Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 372

Seeing his reaction, Cynthia was satisfied. That was exactly what she wanted. A youthful, tight, and flexible body. What kind of man would not fall in love with her? She believed that Patrick was no exception.

But even so, if Patrick could remain unmoved, it didn't matter. Cynthia had got her cousin to buy some drugs for pleasure from the black market. Patrick would have no chance to run away from her!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Patrick in the crowd. She rolled her eyes and suddenly spoke to the man in a suit beside her sweetly, "I told you I had a date. Why do you keep badgering me and force me to get a room with you!"

"What are you talking about?" The man in the suit looked bewildered. He did want to hook up with Cynthia, but she had declared that she had a lover. Now he just wanted to have a drink quietly. Why did this chick declare that he wanted to have a room with her?

"Gorgeous, I..." Just as he was about to explain, his collar was abruptly picked up, and then he was thrown behind by someone unknown.

The suited man, who was thrown away by the force, hit the cabinet on his back, sending bottles all over the ground...

As for Cynthia, she put on a mask of fear, walked to Patrick, and put her fair arms around his neck like snakes before she breathed to him softly. "I am all right now. Don't make trouble because of me..."

Patrick expressionlessly looked at the man in a suit as he got up from the ground. Instead of avoiding troubles, Patrick preferred a fight. The man in a suit looked somewhat similar to Hobart in terms of temperament. They both looked furtive!

If the suited man could hear what Patrick was thinking, he would surely kneel and exclaim that he had been misunderstood.

"You b*stard, wait here. My friends and I will teach you a lesson!" After leaving the cliche that frequently appeared in TV shows, the suited man hobbled away with his hands covering his back.

As soon as he left, several waiters in the bar immediately surrounded them. They pointed to the broken bottles and said to Patrick, "Sir, we do business and are most afraid of you troublemakers. If you don't want us to call the police, why don't you pay the bill?"

Patrick took out a silver card from the inside lining of his clothes. He raised it to the waiters without even looking up and said, "Take as much as it

costs."

Seeing the silver card, the waiters were all dumbfounded. This wasn't a commonly used bank card or credit card. It was the limited released supreme card that could only be used by the noblest! No one in Northville had ever seen the card used.

"Okay, sir. I'll give it back to you right away."

Noting the obvious change in the waiters' attitude and how other people viewed them differently, Cynthia was satisfied, as if Patrick were her man.

It was a pity that before she could enjoy the satisfaction for longer, she was gently pushed by Patrick, who informed coldly, "He has already gone."

"Oh, he's gone?" Cynthia fixed her hair and reluctantly withdrew from Patrick's arms. She said with worship in her eyes, "Patrick, you're amazing. That man was intimidated by a single glance from you and run away."

To Patrick, this kind of compliment was not at all new. He snapped his fingers, signaling the bartender to bring him a new drink, and started to take the alcohol regardless of others.

Watching him bury himself in his drink with an unapproachable vibe, Cynthia couldn't help asking, "Patrick, do you have something on your mind?"

"No." Patrick cast a glance at her, which was so charming that Cynthia almost forgot to breathe.

She bit her lip and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back soon."

"Okay," Patrick replied simply with a word.

Cynthia didn't really need to go to the bathroom. She turned a corner, making sure that Patrick could not see her, and stopped a young woman who looked like a punk, "Miss, would you do me a favor?"