My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 164

Christina sat quietly in the corner, looking around in boredom, while someone was casting a complicated and earnest look at her.

Their eyes met and she was stunned, "What's wrong?"

Patrick glanced at her with a strange look in his eyes.

Subconsciously, she stood up and wanted to walk towards them. But as soon as Christina straightened up, she saw Charles laughing wildly over there. She vaguely felt that Charles was teasing her.

As usual, Patrick didn't say much, but only raised half a glass of wine, clinked it with Chandler across from him, and drank up.

Christina slowly sat back in her seat, feeling that she might think too much, "They were drinking together. And Charles had a sinister smile. He must be making fun of me."

Charles was indeed speaking ill of her, "Now Christina is spoiled by you, vicious and willful. No man would dare to marry her except for Patrick. If Patrick really divorces her one day, she probably won't be able to remarry for the rest of her life. But if that really happens, remember to tell me then, and I going to see that with my eyes."

Charles laughed off his head. He hated that woman deeply.

Although it was not possible, he felt inexplicably good at the thought of it. Christina would not be arrogant anymore without Patrick.

Chandler was a little upset after the divorce. But when he came to this party and saw his friend's heartless smile, he chuckled with his lips raised slightly.

"Patrick, I heard from Old Master of the Shepherd Family that you agreed to let Charles be the godfather of your twins?" Chandler said with a hint of ridicule.

Thinking of this, Charles sighed, "I will become a godfather."

Patrick looked at his two friends, expressionless. Chandler's lips were spread in a gloating smile, while Charles looked so excited.

Patrick ignored them. The only "normal" person among his friends was Derek. But Derek...

"What happened?"

Suddenly, a nanny in a housekeeping uniform rushed towards them. She looked nervous and worried, "Young Master Geoffrey is missing."

Charles's grinning face froze immediately, and he was the first to ask, "Who is missing? Geoffrey?"

"Young Master Geoffrey was sent by his school to F City for a speech competition. He won first place, but I didn't see him receive the award." The nanny sounded nervous for fear of being blamed.

"Mr. Stephenson, I'd been watching him. But I don't know why the child is missing. I was wondering if he would come to you because he knew you were here today..."

Charles responded quickly, "I'll ask the Fishers to look around here." As he spoke, he strode towards the gate.

Chandler's son was very smart, and it seemed that he ran away on his own. But after all, he was still a child, so they must find him if case of some accident.

Patrick frowned and said, "I'll send someone..."

"Geoffrey has done this many times. Don't worry."

Chandler, as Geoffrey's father, was very calm. He took out his cell phone and touched the screen a few times. Soon a map appeared on which a red dot indicating the location flashed.

Chandler showed the address to the nanny and said calmly, "Geoffrey is in this coffee shop. You come to pick him up now. If you need anything, call me directly."

"Yes, sir."

The nanny was nervous. The little master really liked to run around. This was the third time this month. It would be good news if he was fine. But if he met a bad person, she couldn't afford the consequence even with her life.

The nanny hurried to the coffee shop without delay to pick him up.

Patrick glanced at the location on Chandler's phone and raised his eyebrows, "This is useful." His woman needed one.

Chandler knew what he was thinking and couldn't help but laugh, "I bet Christina won't like it."

In fact, his son, Geoffrey, was unwilling to use this. The little boy had always thought that the child's positioning wristwatch was very stupid and refused to wear it. Finally, he agreed to put the wristwatch in his small backpack which he had to carry all the time.

"What's this?"

Crystal in the coffee shop suddenly became excited, "I remember this wristwatch for children has a call function. Boy, call your dad to pick you up."

"No," the little boy coldly refused.

Crystal was angry and she wanted to grab his little backpack directly. She kept telling herself that the kid was only five years old and that she shouldn't get angry with him or scare him.

Crystal smiled again and tried to coax the little boy sitting next to her gently, but before she could say anything, he stretched out his little hand to drink a cup of milk tea without feeling embarrassed. It seemed that he was thirsty.

Crystal was angry and even wanted to scold him. How dare the little kid drink her milk tea!

Perhaps he noticed Crystal's furious gaze. He paused and looked at her with his innocent big eyes. Then he zipped the backpack calmly and took two 100-dollar bills out of it.

He handed the two 100-dollar bills over and said, "Here you go. Don't bother me anymore."

Crystal had a good temper, but now she looked serious. "Kid, who taught you that?"

She felt that he was not as innocent as a five-year-old child would usually be. He pretended to be mature like a young adult.

"My dad told me that any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem at all. Don't worry about unimportant things, because they are not worth it," Geoffrey told her seriously.

Crystal frowned, "How could Chandler teach his son this stuff?"