodyguards to protect his grandfather from any accident.

Charles took out the car keys.

"Patrick, why don't you let Christina out..."

As he spoke, he reached out to open the door.

"Patrick!"

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded.

Then, there was a sharp and piercing gunshot.

Bang

"Get down!"

Patrick shouted at Charles almost at the same time.

Charles was startled and quickly turned over.

The two of them were hidden under the car.

The bullets hit the metal body of the car, making a soul-stirring noise.

"Patrick, come out!"

The man was dressed in a suit, looking like an elite.

But at the moment, he was out of control.

His face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his right hand held a gun.

He was striding towards them. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Patrick!!"

He seemed to hate the name and kept roaring! Christina, who was hiding behind a white Bentley, turned pale with fear.

‘’What should I do?’’ She just walked out of the elevator and wanted to drive back to Hopkins Family.

She didn't expect to meet such a terrible gunfight.

That man wanted to kill Patrick...

Christina could not help but tremble.

Her mind went blank.

She kept telling herself to calm down and find a way to help them.

But when she looked up at the mirror, she saw that the ferocious man holding the gun tightly with his right hand.

He was about to reach Patrick...

Bang

The bullet flew out of the muzzle.

The horrible and ear- splitting sound scared her.

‘‘No a Christina could almost hear herself shouting in her heart.Her feet were weak and her trembling body was about to run towards them…”

However, as soon as she took a step, she heard a familiar voice.

"Patrick, today is the anniversary celebration.It's bad luck to see blood."

Soon, Charles's voice came from the huge parking lot.

His tone was calm and didn't sound too panicky.

Christina leaned out half of her body and looked at them with a puzzled expression.

Then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they were fine.

The man with the gun was pinned down on the car by Patrick.

Patrick clapped his hands with his right hand and pressed his neck with his left hand.

"You want to kill me?" Patrick asked him.

His voice was cold as if he did not care at all about the horrific scene just now.

"Patrick, you motherf*cker"

The man roared out of control.

His voice was full of hatred, and he resisted with all his might.

However, his gun had fallen to the ground.

He was suppressed by Patrick and all he did was in vain.

"Your father's death has nothing to do with Patrick.’’ Charles was not too shocked by this scene.

It was not the first time they had encountered such a situation.

Seeing the man in front of them, they could immediately guess the reason.

"He killed my father! Patrick, you cold-blooded beast, it was you! You killed my father!"

The man’s face, which was pressed against the car window, was deformed.

The voice he uttered was eerie and angry.

"My dad worked for IP&G Group for nearly 30 years.Patrick, you suddenly landed as president of the group this year.In order to consolidate your power in the group, you did not hesitate to suppress these previous managers who worked hard for the group."

"Patrick, you asshole, I'm gonna kill you."

Click - Patrick motioned to Charles, took the gun in his right hand, and loaded it skillfully, and pressed the cold muzzle against his temple.

He didn't seem to mind the scolding at all.

Instead, he sneered...

"You want to go to the hell to accompany that useless old thing?"

The man's face turned pale.

The cold and terrifying metallic touch on his temple made him tremble instinctively.

"Patrick, you, don't be too arrogant.There are a lot of people who want you to die..."

He suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted with trembling.

Patrick was too ruthless.

He did everything he could without leaving leeway, which had offended many people in the business circle.

Those people didn't dare to challenge him directly, but they all hated him.

"Do you have the ability to kill me?"

Patrick pressed the muzzle closer to him.

His cold and deep voice was filled with contempt.

Charles looked at the gun in Patrick's hand.

He was very worried that if this man would shoot him.

In this confrontation, one must die.

Patrick was never softhearted on his enemies.

Charles persuaded the man, "Your father jumped off the branch building in Venice.Who else can you blame? The police have also decided that it was a suicide.I advise you to calm down..."

"No! No!"

When the man heard that his father had committed suicide by jumping off a building, he became agitated again.

"Patrick, it's you.You must have forced my father to leave.He has worked for the group for 30 years.He can't take the initiative to leave..."

"Also, I found out that you weren't there on the opening day of branch company in Venice.When my dad was standing on the rooftop asking for a phone call, what did you say to him?"

"Patrick, you son of a b*tch! You didn't persuade him not to.You said you would have to find a cleaner to dispose of his body if he jumped down.You're not a human being.You're a devil.You're the one who deserves to die!"

The man's voice was filled with hatred and despair.

His roar echoed in the spacious underground parking lot.

In the distance, Christina was stunned.

She didn't know what kind of person Patrick was.

But he really wasn't the man who could persuade a person to cherish his life.

He didn't have so much sympathy.

She knew that long ago that Patrick was a very dangerous man.

But after spending time with him recently, she had somehow forgotten his true nature.

Now that she suddenly heard these words, complex tangled emotions surged into Christina's mind.

Her hands tightened into fists.

Charles looked at Patrick in front of him and saw his cold side face.

He knew that this man was not going to explain.

Charles did not want to see blood here.

Anyone who provoked Patrick would not have a good result.

"Why do you think your father agreed to resign so easily..."

Charles said quickly, "Your father privately made hundreds of millions of dollars, and he even used the company to smuggle."

The man was stunned.

Then he retorted excitedly, "No, impossible!"

"You want to fabricate the truth.My dad can't do this..."

Patrick's face was cold compared to his excitement.

"Your father is a waste-"

"Patrick, shut up, shut up!"

He couldn't stand people mocking his father who had just passed away.

He shouted ferociously, "Patrick, you have a family too.I won't let you go.I'll kill your wife and let you taste the pain of loss..."

Bang - He had no chance to say the rest because Patrick pressed the man's head against the car window and smashed it hard.

The glass shard cut half of his cheek and blood slid down his cheek.

Patrick's slender fingers were stained red.

Charles stood right beside them and was startled to see this scene.

Patrick looked very terrible.

"Your father called me.He begged me.He wanted his dignity back.He wanted to be powerful and mighty.He wanted to threaten me with his life..."

Patrick's bloodstained fingers tightened and grabbed the man’s throat.

He sneered.

"There's nothing left If he died.He doesn't even have the ability to bear failure.This kind of trash wants to threaten me with his lowly life and make me feel guilty.What a joke!"

Patrick's expression was grim.

He threw the bleeding man directly onto the floor.

"Put him in prison for a few years…” Patrick said to Charles in a cold voice.

But just as he spoke, he seemed to feel something and suddenly turned around and looked behind.

Patrick narrowed his eyes.

"Who is it? Come out!"

His cold voice echoed in the spacious underground parking lot…