Chapter 91


    It was the evening.


    The prosperousmercial street was noisy and many cars were bustling and thergestmercial


    bar in the center of the square was shining with colorful light beams, which was particrly 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 toe over.


    "Patrick, you''d better not drink so much. You''ve been suffering from migrainestely. 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 ss and gulped it down. With his calm eyes, he nced 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 ss 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 hepeted 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 ss and looked at the hot girls diagonally across him withplicated 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 ying.


    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 ss with his long and delicate fingers. He gently shook the ss 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 apanied.


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


    incidentst 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 ttering.


    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 ss 301, grade


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


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


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


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    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 Vi 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 ss.


    Patrick grabbed the ss, 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 sote." 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 husbandes 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


    dors 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-inw''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 schrship, 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 thest time, Patrick took her to the basement to scare her, actually...


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