You Are My One and Only

Chapter 32

Patricia slowly answered, “Considered so. I owe him money, after all!”

After all, the relationship that she had with that man was purely a lender-debtor relationship.

Zachary slightly frowned. “Debtor?”

There is more than meets the eye for this case, but I can’t seem to get to the bottom of it.

She nodded as she exited the police station and saw the man’s vehicle.

Then, she increased her pace and stood beside Isaac’s car to knock on the window.

He slowly winded down the window to reveal his handsome face. It was just that he had an aloof face and a terribly freezing gaze on her.

Patricia bit her lip and asked, “President Arnold, thanks for bailing me out today, but I didn’t waste your time today, alright.”

She was frightened that someone would come after her for this. As she was an average Jane, she would not be able to handle the consequences.

When she heard Chief Hawkins explaining that Isaac was the one who bailed her out, she almost collapsed on her knees. She thought of telling him not to poke his nose in her matters anymore, and since his time was precious, she would not be able to pay him back.

Isaac’s expression darkened even more as he felt that he was insane to have rushed over to help Patricia. It was especially so since she didn’t appreciate his efforts.

Since another man would bail her out, it was evident that she wouldn’t need Isaac’s assistance.

At this thought, his expression became frigid.

“The bail was 20 thousand. Do you want to return the money in cash or via transfer?”

Patricia’s face paled in that instant. Why do I have to pay some more money? I’m already so poor that I have lowered myself whenever we have to talk about money.

As her big eyes gazed to the side, she pretended not to hear his words while she frantically searched her mind on what to do next.

“Miss Aniston, shouldn’t you be paying for the bail yourself?”

Patricia bit the bullet and grinned while she reached into the car with both hands and helped Isaac to straighten his tie.

“Your tie is crooked,” she explained. “I’ve helped you to straighten your tie. Hehehehe…”

Now that she had finished buttering up to him, she grinned again in an attempt to please him.

“President Arnold, can you not be calculative? I’ll be a servant and pay you back. This includes the 120 thousand.”

Patricia suddenly realized that returning the money was such an arduous thing. But, at least by being a servant, there was something she could do, like housekeeping duties as well as cooking.

She felt heartache whenever she had to spend her money, not to mention that she didn’t have so much cash on hand.

Isaac noticed her expression changing the moment that money was mentioned and couldn’t help but slightly raise the corners of his lips. “Miss Aniston, in that case, you owe me 150 thousand plus interest. I will add it to the IOU.”

Patricia repeatedly nodded. “Thank you. Thank you.”

As long as she did not need to return the money at this point in time, everything would be fine.

He narrowed his eyes and softly added, “Just remember that you still owe me money. You can’t be dead or even be involved in accidents.”

Once again, Patricia nodded. “Okay, President Arnold. Don’t worry; I’ll ensure I’ll have a long li—no, no. It should be me being healthy before I manage to pay off my debt.”

Although that was what she said, she cursed in her heart instead.

“President Arnold, you are damn stingy. Are you so worried that I won’t be able to pay my debts when I die? Even if I am dead, I still have three children who will pay my debts. So, you can count on me; we won’t default.”

Isaac’s car jerked forward and scared the lights out of Patricia, who was scared because the impact had nearly sent her flying into the distance.

She kicked the air and growled, “Louis Arnold, you are a f*cking *sshole!”

As Darcie walked toward Patricia, she ended up smiling. “Patricia, I really am envious of you. You have the two young masters of Appleby at your feet. You really have a good life!” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

When Patricia remembered that she owed that idiot, Isaac, 150 thousand, she wanted to break down in tears. “Envy? What is there to be envious of since I just want to cry?”

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