My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 94

Under the dim yellow streetlight, several shadows were lengthening...

Christina froze in place, looking straight forward. Her vision blurred probably because of the dim light, but the shadows reflected on the ground were barehanded and crisscrossed.

Then she heard Simon's anxious tone, "You motherf*cker, do you know who I am?"

With a cold face, Patrick took a step forward, with his left hand holding Simon's front collar, and his right hand holding his belt. With a strong force, he threw him against the rough wall on the side.

Simon did not react. He bumped into the wall unsteadily, leaving a sharp cut on his forehead. There was blood on the wall and the pain made him gasp for air.

"What..." He scrambled to his feet and turned to look at Patrick, who was approaching him step by step. Panic took hold of him.

Simon hurriedly shouted to his friends behind him, "Come here, come here and beat this bastard..."

"Really?"

Patrick walked up to him and looked down at him. Suddenly, he grabbed his throat with his right hand.

He tightened his grip. Simon's neck twisted. With a dark face, he trembled and tried to speak, unable to utter a sound.

Simon's face was filled with fear, but Patrick remained calm, sending a chill over.

Simon was going to die...

"Patrick!"

Christina yelled at him nervously.

The night wind in early summer was cool, but the smell of blood went floating out on the air.

Patrick let go of Simon, and he collapsed. His forehead was bleeding, his face whiter than ever. Lying on the ground, he was trembling and afraid to move.

"Take this rubbish away."

Patrick said coldly and turned to look at Christina under the streetlight.

Christina looked at him with a blank expression and a chill stole over her body.

Simon and his friends were suppressed by the three bodyguards. Most of the time, they put on an act but turned out to be a coward after seeing the black and shiny gun around the other party's waist.

"I, we didn't do anything. Really, it's none of our business..." A few hooligans were brought into the car, unconvinced, but dreaded to speak too loudly.

"It's Simon. It's his fault..."

"Shut up!"

The bodyguard in front of them turned his head and glared at them. "One more word, you will suffer!" After a while, the car started and drove directly to the nearest police station.

Christina, however, was still very nervous. Being stared at by the man, she lowered her head, probably with a guilty conscience.

She was doomed...

Crystal was stunned. She quietly tugged at the corner of Christina's shirt. "He, he..." This man seemed to be...

"Mark!"

Suddenly, a few well-dressed men and women came out of a villa. They shouted excitedly and joyfully, "Mark, we thought you weren't coming. It was really nice to see you..."

Mark?

Christina heard the shouts of some of her old classmates. When she looked up, she bumped into the man's dark eyes and she tensed up.

"Just now, my friend called and said she was bullied, so I came over..." She whispered to explain.

"To fight?" A cold voice came from above.

Christina was filled with dread and she retorted stubbornly, "Simon deserves it."

Patrick walked up to her and looked down at her without saying more.

Crystal stood by and stared at Christina and Patrick. At that moment a surge of mixed feelings flowed through her blood and she could not calm down.