My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 78

“Let me go..."

"Patrick, let go of me..."

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the stairs.

Christina frowned and looked at the cold profile of the man in front of her. He suddenly appeared inthis old apartment and coldly asked her what she thought he was like. Then he reached out anddragged her away. She had no idea what he was thinking.

Christina turned around and looked up the stairs with a worried look...

He dragged her away. Cory tried to stop him and lost his balance and fell down. His arm seemed tohave been pierced with broken glass.

"Worried about him?"

His voice was cold and deep, and his eyes were fixed on her, which sent a chill through Christina.Patrick looked at her cringing look and told her word by word, "My cousin specially sent someoneto watch over your apartment. He... really cares about you." The last four words carried a hint ofsarcasm.

Christina was furious. "Patrick, what do you mean by that? I helped Cory because he was drunk. Wedidn't..."

"Get in!"

He lost his patience and ordered her to get in the car.

The car started quickly and steadily up the highway. He looked straight ahead. Christina in thepassenger seat looked at him with a complicated look. He was silent, and the atmosphere suddenlyquieted down.

Christina looked at him and wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

He texted her last night that something was going on in the United States and that he wouldn't beback until next month. But now he was in A City...

He was dressed in an expensive suit, still handsome, but he seemed to have lost some weight andlooked tired with his brows furrowing a little.

He had been in America for only about two weeks, but somehow she felt like she hadn't seen him ina long time.

Christina turned her head and her mind was in turmoil. She wanted to ask him a lot of questions.Especially what Cory said about six years ago...

She hesitated for a long time and made up her mind to ask him, but when her eyes swept over theunfamiliar scenery outside the window, she was shocked. "Where are we going?!"

This was not the way back to the Hopkins Family.

He didn't answer her.

It was evening, and the sky was dark, and the street lights were lit up.

It was rare for Patrick to drive by himself. His grim profile was expressionless. He held the steeringwheel in his right hand and turned at a junction ahead, speeding towards the depths of thedarkness.

About 30 minutes later, the car got off the highway, and the surrounding streets graduallybrightened up, with lights and billboards flashing.

It was a very famous entertainment district in the east of the city, and some people secretly called itthe lesser version of Las Vegas. It was said that this place was empty in the daytime, but when nightfell, it would be like a lively carnival.

It was so famous that it attracted many tourists at night, but if they had no friends here, theywouldn't know where the interesting places were.

And this place was very strange to Christina.

Patrick did not enter the busiest area, but turned left and headed for a remote alley.

Christina looked at this strange place in front of her and suddenly felt uneasy.

'Why is he bringing me here? Christina thought.

After a while, the car stopped in a quiet and spacious dark alley.

Just as Patrick opened the car door, two people hurried over. The two men bent down slightly with afawning smile and whispered something in Patrick's ear.

"Get out."

Patrick turned around and said into the car. His tone was cold, and no one could tell his emotions atall.

She was very anxious in the passenger seat. She opened the door and walked slowly out withcaution on her face.

Seeing Christina, the two men standing behind looked surprised, as if this was the first time thatPatrick had brought a woman over.

The two men didn't dare to look at her. They nodded slightly at Christina and then led the way forthem with a serious face.

After they walked all the way to the end of the dark alley, one of the men stepped forward andknocked five times on a very common big iron door, three long and two short.

Soon, the heavy metal door was pulled open.

Christina looked over and was startled.

Although it was not so bright inside, it could be seen that the decorations and furnishings weremagnificent. As they walked inside step by step, they could hear some noisy music coming out fromtime to time, and as they continued walking in, the light became brighter.

And she felt more nervous.

She followed Patrick into the elevator and went down to the fourth floor underground. She felt thatthe number four was ominous, while the man next to her kept a cold face and did not say a word.When they reached the fourth floor underground, Christina saw a quaint corridor with European-style crystal lights hanging on both sides of the wall and they gave off orange lights. They were notso bright, but kind of eerie.

Every step Christina took, she could hear her own footsteps. This floor was really quiet.

Moreover, when some passers-by saw them, they would immediately stand still and half-bow theirheads to make way for them.

And these people couldn't help sizing up Christina as if it was strange for her to be here, whichmade Christina's scalp a little numb.

What the hell was this place?

The phone of the man who had been leading the way suddenly rang and he answered it. After hehung up, he walked over to Patrick and reported in a low voice. "Mr. Hopkins, Laurie gave theproject of Hai City to Hampton Group, but the budget exceeded 30% of the market price..."

They were talking about business. Laurie used her power at Hopkins Group to help her husband'sfamily.

She had heard Patrick's aunts’ had been coveting the corporation.

But Christina found it strange that this man addressed Laurie by her name. Laurie was Patrick'seldest aunt anyway. The man's tone sounded a little disdainful, without any respect.

These people were not from the Hopkins Family.

Christina recalled that the people working for Mr. Hopkins usually called Patrick Patrick.

"He can get the money if he wants,” Patrick said coldly as he walked to a heavy black wooden door."We'll see if he's worth it."

"Yes, sir." The man nodded, turned, and left.

Christina did not quite understand what they were saying, but judging from Patrick's cold voice, sheknew that person would end up in misery.

The luxurious and exquisitely carved black wooden door was opened, and Patrick strode in, whileChristina stood at the door, unable to move her feet.

She didn't want to go in.

Because some of the sounds coming from inside sounded scary...

Someone was desperately kowtowing, his head pounded against the cold marble floor. His handsand feet were tied up with thick ropes and he was kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy in atrembling voice. "I was wrong. I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again..."

"Do you think there will be another time?"

A man at least 1.9 meters tall cursed in a low, disdainful voice. He raised the long black whip in hishand and lashed the man on the ground hard.

It caused a crisp and harsh sound, and Christina's heart trembled. The man's back was lacerated andhe screamed in pain.

"Mr. Hopkins."

"Mr. Hopkins..."

As Patrick approached, the men with whips immediately stood up straight and greeted himrespectfully in unison.

The wretched man on the floor raised his head nervously. When he saw Patrick, his eyes widenedand he stammered in a trembling voice. "Mr. Hopkins, I... I will take responsibility for this batch ofsteel plates. I will definitely think of a way..."

The man was in fear and felt uneasy, but Patrick was calm and indifferent, which was even morefrightening.

"Uncle George, we are in-laws. Don't be so nervous.”

Patrick said faintly, so no one was able to hear his emotions.

But his address scared the man on the ground.” Mr. Hopkins, please..."

Patrick did not even look at him again. He turned to the door and called out softly, "Christina, comeand say hello to your uncle.”

Christina froze and was in a panic.

His voice was very gentle, but Christina felt a chill down her spine.

At this moment, she recognized the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground. He was a distantrelative of her father.

"Christina? Christina!" The man on the floor shouted excitedly at the door. "Christina, I'm UncleGeorge. I held you when you were little. Do you remember me..." He tried to force a flattering smile,but that made his blood-stained face look even scarier.

Christina was “invited’ by two sturdy men behind her to Patrick's side. Reluctantly, she approachedPatrick who was sitting on the dark red leather sofa in the middle of the room.

As she got near, he stretched out his long arm and pulled her to his legs.

His movements were quick and he did that masterfully.

Christina was trapped in his arms and felt extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to break free, butPatrick put his arms around her waist tightly, not letting her move.

But he looked calm. He put his head on her left shoulder sluggishly. From afar, they looked like anintimate couple in love.

"Christina, your uncle did something that he shouldn't have done. What do you want me to do?"Patrick pressed his thin lips to her ear and asked in a low voice as if he didn't care much about itand was really entrusting her to handle it.

Christina's eyes were filled with anxiety and she pursed her lips, not saying a word...

"Do you know that over 70% of Dickens Family's projects now rely on Hopkins Group?"

Patrick leaned on her shoulder and continued in a calm voice. "Your uncle here replaced the Germansteel plate with a batch of domestic ones in a project and pocketed 600 million.”

Christina's face turned pale when she heard this.

Patrick seemed to be satisfied to see her anxious face. He reached out his right hand and combedher long hair as if he was bored. He murmured, "If I turned him to the police since this matterinvolves the Dickens Family, your father Donald would be doomed.”

"What, what do you want to say?!" She couldn't suppress her faster heartbeat and asked himanxiously.

Christina soon realized that he was telling her these things on purpose.

"I sent someone to do that to Cory that year."

Patrick suddenly straightened up and his face darkened. His eyes were fixed on her terrified face.She was looking at him, and he boldly admitted it.

He did that, but so what?

"Christina, you're smart. Don't be like your Uncle George and do something I don't like..." Hesneered and said in a low voice.

Patrick seemed very upset and pushed her away.

Christina immediately stood up, her face taut as she stood by. She saw him grabbing the wine onthe large table, pouring half a cup and drinking it up in one go.

Then Patrick slammed the sparkling crystal cup back onto the table, raised his head, and orderedcoldly. "Bring him to the ring for 15 minutes. If he is still alive, let him go..."

"No, no, Mr. Hopkins, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me..."

George looked terrified, and his whole body trembled as he begged for mercy. But he was stilldragged into the boxing ring.

He could not stand these professional boxers’ fierce hitting for 15 minutes. There were shrill cries ofpain, crying, and intermittent pleadings... The boxer punched his right shoulder bone fiercely, andthe bone broke...

Christina's face was pale and her eyes were wide open as she watched the beating, the brutal scene.Her body trembled uncontrollably... He was warning her.

[What do you think I am?] She remembered what he said before.

And now he brought her to this place because he wanted to show her that he was such a person

If she made a mistake, he would do the same to her...