Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 270

The group departed with a triumphant swagger.

All that remained was the other hundred-million-dollar debt contract, which had been slapped hard against Patrick's face.

Patrick watched the group's retreating backs, the world spinning around him.

His vision went dark.

Then, he fell backward, stiff as a board.

The last thing he heard were a few faint shouts before he lost consciousness completely.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Patrick woke to a throbbing headache.

He opened his eyes to the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling.

His throat was on fire, painfully dry and sore.

"Water… water…"

His voice was so hoarse that all that came out was a weak, raspy whisper, so faint he could barely hear it himself.

The room was empty.

No one answered.

He had fainted.

And not a single person was in the room looking after him?!

Patrick's chest heaved with anger, which only made the dry, itching pain in his throat worse, sending him into a fit of dry coughs.

Every cough felt like a knife slicing his throat.

Patrick forced himself to sit up.

As he hardly got out of bed, a wave of intense dizziness washed over him.

He reached up and touched his forehead. It was burning hot.

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