Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 59: I'll Kill You Tonight 

Patrick's face was grim.He strode forward and looked at the white Bentley in front of him.

Just now, he felt...

"Who's there?"

Charles hurriedly walked over.

They looked around but didn't find anything...

"Help.Help."

At this moment, a woman rushed over from the east entrance of the underground parking lot.

She looked frightened as she ran, panting and screaming anxiously, "Mr.Hopkins, Cecilia was taken away.Please help her...’

It was Cecilia's manager, Anne.Patrick just ignored her.

His face was filled with impatience, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes kept looking around.

"Mr.Hopkins, those people are threatening us with guns.I really don't know what to do.Please help..."

Anne looked at him anxiously and stammered.

"You should report this to the police," Charles told her kindly.

He looked indifferent, which indicated that he didn't care much about Cecilia being taken away. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

This world was very realistic.

They were not philanthropists.

Anne hurriedly took out a few pieces of paper from her bag and said nervously, "Mr.Hopkins, Cecilia has been receiving a lot of anonymous threatening letters lately.At first, we thought it was the prank of her fans and her competitors, but then we found out it wasn't..."

"These anonymous letters are targeted at IP&G Group and you…” Charles's face changed when he heard what Anne said and immediately took those letters from her.

These letters, according to the handwriting, were written by the same person.

Anne did not lie.

These letters were indeed directed at Patrick and IP&G Group.

"Your man is a heartless asshole.’

"The IP & G Group drove us into despair.It is you and Patrick that are the ones who should die!"

"B*tch, I'm going to kill you.I'm going to take a picture of you and let everyone know that Patrick is cuckolded.I want to insult him, and I want him to regret all he has done."

In particular, the last line of writing was written so forcefully that the paper was punctured.

Seeing the paper Charles could feel the hatred of the writer, he felt nervous.Who wrote this...

"Patrick..."

Charles grabbed the letters and approached Patrick.

Patrick was squatting down and found a drop of blood on the floor behind a white Bentley.

He touched the drop of blood and founded it hadn't solidified yet...

There was really someone here just now.

Patrick looked at the drop of blood and felt inexplicably agitated.

"Patrick, look at these."

Charles did not know why Patrick suddenly squatted down.

He just handed Patrick the letter in his hand.

It seemed that Cecilia's abduction had something to do with Patrick.

But Patrick stood up straight with cold his face, as if he didn't care.

He just glanced at the letters casually.

He turned to look at Anne and said in an indifferent voice, "I'm not a policeman."

Anne's face turned pale.

She didn’t expect the man to be so indifferent.

But this matter was of great importance, and she continued to plead, trembling.

"Mr.Hopkins, Cecilia has been with you for sO many years.She may have offended you before, but there must be a misunderstanding.I apologize to you for her...She is in danger now.I know you are broad-minded, please ask some people to look for her.I am afraid that something bad will happen to her.."

Patrick hesitated and looked behind him.

Looking at the man who had lost much blood and fainted, he frowned, as if something occurred in his mind, and he strode straight towards the car.

"What did you find?"

Charles noticed that Patrick was a little anxious.

"You stay here and deal with the stuff"

Patrick's eyes grew cold and he spoke in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he seemed to have no patience to waste time here.

He grabbed Charles's car keys, got into the driver's seat, and sped away.

Charles was stunned as he watched the car leave.

"Why is he so hurried to get back?"

"Mr.Hopkins, what about Cecilia! You, how can you…’’ Anne was astonished and she didn't believe that this man had left without even saying a word to show his affection for Cecilia.

"Call the police.Cecilia's kidnapping may have something to do with the person surnamed Preston."

Charles spoke in a low voice, turned his head, and complicatedly looked at the man who was unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

He picked up his phone and contacted the police to handle the previous attack and Cecilia's kidnapping.

The IP&G Group was completely changed by Patrick.

The old faction who had worked in the group was unwilling.

They hated Patrick, but they didn't dare to attack him directly.

So...The people around Patrick naturally became the first target of their revenge...

"Where's Christina?"

Patrick drove back in a hurry, looked at the maid in front of him, and the first thing he asked was where Christina was.

It was 9: 30 pm.

When the maid saw that Patrick's face was very serious, she immediately responded, "Young Madam has been in the bedroom since dinner."

Patrick had told her to keep an eye on Christina and not let her out.

And Christina must go back to her bedroom after 10 pm.

Patrick's cold face softened when he heard her in the bedroom.

He strode straight back to the east villa.

As soon as he stepped through the door, there was something wrong with the cold atmosphere.

‘Did Christina go to bed so early?"

‘‘How could she be so obedient?’’

Inexplicably upset, he quickened his pace, went straight up to the second floor, and pushed open the bedroom door.

The spacious bedroom was brightly lit and everything was in order as usual, but...

Patrick's face changed.

He pressed his lips tightly and strode to the bathroom.

With a bang, the door of the bathroom opened and it was empty...

"Where is she?!"

There was no one in the study on the right, cloakroom, or balcony...

"Patrick, we really don't know..."

The maid shuddered when she learned that Christina had disappeared.

"Young Madam went back to her bedroom after dinner and didn't tell us..."

The nanny, who had been in charge of taking care of Christina, rushed over, unable to suppress her anxiety.

"We looked for Young Madam in the whole residence but couldn't find her.The guard didn't have any records of her going out..." Patrick's face was terrible.

"Why she could escape under your nose!"

"Go out and look for her immediately!"

"Yes, yes…” A group of servants nodded in panic.

Coincidentally, the group banquet was held tonight.

So Mr.Hopkins and the butler went to the banquet.

Usually, these servants were quite in awe of Patrick.

Now they were trembling with fear and panic.

In the quiet night, a full moon hung high.

Standing in the exquisite and elegant corridor, Patrick held his phone impatiently and constantly dialed Christina but he always heard a cold mechanical voice.

She turned off her phone! He narrowed his eyes, looked down at the bloodstain on his finger, and tightened his fist.Where did she go?

"Sir, the surveillance outside our wall captured Young Madam's figure.She climbed out of the north wall at 7: 40 pm..." A guard rushed over.

Did she go to the banquet? Patrick's mind flashed with the attack on the parking lot tonight and the anonymous letters that Cecilia's manager brought...

"Get the records of reception entry and exit and the surveillance video immediately.Let me know if there are any updates about Christina!"

Patrick held the phone tightly in his palm as if something missed from his heart, which made him very upset.

"Charles, where is Sean now?"

Charles suddenly received Patrick's call, feeling very strange, and listening to his gloomy voice which was full of anxiety, it seemed that something bad had happened.

"I'm at the police station now.What's wrong?"

"I'm asking you where Sean is now!"

Patrick's voice was rather impatient.

Sean was the man who attacked Patrick tonight.

He was the eldest son of Robert, the former president of IP&G Group, who jumped off a building last week.

When Charles heard how anxious Patrick was, he said without hesitation, "Sean lost too much blood and passed out.The police sent him to the hospital for the time being..."

"Send someone to wake him up immediately!"

Patrick gnashed his teeth as he said, "Go check if the handwriting of those letters Cecilia received is related to Sean, and have forensic expert immediately go to the hotel parking lot to take a blood sample from the EC5620 parking space and do a blood sample analysis to compare the one of Christina..."

There was a suspicion in his heart, and it may be the truth.

Patrick looked at the full moon above him and became more and more agitated.

"Christina?"

Charles did not understand why Patrick suddenly gave such an order.

In a daze, he was startled and asked anxiously, "Patrick, do you think Christina was in the parking lot just now..."

Anne, who was making a statement with Charles at the police station, rushed forward and shouted, "Is it, Mr.Hopkins? Mr.Hopkins, please save Cecilia.She is really in danger now.I beg you to send someone

to save her.That gangster is crazy.He has a gun..."

Patrick hung up his phone.

Anne's words made his mood worse.

Christina was not like those normal rich ladies.

It was common for her to climb the wall and sneak out.

Perhaps, she just wanted to walk around outside...

She didn't stay in the bedroom, which made Patrick very upset, especially after so many things happened tonight.

He said in a cold voice to the servants in Hopkins Family, "Immediately send someone to the Dickens Family and Betty's sanatorium to find her..."

"Where are you?"

Patrick stood still in the dark, raised his head, and looked at the full moon above him.

Concern?

"Perhaps this is the so-called concern."

He was always worried uncontrollably that something might happen to her.

No matter where she was, Patrick was worried about her.

This feeling should not have belonged to him.

It was a little ridiculous because Christina didn't need his concern at all.

For six years, she had been living well without him.

She didn't need him.

The silver moonlight cast a shade on his upright posture, making him look lonely.

He wanted to get her back.

Christina rarely attended public banquets, and few people knew about her, but if Sean and the others attacked her...

Patrick gritted his teeth and muttered, "No one would dare to hurt her."

"Do you think we really don't dare kill you!"

Awoman was tied up in the dark and dirty abandoned factory and struggled in panic.

"Don't think that you have Patrick to rely on, then we're scared,’’ he said in a rough voice, slapping that woman with his big and thick palm.

"B*tch, I'll kill you tonight."