My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 82

"Patrick..."

Christina suddenly opened her eyes. She breathed an inward sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off her forehead. It was a dream.

It was still that nightmare. That year, she went on a high school graduation trip and went camping in the suburbs.

At dusk approached, she was suddenly attacked by five violent bandits from the mountain village. They covered her mouth, dragged her to the depths of the mountain, and tore her clothes...

She was so scared that she shivered. All she knew was that a man rushed over.

"He seems to be injured..." She sat by the bedside, frowning and reminiscing about the past that she did not want to remember.

Christina's mind was in a mess. She grabbed her long hair with her right hand and couldn't remember.

At that time, she was only 17 years old. That year, too many misfortunes happened. Her father brought his mistress home. Her mother committed suicide in prison, and she and her aunt left the Dickens Family to live all by themselves... She tried to get used to it, but reality didn't even give her time to breathe, forcing her to face such a cruel scene.

Did Patrick save her?

She was in a daze. She really wanted to ask him those questions, which she had never dared to bring up.

She subconsciously looked to her side, her expression slightly gloomy.

Patrick had returned to the country for almost a week but had never gone back home.

'What is he busy with?'

The last time he took her to the basement of the entertainment center in the east of the city... He seemed anxious to find someone.

Her eyes darkened. He was always like this, hiding so many secrets. Wouldn't he be tired?

She got up from her bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, and spent the whole week in the Hopkins Family listless. Today, she wanted to go to a place...

"Where do you think he went?"

Charles paced restlessly around the top floor of his company's president's office. "Patrick has turned F City upside down, but there's still no news of him."

"He doesn't want to be found. Even Patrick can't dig him out."

Chandler sat on the sofa drinking tea. Strangely enough, after lying alone in an American hospital for six years, the man unexpectedly woke up and disappeared.

Charles was still very upset. He grabbed a cup of tea from the coffee table and took a swig.

"Chandler, do you think he's been a vegetable for too long? Something's wrong with his brain!" Charles suspected that something was wrong with his brother.

Otherwise, how could he leave without a word, causing them to keep looking for him?

Chandler chuckled unhappily. "Charles, don't forget who he is. Don't worry too much. He's been sleeping for so many years, and maybe he has something on his mind."

"A man like him is more difficult to understand than Patrick. What will he have on his mind?"

Charles put on a long face, and could not help but complain, "What a freak."

"Oh right, I have something to do." Charles suddenly remembered something important today. He almost missed it. He immediately grabbed his phone and edited the text message.

"Christina?"

Chandler saw his sneaky expression and glanced curiously at the screen of his phone. He was texting Patrick.

The next second, Chandler sighed, shook his head, and coldly said, "Charles, you really like asking for trouble."

Chandler wondered, 'How dare you lie to Patrick about Christina? You're going to hell for this.'

Charles sent the message out with a righteous look on his face.

He looked up and smiled slyly. "Christina has been bullying me all day long. Today is a special day, and I want to take the opportunity to retaliate against her."

"Charles, don't you know that Patrick brought Christina to the basement himself last week?"

Chandler's silver-rimmed glasses glowed. He smiled gently and gloated.

Mr. Shepherd's smug smile froze, and he immediately became nervous. "That's impossible!"

How could Patrick bear to take her to that place?

"I called Mr. Hopkins and confirmed it. Christina was so scared that day..."

It meant that Christina made Patrick angry again.

Charles's heart sank when he heard this.

He was done.

He glared at the text message he had just sent, regretting. Why couldn't the text message be retracted!

"Christina, remember that today is April 1st! If Patrick wants to see you, just tell him..."

Christina was sitting in the car and her phone kept ringing. As soon as she pressed the answer button, there was a howl of anguish on the other end of the line.

After a while, there was some problem with reception. She got disconnected after hearing the buzzing sound.

Christina looked at her cell phone with a straight face. The coverage was terrible probably because the place was too remote.

"What was Charles doing?" She couldn't help but complain.

Without much thought, she turned to look out the window at a vast field. The farmers in the field were bending over to plant rice. The surrounding environment was very quiet and peaceful.

Christina's eyes suddenly fell on an old locust tree in front of her. As if she remembered something, she suddenly shouted to the driver, "Stop here."

She got out of the car and walked to the old locust tree in front of her. She reached out and stroked the rough, dark brown bark of the tree. The tree trunk was very sturdy, perhaps a hundred years old.

"This locust tree looks a little like the one in front of the high school gate in C City..."