Chapter 574

Chapter 574

“Didn“t you promise to bring Christina over yesterday? Where's she?”

Charles didn't even have time to eat lunch at home and rushed over directly.

He kept remembering that he had been forgotten by her, which made him feel vexed. Therefore, he

was trying to figure out how to make her remember everything quickly.

Right now, he was sitting at the bar of the club with Alan, they were drinking, eating kebabs and

chatting. “If I didn't know you so well, I would suspect you had a crush on Mr. Hopkins's wife.”

Charles became shocked after hearing that and almost spat out the beer in his mouth. He then

immediately warned, “Don't talk nonsense. Patrick’ll kill me.”

Alan let out a mischievous smile and patted him on the shoulder. “Maybe you've seen a lot of

feminine and graceful women, so you wanna change a “taste” now.”

Among so many rich young men, Charles was the most approachable. He got along well with all

kinds of people. And they often teased each other.

"What're you talking about?” Charles took a sip of cool beer. He then took out a platinum credit

card from his wallet and put it on the table. And he joked, “With money, you can have any kind of

woman you want.”

“What about Mr. Hopkins'wife? The straightforward and daring kind?"

“I think she’s just a little willful and fierce. And she's very violent. She kicked me several times.”

The more Charles said, the more vengeful Charles became.

Actually, his feelings for Christina were special. He had been suppressed by his mother since he was

young, and had a special “respect’ for those fierce women that he couldn't deal with

All the time, he wanted to resist his mother's “oppression” to him, but for more than 30 years, he

failed to do that. So occasionally he annoyed Christina on purpose, purely for comforting himself.

“I bet you'll find a wife just like her in the future.” Alan said with confidence.

“I don't think so. Look at Patrick's angry face today, he must have been provoked.”

Charles pretended to be frightened and wailed, “I don't wanna live like that.”

Upon hearing that, Alan and the bartender both laughed.

At this moment, Christina, who was standing behind, was looking curiously at them.

“Is there anyone behind us?” Alan was more alert.

He felt something and immediately turned to look.

Charles also slowly looked around and found nothing. “You're being paranoid.”

“The security here is so tight. On weekends, there are no other guests. Besides, without a pass, not

even flies can fly in.”

Yet Alan kept his guard. “There are cameras everywhere in the Hopkins family, and the security

there's very tight as well. But the twins are still missing.”

And the twins hadn't been found yet. He and Gary were worried, but after a few days, there was still

no clue.

Damn it, if they knew who had taken the children away so recklessly, they would definitely cut him

into pieces.

“Patrick doesn't seem to be very worried about the twins.”

“We don't understand either.” Alan sighed. “Mr. Hopkins didn't care about his sons’ safety. Yet he

kept urging us to set off...”

“To where?” Charles grew curious.

However, Alan didn't say anything at this critical moment. He shrugged. “Can't tell.” His fingers

made a silent gesture on his mouth.

At this moment, Christina passed the bar counter and walked along the corridor on the left.

She saw a spacious space with five boxing rings, a shooting range in front, and a restroom, a

bathroom, a dining room on the side.

Betty brought her to this club and said that Patrick might be here. The receptionist respectfully let

them in. But Betty was not interested in this club targetting at young clients. She went back first and

Christina then continued to look around curiously.

Christina found that the club was deserted and there was basically no one here, maybe because of

the weekend.

She then continued to tour along the corridor on the other side. Because it was too quiet around,

she subconsciously stepped on the soft carpet and made no sound

There were not many fun things in this wide and cold space, only many rooms with closed door.

The orange light of the wall lamp in the corridor was soft, and the whole corridor looked mysterious

and hazy. It was as if some people were discussing some secrets in those locked rooms.

The second-to-last room on the night seemed particularly large, like a conference room. Yet the two

thick black

wooden doors were not closed completely.

She then leaned over curlously.

"... No plane.”

“No matter what kind of plane it is, the fog over there is heavy, and the weather on the sea is

unpredictable. There might be a few flashes of lightning or a big storm in any minute.”

In the room, there seemed to be an intense discussion over something.

“Relatively speaking, the ship will be safer.”

"I also agree to sail over there. Damn it, the weather there is volatile. Or we can drive a submarine.

There will be a way to successfully land on the island.”

Then s woman said in an arrogant and disdainful tone, and she sneered, “Do you know how many

reefs there are in that fog? Drive a boat or submarine? It'll sink before getting ashore. By then, you'll

be frozen to death in the sea and become the sharks’ food.”

“The seawater over there is especially cold. Damn it, it's really tricky.” If they fell into the sea, they

would become an ice corpse in less than five minutes.

everyone inside was facing the door with their backs. There were many large display screens on the

walls of the room. The data and maps were changing on each screen.

After hearing the content of their conversation, she became even more curious.

They seemed to be in a meeting?

“Can you draw a map?” At this time, she heard a familiar deep voice.

Feeling shocked, although she could not see clearly through the crack of the door, she was sure that

Patrick was the one who asked this question.

“There are very thick clouds above these islands, and the fog persists throughout all year. The

satellite cant even take a clear picture...” Lucy was answering his question.

However, he didn't listen to her words carefully.

He suddenly turned around with a serious face, and shouted coldly, “Who's there?”

Christina was startled by his sudden scolding.

She eavesdropped on their confidential discussion. Was she in trouble?

Being on tenterhooks, she was hesitating whether she should hide away.

But Patrick strode towards the door with a cold face. After pushing the door open, he was surprised

to see her,

“I, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. You didn't close the door!”

She was diffident. Before he could speak, she took the lead in making a fierce statement. The more

guilty she was, the fiercer she would pretend to be.

At this time, Lucy turned around and was surprised to see her as well.

Detecting that he wasn't mad, Lucy then raised her eyebrows and deliberately said loudly, “Boss, this

door is disobedient. It's not closed properly. We must take it down and burn it.”

Everyone in the room immediately laughed as soon as they heard that. At this point, Christina stood

at the door in embarrassment.

She was sure now that this ostentatious woman with short hair must have had a grudge against her

in the past. This woman seemed to be called Lucy.

And Patrick let his men laugh at Christina. Anyway, Lucy and the others would get used to her

temperament in the future.

He then walked to her and asked, “Why are you here?”

Wasn't she going to look for Derek?

Yet she asked in reply, “Are you looking for some island?”

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