“I have no grievances with you. Why come to make a hard time for me, Mr. Steven?” Patrick squinted and smiled. Sitting opposite Steven, he glanced at Viola next to him and calmly looked at the monitor.
Steven put a hand on Viola's shoulder and said with a sneer, “Cut the crap, where is she?”
“Who?” Patrick played dumb.
When Viola was to speak, Steven held her hand and gave her a look, indicating her he would deal with it.
With a slight smile, Steven pointed his index finger at the table and said, “You must be very well paid to serve my eldest brother.”
Patrick did not move at all and smiled even more deeply. “I don't know what you are talking about. How would a businessman like me dare claim to have any ties with Mr. Charles? Mr. Steven, if you are idle, you can have fun here. But if you come to make a scene, don't blame me for being ruthless.”
“You don't know?”
Steven asked in reply. The dim light of the casino was cast on him, reflecting the sharpness in his deep-set eyes, which made people feel the repressiveness in the air.
“Do you suppose that if dozens of bodies hidden under the turf of your horse farm are uncovered tonight, Charles would blame you for the crime?”
Steven's words struck Patrick like a bolt of lightning, and his smile froze.
Not only Patrick, but also Viola was stunned. She had thought that Steven would get Sucy out by brute force, but she was obviously wrong. Steven had an ace in the hole! But the question was, how did he know such secret information?
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