I glanced at Patrick from the corner of my eyes and smiled faintly, "Yes, I'll get nothing." At this time, unexpectedly, I felt a little happy in my heart. Seeing that Patrick finally stopped acting, I was happy, thinking that in that case, I didn't have to be attached to him anymore. However, hearing my answer, Patrick seemed to be a little surprised as he said, "Charlotte, do you agree?" "Yes. Mr. Cowell, what else do you want? If you like the house of mine in Unit No.1, City Y, then I'll give it to you as well." I looked at him and said in an alienated tone. Patrick frowned deeply and said after a long while, "No need." While the staff was writing an agreement, Patrick added, "Forget it. I'll give her 20% of Towering High Group's shares as compensation." His words shocked me. But, I realized soon that it should be Patrick's new trick. I immediately refused, "I don't want it." "20% of Towering High Group's shares..."
It wasn't until a long time later that Patrick's voice rang outside the door, "Something's up. Some books and documents of mine are here. I want to take them back." "Oh..." "Yes. His things are indeed here." Previously, I had been absent-minded. And then I was so busy with my work that I forgot this matter. I didn't open the door as I said, "Well, Mr. Cowell, please wait for a moment. I'll pack your things up." "I want to go in." I heard Patrick's voice. In fact, I was a little hesitant. But I thought that since we had got divorced, he should only be here to get his things back. After he got the things he wanted, we shouldn't have future interactions. I opened the door. And the cold air blew directly on my face. Standing at the door, Patrick wore a gray-black coat. And there were a lot of snowflakes on his shoulders and over his head. I was surprised as I thought, "Didn't he drive directly to the garage? How could there
"Yeah. I've been drinking. People all say drinking can drown the worries. But I'm quite uncomfortable after drinking instead." Bending over the low table, I muttered staggeringly to the one over the phone. The person over the phone was silent for a while and then said, "Why don't you tell me what happened? You may feel better after saying it." "Okay..." In a daze, I began to tell the one over the phone everything that had happened between me and Patrick... It was unknown how long I had been talking. Nor did I know how I had fallen asleep later. By the time I woke up again, it had been another evening. Feeling that I had a headache, I got up and cooked a bowl of instant noodles. Picking my cell phone up, I intended to check what time it was, only to find that my cell phone was out of power. I couldn't even turn it on. I was a little puzzled. And I remembered that my cell phone had been fully charged in the morning. I had just h
That afternoon, Lisa went back to her home and came back to my house at night. After that, she took me out with her. When she saw my outfit, she criticized me. Then she personally selected a long sweater for me. Originally, I thought I should wear a pair of trousers to match it. But Lisa asked me to wear long boots and thick stockings instead. It was winter season now. And the weather couldn't be colder. Although she said that we didn't need to walk outside, I wore two layers of silk stockings. Only after that did I go out to have dinner with her. After the meal, Lisa took a taxi. After getting on the car, I heard Lisa say to the driver, "Hello, please drive us to the Queen Bar." "The expense there is very high. We'd better not go there." When I heard this name, I quickly stopped Lisa. I knew Queen Bar, which was sort of one of the most expensive bars in City Y. Previously, there were some reports on the Internet saying
I, who had been overwhelmingly drunk, saw the tallest as well as the most conspicuous man among the crowd at a glance. It was Patrick Cowell. He was here as well... Soon, I heard Lisa, who was next to me, say, "F**k. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together." After careful observation, I found that the cynical playboy, Roger Lance, who had wanted to give Lisa his business card just now, was standing next to Patrick. Some other people were next to them. However, these people seemed to be surrounding Patrick and Roger. While being surrounded by so many people, Patrick and Roger, naturally couldn't see us. Seth put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Stop looking at them. Let's go." After that, Seth called a designated driver to send me and Lisa back to my house. As soon as I got in the car, the car started. And I felt a little dizzy. In order not to throw up in the car, I slept with my eyes closed. I slept
This question made me nervous. I looked at Seth, fearing that he would mention me. Seth, who knew me so well, naturally knew what I was thinking about. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm not married. Nor do I have a girlfriend." As soon as he finished his words, the designers were all excultant! Everyone was whispering. Some people even booed, "Vice President Hyde, I don't have a boyfriend either." "Don't snap. I don't have one either!" "Me too. Me too!" When everyone was arguing, Seth said again, "But I like someone. Didn't everyone ask me why I came to this company before? Because the girl I like is here. I'm falling for her!" Everyone on the scene burst into an uproar! All the designers were looking around. Someone asked, "Who is it?" ...... "I think you will know it soon." Seth kept staring in my direction, "I didn't have the courage to confess my feelings to her in the past. So I missed a chance. B
Patrick's words scared me! He said that he would like to lock me up. He would lock me up somewhere that nobody else could find. These words reminded me of the incident happening in prison and the kidnapping. I struggled desperately and shouted, "Help! Help! Help!" I looked at Shelton's room. Although I knew that he was rarely at home, there was a glimmer of hope in my heart! However, after I shouted for a long time, nobdy opened the door at all. Patrick also realized that Shelton wasn't at home. He seemed to figure out something and held me in his arms. Then he said, "Follow me. Stay with me. And don't go anywhere." "No! You're crazy!" "I didn't. I can give you everything you want, such as clothes, houses, gems, and cosmetic products. Whatever you want, I'll buy them for you. All you need to do is to stay by my side!" As Patrick spoke, he reached out and pressed the button of the elevator door behind him. I struggl
I heard Patrick pressing the elevator button again. And soon the elevator came. He entered it. After the elevator left for a while, I was sure that Patrick had left. Then I turned around and apologized to Shelton behind me, "Shelton, I'm sorry. He vented his anger on you because of me." "I'm fine." Shelton said. I looked up at him. Shelton looked at me through the transparent lens with his gentle eyes. He seemed to see the tears in the corner of my eyes. And his voice softened as he said, "Patrick probably cares about you so much. That is the reason why he lost his composure. At least, over the years I have been in the Cowell Family, I have never seen him treat anyone like this." "He doesn't care about me at all." I shook my head with a wry smile, "Living in the Cowell Family, whatever he wants, he can always have his way ever since his childhood, right? no one will say no to him. And no one will disobey him." "It's not just him. Everyone
After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered. I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work. It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old. Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door. He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon." "New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?" I was stunned. I hadn't heard anything about the new home from Patrick so far. He looked mysterious and tidied up the messy hair on my face. "You will know when we arrive in the afternoon." After that, without waiting for me to ask more questions, he glanced at his watch and hurried out. "A new home?" I thought about it carefully. After getting married to Patrick, I
Patrick and I held a wedding when Rosalie was 100 days old. Although he wanted to hold a grand banquet, I refused to do so. Mostly, I was too old to care about the formalities anymore. But I understood that it was Patrick's heart for me, and I did not refuse to hold the wedding. We just needed to call some good friends and have a Simple banquet. Patrick couldn't convince me, so he naturally agreed. In the blink of an eye, it was the wedding day. Shirley sent me the wedding dress. Because it was a mini wedding, only seven or eight tables were available. Most of the guests came from my studio and Towering High Company. Everyone was familiar with each other. In order to solve the marriage problem of the older single women in my studio, Nancy and I also made a special effort on the seating row. We specifically put single men and women of marriageable age at one table, expecting them to develop their relationship. Early
Listening to Shirley's words, I truly felt lucky for Shelton. Fortunately, he returned. Fortunately, he returned to Shirley's side. Back to the person who loved him. Michael Blake was hired as defense counsel in Shelton's case. I went to find Patrick and asked him about the case. He told me Shelton had locked Emily up for a while, but he soon let her go. But after that, Emily asked Shelton for money. Shelton gave her some. After Emily spent all the money, she was desperate and went to the police. She wanted to use this method to force Shelton to give her money. When I heard Patrick's words, I thought that Emily was too naïve. If this were true, then someone might help her. But it was she who exposed the video in the first place, and everyone knew that. She had made the choice. Now everything she said just made it worse. Emily had no money, so she could only find the assigned lawyer to file the lawsuit. In the first
She looked terrible, even her makeup was crying off. Only one night had passed, but she seemed to have aged a few years. She looked at us and asked, "How is father doing?" "The operation was successful." Patrick answered, but his expression looked bad. Dulcie heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Good." Then she turned around and was about to leave. Patrick said, "Aunt Dulcie, you don't have to blame yourself. It's just that Roger used you." "I blame myself for being stupid." Dulcie stood there, with her back to us and her head lowered. "I know it quite well in my heart. How could such a handsome, good and young man like him fall in love with me? But I still hold a trace of luck in my heart, thinking about what if it's true?" She didn't go on but left with her head down. I was a little worried. "Will your aunt be fine?" "Don't worry. She is a strong woman." After Patrick said that, he patted me on the shoulder. "You should go to
Patrick's words were like a sharp sword that pierced into Roger's heart. Roger stood there. Although he looked calm, he lost all his momentum. At this moment, the ambulance arrived. Although Dulcie was angry and hard to accept it, she could tell what was more important. She opened the door and let the doctor in. The doctor examined Ned first, and then quickly carried him into the ambulance. Because of the small space in the ambulance, only two people were allowed to accompany Ned. Sheridan and Melissa got in. Once they left, it was just me, Patrick, Dulcie, and Roger left in the room. "I'll ask the driver to drive the car over." Patrick took out his phone and called the driver. Then I supported him to go out. Dulcie and Roger stood there without saying a word. Patrick did not talk to them either. He went out with me and got in the car. We decided to order the servants to take care of Glenn first. We cal
Hearing his words, Sheridan looked gloomy on the side. Patrick held me in his arms, "You seem to care about the affairs of the Cowell Family so much. Each time we have some disputes, you will help us enthusiastically. Now you are making a move on my aunt, aren't you?" "No." After finishing his words, Roger imitated Patrick and held Dulcie in his arms, saying, "Dulcie and I love each other sincerely." ...... I looked gloomy. It wasn't that I didn't believe in December Romance. However, the age gap between them was so large. As Patrick's aunt, Dulcie was quite good-looking. It was just that she, who was old, had encountered too many unpleasant things in the past few years, making her meaner and harsher. As for Roger by her side... From all aspects, every woman lusted for him. He, who wasn't poor, surely could get whatever woman he wanted with ease. Indeed, in every way, there was no way that he would take a fancy to Dulcie. No w
"All right." I nodded. I would marry Patrick soon. Because of the things taking place in the past, the Cowell Family didn't have a good impression of me. If I arrived there late because of getting changed this time, it wouldn't be worth it. Holding Patrick's hand, I went downstairs with him. Coming out early, we didn't see many cars on the road. When we arrived at the Cowell Family's mansion, it was exactly 6:30 p.m. By the time we went in, it had been quite lively inside the house. Sheridan, Melissa, and Ned were all surrounding Glenn. Glenn, a six-year-old child, was smart and flexible. Whatever others asked him, he would respond like an adult. Upon seeing us, the three of us looked at me. Ned straightened up first and said with a smile on his face, "You're here." "Yes. Hello, Grandpa Cowell." After greeting Ned, I said to Sheridan and Melissa, "Hello, Mr. Sheridan. Hello, Mrs. Melissa." Now, the relationsh
"I'll be gentler." Leaning and frowning, he seemed to be in great pain, "I'm in pain." ...... "I am telling you the truth..." Cupping my face with his hands, he looked as if he were waiting for me to show my mercy. Frowning, i didn't know what to do for a while. What's more, unlike Patrick's office where there was a lounge, my office was a small one with a sofa only. Moreover, the setup was later divided. It wasn't quite soundproof. Once, Nancy made a phone call to argue with a construction company in her office. I heard all that she had said clearly in my office... Thinking of this, I shook my head heavily. Seeing his distressed look, I tentatively asked, "Shall we go upstairs?" Upon finishing my words, I felt that my suggestion wasn't quite plausible. At this time, Patrick was on the verge of ejecting. His private part was bulging. On the way out, we would pass by the open office... Everyone would be watching us.
"Why did you... come here?" Standing up in a hurry, I helped Patrick into the office. While walking in, he closed the door handily. Looking up at the closed door, I knew that he should be here for what had happened just now. Even if he wouldn't take the initiative to come here, I would ask him about it. I helped Patrick seated on the sofa. Sitting up, he looked at me and said, "What do you want to know? Go ahead." Sure enough, he knew me. Sitting opposite him and looking at him, I thought for a moment before asking, "What happened? What did Kelsi do?" "Ever since she left last time, per my order, Louis had been keeping an eye on everything about her, including the ones she contacted. As expected, she dealt with the ones who smuggled guns and bribed a murderer, asking him to kill someone." Patrick didn't state who Kelsi had wanted to kill explicitly. Even so, I knew that it was me. I looked at Patrick, asking, "What did you do?