Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 65

"I'll tell her."

I found what he had said ridiculous.

And the most ridiculous thing was that I had been trying my luck with Patrick, thinking that he would get angry because of me.

I thought he would care about me a little bit.

I looked at him and said very seriously, "Mr. Cowell, the identity of Mrs. Cowell makes me lose everything. I have nothing to lose. So, can you please let me go? I beg you."

Standing a meter away from me, Patrick looked at me as he knitted his eyebrows deeply.

He didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, he said, "I'm tired. Let's talk about these things later."

After that, he did not leave. Instead, he took out his computer from the suitcase and began to work in the living room.

And I hid in the master bedroom and looked out of the window.

Thinking back, I had been Mrs. Cowell for so long. But it seemed that I hadn't enjoyed a

happy day ever.

That night, I received a phone call from Seth.

He asked me to go back to Glorious Seth Design. But I refused him.

Because I knew that it was not because Seth wasn't capable that things had come to this. Instead, when I was there, he would become more scrupulous.

But he told me a matter on the phone, which was that Ronald's body was not sent to the funeral house that afternoon. Instead, it was sent to the police station. According to Ronald's daughter's request, his body was examined.

And the autopsy showed that there were some doubtful points about Ronald's cause of death. It was very likely that he hadn't died naturally.

However, there was no more evidence. So the police probably wouldn't continue to investigate this matter.

This result made me feel as if my heart had been tangled together!

I went to the living room and looked at Patrick who was working. His side profile was so perfect.

It was a pity that he was unprincipled in terms of his feelings. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

That night, I went to sleep in the guest bedroom. But Patrick didn't carry me to the master bedroom as he had done before.

The next morning, when I woke up, I was still lying in the guest bedroom.

I went to find Caroline in her new studio.

As soon as I went inside the studio, I saw Caroline's copy of Telma's works were hanging on the wall and that a group of journalists were interviewing her.

I heard a reporter praising her as a genius and beautiful designer.

I found it ridiculous.

About half an hour later, the interview was over.

Caroline had seen me a long time ago. The first thing she did was to invite me to her office.

Admittedly, as the saying goes, under the protection of people of power and influence, one can make a profit.

After Caroline's previous studio project got into trouble, it was directly abandoned. Now her new studio was still located in the center of City Y where every inch of land worthed a lot.

More importantly, this place was only a few hundred meters away from Patrick's company.

As long as she sat in her office, she could see the office building of the Towering High Group not far away.

When I saw through the French windows and looked at the Towering High Group not far away, Caroline asked her assistant to pour me a cup of coffee. Then she followed my gaze and smiled, "Patrick said that he was afraid that he couldn't see me when he missed me. So he chose this place for me."

"Did he? But he still lives at my place every night."

I picked up the coffee in front of me and took a sip.

Caroline's studio was indeed different. Its construction was not in progress yet. Even so, it was located in such a good location where rent was high. Moreover, even the coffee here was of the best quality.

It seemed that Patrick did dote on her very much.

On the contrary, I was just trying to overwhelm her verbally for a moment.

Caroline didn't seem to be irritated by my words. She sat back in the office chair and said, "So what? It will only last for a while. It is just a matter of time before you will be kicked out of the Cowell Family."

Her words sounded positive and affirmative.

I didn't come here to chat with her randomly today. So I got down to the point, "Did you kill Ronald?"

Originally, Caroline picked up the coffee cup on the table, intending to take a sip of the coffee. When she heard this, she obviously paused for a while.

The smart look in her eyes just now became an innocent one. Looking at me, she blinked her eyes and said, "Charlotte, what are you talking about? How can I kill someone? Take your words back."

The more she behaved like this, the more I believed that Ronald's death had something to do with her!

Thinking of Ronald's three children, I questioned her, "Do you know that Ronald is the backbone of his family? If he is dead, what should his wife and his three children do?"

"What should they do?" Caroline put down the coffee and looked out of the window, "We are living in a society where the powerful overwhelm the weak. It is that they are not capable. They can't blame anyone else."

"Aren't they capable?" I was so angry that I said, "You are born in a good family with good clothes and food within your reach. Although you are incapable, there will be always someone to help you!

"What about Ronald Weil? He is just working hard, intending to support his family. How could you do that to him?"

"What right do you have to judge me like that?"

Caroline stood up, picked up the coffee in front of her, and threw it at me!

The hot coffee fell on the white carpet in the office.

She inexplicably became emotionally excited, which indicated more clearly that Ronald's death had something to do with her.

Looking at her, I was so angry that my whole body trembled. I clenched my fists tightly and said, "If you want the position of Mrs. Cowell, I'll give it to you. To get this position, you stop at nothing. And you even go so far as to kill someone!"

"Nonsense. I didn't kill anyone!" Although Caroline said so, she couldn't hide the panic on her face!

"Can you swear that you're not lying?" I asked, "If you lie, you won't be Mrs. Cowell for the rest of your life. You won't have any children.

And you'll die alone!"

Looking at me, Caroline was gnashing her teeth. After a long pause, she pointed to the door and said, "Get out..."

"You dare not to, right?"

"I'm asking you to get out! Betty, kick this woman out!"

Caroline asked her assistant to expel me.

But her reaction explained everything.

I instantly wondered if Caroline was crazy. How could she kill Ronald for the position of Mrs. Cowell?

More importantly, she also implicated Seth this time.

After leaving Caroline's studio, I walked a few steps and arrived at the downstairs of the Towering High Group.

I looked at the tall building in front of me. After hesitating for a long time, I finally stepped in.

After I arrived at the door, I thought I could go in as what I had done last time while having a face that was similar to Caroline's.

However, this time, when I got to the door, the receptionist stopped me directly, "Miss Archer, Mr. Cowell said that people who don't work in the company are not allowed to go in

from now on."

It turned out that he had already known that I would come to bother him. So he had instructed his subordinates.

But now, I couldn't control my feelings at all.

I just wanted to give up the position of Mrs. Cowell.

I sent a message to Patrick downstairs and told him that I was at his company.

In less than five minutes, unexpectedly, the receptionist apologized to me and allowed me to go upstairs.

After I went up, I went all the way to the top floor. Wilson greeted me in front of the elevator and told me that Patrick had gone out and would probably be back about half an hour later, saying that I should wait in his office for a while.

I entered Patrick's office and sat there, waiting for him.

Soon, he came back.

I wondered if it was an illusion. But when he saw me, I found that his expression was not as cold as before. Instead, it was much warmer.

After he took off his suit and hung it on the side, he asked me, "What's wrong?" "I'm here to ask you to divorce me." I never heated around the bush with him.