My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 323

Patrick warned her to stop, but Christina pushed him away and went out.

When she returned to her Apartment 402, the door was open. She walked in and found that Patrick had left.

Casually, she took a stroll around Apartment 502, and he was not there.

At that moment, the phone in her coat pocket rang again, and she answered it warily, "Why did you give me the USB drive?"

"You sounds nervous. What happened?"

It was Crystal who called her. Christina was surprised for a second before she noticed that she was a little neurotic.

She opened her hand. There was a USB drive in it. And she became more and more serious. Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Crystal asked with concern, "Did you meet someone?"

Christina came back to her senses and gave a far-fetched explanation, "I met a strange man just now. He called me sister for no reason. I'm the only daughter. I feel that he's a scoundrel."

"Nowadays, there are all kinds of swindlers in society. You should pay more attention." Crystal immediately reminded her.

Christina was absent-minded. She didn't think that man was a liar. His Chinese was not very fluent. Judging from his clothes, figure and appearance, he looked like a European. His cold but elegant temperament indicated that he disdained to lie.

The more she thought about it, the faster her heart beat as she looked at the USB drive in her palm.

"Christina, actually, I, I have something to tell you today..."

On the other end of the phone, Crystal was in a awkward and contradictory mood. She did not pay attention to Christina's strange behavior but wanted to share a big thing with her good friend drawlingly.

"I, I and Chandler now..."

"He bullied you?" Christina replied.

"No," Crystal was nervous as if she had done something wrong and said hesitantly in a low voice, "I'm at the municipal Bureau of Civil Affairs now..."

"What?"

Christina was thinking about something else, so she didn't hear Crystal's whisper clearly.

It seemed that Crystal was in a hot place which was noisy. Chandler's voice came. "Geoffrey called. Do you want to talk to him?"

Then, Crystal shouted in shock, "No, don't tell him!"

"Crystal, what sort of attitude is that? You want to go back on your word?"

Chandler seemed to be very dissatisfied. After that, they had a detailed conversation. Christina couldn't hear them clearly. After a while, Crystal seemed to accidentally touch End Call and then hang up.

When Christina returned to her apartment, she was still alone in the cheerless room.

There was no computer in her apartment, so she couldn't read the data on the USB drive immediately. She casually placed the small black USB drive on the TV counter.

She took her phone to order a takeout. Then she remembered Patrick.

Thinking of him, Christina was in a mess.

"He knew that every time he met her, he would lose control of his emotions, but he still gets close to her..."

The word "Rest" was hanging at the entrance of the high-class private boxing club, and at this time, several staff in the bar of the entertainment area gathered together to badmouth their boss.

The top shooting coach in the club poured a large glass of cold beer and handed it to the woman in front of him. He laughed heartily and asked curiously, "Lucy, I heard you scare Miss Dickens?"

"William, don't count it on me."

Picking up the big glass of German beer, she took a big gulp. Then she raised her voice and explained solemnly, "I was ordered to threaten her to participate in the group's advertising audition and keep her away from other men. Do you think I want to do these stupid things? It's all..."

"Don't say it."

The shooting coach suddenly winked at her and motioned her to shut up.

Lucy was an acute intelligent person. She immediately pretended to be her usual cold and arrogant expression and continued to drink as if she had not noticed anything.

At the same time, a tall bodyguard in a black uniform came over from the door, "Mr. Hopkins is here. He wants to see Lucy now."

Lucy raised her eyebrows at William opposite her and whispered in a hoarse voice, "I haven't finished my task yet."

"Where's the USB drive?"

The cold and deep voice, accompanied by heavy steps, walked towards them step by step.

Lucy's expression was twisted, and William whispered to her, "Good luck".

"Boss, I heard you're not feeling well. Didn't you get off the plane last night and go to rest?" She put down the beer glass, turned around, raised her face with a smile, and pretended to speak to him easily.

Without the expression, Patrick stood a meter away from her.

LUCY couldn't smile anymore. Even a fool could notice that he was in a bad mood.

William, a American shooting coach, was a nice guy. Seeing that Patrick was about to lose his temper, he immediately say something to lighten the atmosphere, "Mr. Hopkins, let me report. Miss Dickens's shooting and boxing practice is very good..."

"Don't mention her to me!"