Chapter 91

It was the evening.

The prosperous commercial street was noisy and many cars were bustling and the largest

commercial bar in the center of the square was shining with colorful light beams, which was

particularly dazzling and lively.

"Patrick, are you in a bad mood?"

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the dance floor in the bar, the east side of the bar seemed a

little chilly and no one dared to come over.

"Patrick, you'd better not drink so much. You've been suffering from migraines lately. It's probably

because of your old injury. This is no trifle" Charles hesitated for a long time before he dared to

persuade him.

The man on the left raised his glass and gulped it down. With his calm eyes, he glanced coldly at

Charles.

Charles felt a chill on his back and he immediately shut up.

It was all because Chandler had to deal with his own problems, or else Charles wouldn't have to face

such a gloomy Patrick alone.

Charles knew that Patrick hated it when people talked about his old wounds, so he quickly changed

the subject. "By the way, Patrick, haven't you heard from Derek yet?"

“I can't find him."

Patrick thought of his good buddy and there was a deep frown on his face. He was upset and

poured another half glass of whiskey.

"What a strange thing. It was hard for him to wake up. How could he be missing.” Charles raised his

eyebrows and muttered softly.

But that Derek had always been a weirdo. Although they knew him from a young age, no one really

knew him. Charles had remembered that every time he competed with that guy, he would be at a

loss.

As Chandler said, Derek didn't want to be disturbed. Even Patrick had no way to change this.

But... What exactly did Derek want to do?

When Charles looked at Patrick again, he was a little surprised. He found that Patrick had put down

his wine glass and looked at the hot girls diagonally across him with complicated expressions.

The women across from them were wearing silk stockings, tight scarlet suspender skirts, and they

were leering with their heavily made-up faces.

One of the women stood against the bar, her right foot slightly raised, and her long legs gradually

exposed. It seemed that people who came here were all for playing.

Did Patrick want to find a sex partner?

This thought immediately popped into Charles's head.

However, the next second, Charles felt that this idea was a little stupid. If they dared to get close,

the five bodyguards in the corner would be the first to drive them away.

"In fact, as long as you spend money on women, they will be moved,” Charles said suddenly.

As expected, Patrick turned to look at him.

"I don't know who wrote this. Those women all agree that the man who is willing to pay for them

had the true love for them.” Charles continued to lecture seriously.

Spending money was the most convenient and simple way for these rich men. If woman was

difficult to conquer, they would spend more on jewelry or even houses. No woman could resist

them.

Spend money on her...

Patrick held the crystal wine glass with his long and delicate fingers. He gently shook the glass with

the mellow liquor, and some thoughts came into his mind.

Charles's face was expressionless, and he muttered meaningfully, "But there is one kind of woman

who is exceptional, probably because they were stupid.”

However, it was not entirely Christina's fault. Patrick never pursued her and never said anything

sweet to her.

Patrick directly got her and sent her to Hopkins Family.

"You can give her some jewelry or spend some time with her...” Women seem to be insecure

creatures. They always like to be accompanied.

Although Patrick didn't say it, Charles could easily guess that it must be because of the basement

incident last time. Christina was afraid of him.

It was so awkward. He liked her but he still scared her, and then he became uneasy himself.

"Why don't you wait for Christina to give birth? Then you can make up for your honeymoon..."

Charles gave a good suggestion.

Patrick was in a daze. He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to ask something. Suddenly, the

phone on the bar vibrated.

"Derek?"

Charles looked at the strange phone number and asked excitedly.

Very few people knew Patrick's phone number and this strange call...

They were all worried about Derek. After all, he was terribly injured that year. After being vegetative

in the United States for so many years, he must have former affliction.

Patrick's face became more serious, and he answered it.

He didn't say anything. The person on the other end of the phone seemed very excited and

immediately raised his voice to ask.

"Hello, are you Mark?"

It was a strange voice, and it sounded a little flattering.

The voice on the other side of the phone was a little loud as if the person was afraid Patrick could

not hear it clearly. As Charles sat beside him, he could clearly hear the name "Mark", which was

Patrick's fake name.

"Yes," Patrick replied calmly.

Hearing his voice, this person became more and more excited. "Mark, hello, I'm from class 301,

grade x5, First High School of C City... You used to be our teaching assistant...”

"Next week, we have a class reunion. Do you want to join us?"

The other party paused, as if afraid of rejection, and solemnly emphasized, "Not only our class, but

also other students of our major, most of them are elites of society, and they all want to see..."

"No."

Patrick lost his patience and said one word coldly.

The person on the other end of the phone was a little embarrassed when he heard his cold tone.

"Mark, I heard you're from A City. Our party happened to be at the Red Villa in A City..."

There was no more conversation because Patrick hung up his phone directly and threw his phone

on the bar.

Charles was not surprised to see him cut off the call. He was usually met by a lot of big business

people, not to mention this kind of nobody.

But when he thought about the past, Charles still didn't understand.

Why did Patrick go to that high school in C City to be a teaching assistant? If his students knew who

he was, they must have been scared to death...

Charles's face suddenly froze. Christina seemed to be a student of that class.

Patrick grabbed the glass, feeling even more agitated because of the phone call.

Chasing a woman was really difficult.

Ding ding...

The cell phone in the bedroom kept ringing

Christina was still applying body lotion in the bathroom. When she heard the bell, she ran out

immediately.

She was a little anxious as if she was afraid of missing something.

"Crystal?"

It was already 11 pm. Christina picked up the phone and heard Crystal's voice. She originally

thought it was Patrick...

"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you two so late.” Crystal's voice was sullen and she was clearly in a bad

mood.

"He's not home yet,” Christina said and then asked with concern. "What's wrong?"

Crystal immediately stopped being polite to her and let out a loud roar. "Christina, I feel like I'm

going to explode!"

Christina, "..."

"I'm going to die. Before your husband comes home, please sacrifice yourself and be my trash can. I

need to vent."

"Do you know how crazy my mother is? I listened to her and went back home to discuss my

brother's marriage with her. I told her that I had a down payment on all my money, and there were

only 30,000 dollars left. She immediately scolded me for not talking to her about buying a house..."

"In the end... My mother and my bitch brother, my stepfather, surrounded me and asked me to

hand over the keys to the apartment. In that case, my brother didn't have to bother buying a new

house, he just used my apartment as his new house..."

"You really gave it to them?" Christina was startled.

"You didn't see the disgusting look on my future sister-in-law's face. She said that my apartment

wasn't in the city center. It was only 80 square meters and it was too small. She didn't know that

how I tried to pay that down payment. She didn't know how difficult it was to buy a house in A

City." Crystal was really furious.

As she spoke, Crystal, who had always been optimistic, became depressed. "Christina, I'm really

tired."

"When I was in college, I went abroad on a full scholarship, but more than half of my college mates

were entered by paying sky-high tuition fees. I worked part-time to earn living expenses. When I got

up at 4: 00 in the morning to study, those rich kids were just hanging around. I failed when I was

born. It's useless no matter how hard I tried..."

"I finally got my own house, and it would be robbed again.”

Christina's heart also sank. "Crystal, don't worry about them. Your name is on that property

certificate. Why do you listen to them?"

"I'm not that stupid. I'll take care of it.” Crystal was just grumbling in a bad mood.

However, she really made something clear in her mind. "I just want to find a man who would treat

me well with his whole heart right now. I don't care about his appearance and family background.

We could work hard together. It's enough to have someone to share the trivial matters of life.”

"Christina, your husband treats you really well. You should cherish it. It's not easy to meet him."

Christina held the phone and suddenly became silent.

Besides the last time, Patrick took her to the basement to scare her, actually...

"He treats me very well..." She murmured.