"Don''t understand in English? Fine, I''ll teach you." A smirk yed on Bet''s lips as he shot another look at the bodyguard.
The bodyguard walked to the bed, hauled Patrick off it, threw him to the floor, and without a word, began to beat him with his fists and feet.
Patrick was powerless to fight back, curling up and crying out in pain as the blows rained down.
“Help, help! You can''t just beat people up! Is there now in this city? Mr. Taylor, Thomas, help me!"
Seeing this, Thomas stood frozen in ce, his brow deeply furrowed.
Patrick was indeed his friend, but Thomas knew his cousin Bet. He never acted without certainty.
Patrick was beaten until his face was bruised and swollen and his body was convulsing before the bodyguard finally pulled him up from the floor.
"Where is Yvonne?" Bet asked, lighting a cigarette and looking at him.
"I... I don''t know," Patrick stammered, still shaking his head in feigned confusion. "After Thomas left to take the call, Ms. Jones and I were discussing the script in the room. As we were talking, I suddenly felt dizzy, and then I cked out."
After hearing his story, Bet flicked the ash from his cigarette with a long finger. "Stubborn, aren''t we?"
"After the g, you brought Yvonne here. This teahouse is in your name. You lit the incense in the private room. You''re involved in every step of Yvonne''s
disappearance, and you have the nerve to tell me you don''t know anything? Do you take me for a fool?"
"Still so tight-lipped. I guess we didn''t hit you hard enough." Bet gave the bodyguard another signal.
The bodyguard nodded and shoved Patrick back onto the bed. This time, instead of using his fists, he picked up a fruit knife from a tray on the table.
In one swift motion, he plunged it straight into Patrick''s shoulder de.
"Ah!" Patrick let out a pained scream, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the knife sticking out of his shoulder.
"Bet, you''re taking thew into your own hands! You have no regard for justice Aren''t you afraid I''ll call the police and have your arrested?
Patrick shrieked, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain, on the
verge of fainting.
"Arrest me? Who do you think you are?" Bet sneered, taking a slow drag from his cigarette.
Seeing that Patrick still wouldn''t talk, the bodyguard yanked the knife out of his shoulder. Blood spurted from the wound instantly. Patrick''s face went deathly pale, and his eyes rolled back in pain.
But the bodyguard was an old hand.
He pressed a pressure point under Patrick''s nose to keep him from
passing out.
Re
With his other hand, brandished the blood-stained knife,
motioning as if to stab Patrick''s
other shoulder de.
Patrick finally broke, wailing, "I really
don''t know where they took Ms.
the
Jones! They tampered with the
video footage, reced it. But this
teahouse has a backup of the
security system. You might find a clue in the backup files."
As soon as Patrick finished, Bet shot up from his chair and hurried out the door.
As he passed Thomas, he tossed a coldmand over his shoulder, "Clean this ce up. Leave no trace."
After Bet left, Thomas finally walked over to Patrick.
Patrick was limp on the bed, his wound still bleeding profusely.
"Take... take me to a hospital. Save me... I don''t want to die," Patrick managed to say, grabbing Thomas'' pant leg.
But Thomas kicked his hand away, roaring in fury, "Patrick, I treated you like a brother, and you fucking set me up!”
"I... I had no choice. The Rogers family funds half of my projects. Oscar has dirt on me. If I don''t do what he says, he''ll ruin me."
Patrick sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Thomas gave him another vicious kick. "If Yvonne is okay, I''ll let you live. But if anything happens to her, you''ll be joining her in the grave."
With that, Thomas motioned for the Taylor family bodyguards, ordering, "Lock him up for now, and clean this mess up."