Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462 Patrick Killed Hannah

“It’s already this late, and Oscar still isn’t back?” Patrick had been sitting on the sofa reading a magazine it was already 11 pan., yet Oscar had not returned.

Hannah was starting to panic, looking nervously at Patrick. “He has his own life. He’s busy with work

“What kind of work keeps him from even coming home when his mom is injured?” Patrick interrupted, his tone already carrying a hint of anger.

Hannah flinched, anxiously watching him. “If he doesn’t come back, then so be it … I’m a bit tired. I think I’l go to bed now.”

“Sit down!” Patrick’s voice was low, making it clear he had dropped all pretense. “Didn’t Oscar say he’d be back when we called this evening? And just now, when you called your friend–what was that, some kind of code?”

Hannah panicked. She wasn’t particularly clever, but Patrick certainly was.

If Oscar didn’t return, Patrick would undoubtedly figure out that she had warned him.

She clenched her hands in fear. “Patrick, what’s wrong with you lately? You feel … like a stranger.”

Patrick let out a cold scoff, tossing the magazine aside. “From now on, you are not to leave the Wagners without my permission. I absolutely forbid you from contacting Oscar. Understood?”

Hannah couldn’t comprehend. “Why? What exactly are you trying to do?”

Patrick’s voice was ominous. “Your health hasn’t been good these past few years. It’s best if you stay home and rest for a while. I’ll tell everyone that you’re sick and need bed rest.”

Hannah was stunned. “You want to imprison me completely?”

“If you don’t want to end up in a mental hospital … ” Patrick finally voiced his full threat.

If she didn’t comply, he would find a way to break her–to drive her insane.

Patrick saw everyone as merely a tool.

And now, his wife’s usefulness was running out.

“How can you do this to me? Over the years, you’ve benefited plenty from my family’s influence and connections. And now what? Are you planning to discard me like an old tool, imprison me, and bring your mistress in to take my place? Is that it?!” Hannah asked hysterically.

Patrick said nothing, only giving the maid a cold glance.

The maid walked over with a glass of water, which had been laced with a sedative.

This wife was of no value to him anymore. But since she had given him a son; he wasn’t planning to take her life.

As long as she obeyed.

If she didn’t… then she had only herself to blame.

Chapter 462 Patrick Killed Hannah

“Mrs. Wagner, it’s time to drink,” the maid said in a low, threatening voice.

Hannah stood up in anger, ready to leave. “I won’t drink it!“.

The maid’s eyes darkened. Without hesitation, she moved to force the drink down her throat.

Hannah struggled, but to her horror, she realized she was no match for the maid. The once–polite servant now exuded a terrifying ruthlessness.

The maid grabbed her throat with one hand and delivered a harsh slap across her face.

Dazed, Hannah stared at Patrick in terror. “Are you just going to let her hit me like this?”

Patrick’s voice was emotionless. “You need to learn to listen.”

The maid smirked, her tone menacing. “Mrs. Wagner, you’d best drink this willingly. Don’t make me use force.”

For a long moment, Hannah sat there in shock. Then, trembling, she picked up the glass in defeat, ready to drink.

“Mom.”

Oscar had come back after all. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he could sense something was

wrong.

Hannah had tears in her eyes. The moment she saw her son, she broke down crying. “Oscar …

“Think carefully before you speak,” Patrick warned coldly.

Oscar’s gaze was icy as he stared at him. “What did you do to my mom?”

He stepped forward, trying to get closer to her, but the maid blocked his way.

His eyes landed on Hannah’s swollen, reddened cheek. He turned to the maid and asked in a low voice, “Who hit her?”

Still crying, Hannah pointed at the maid.

Oscar’s brows furrowed. Without hesitation, he kicked at the maid.

She blocked it effortlessly.

As expected, everyone in this house was an expert.

Oscar let out a laugh, scanning the room.

Yuven had entered with more people. The seemingly foolish gardener, Terry, who was constantly coughing, now emanated a chilling, deadly aura.

Patrick had filled this house with mercenaries.

Oscar shielded Hannah behind him and looked at Patrick. “You had her call me back. What do you want?”

“Who gave you the right to make decisions on your own? Selling your shares to Ken without my approval? Patrick slammed the table, his glare burning with rage. “You ungrateful traitor.”

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Chapter 462 Patrick Killed Hannah

“The shares are already sold. Nothing you say can change that now,” Oscar replied calmly.

Patrick nodded. “The shares don’t matter. What matters is that, as my son, you dared to betray me

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He raised a hand, signaling Yuven and the others to take action. “Tomorrow, we’ll hold a press conference. We’ll announce that Mr. Oscar Wagner was in a terrible car accident on his way home… and that he lost both his legs.”

Oscar’s expression darkened. Is Patrick planning to have them break my legs?

Hannah was just as shocked. She screamed at Patrick in fear and rage. “What are you doing? What are you trying to do to my son? Don’t touch him!”

Oscar shielded Hannah as they retreated, but every single one of these people was a trained fighter.

He could take on one or two alone, but against eight or nine? He was outmatched.

“Let go of my son!” Hannah tried to protect him, but the maid grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back.

“Mrs. Wagner, you should worry about yourself.” The maid sneered, picking up the glass of water and forcing it toward her lips.

The drug in it would damage the central nervous system. Long–term consumption would turn a person into a fool.

Patrick planned to cripple his son and destroy his wife’s mind. Keeping them alive wasn’t a mercy–it was just to ensure they would never be able to go against him.

“Let go of my mom!” Oscar shouted at Patrick.

But Patrick didn’t react. The chilling indifference in his eyes was terrifying.

At that moment, Oscar finally believed what Ken had told him–Patrick was born cold–blooded. He had no feelings for anyone.

All he cared about was profit.

Yuven approached, dragging a sledgehammer, and ordered the others to pin Oscar down. He raised the hammer, aiming straight for Oscar’s kneecap.

The police stormed in just as they were about to force the drugged water down Hannah’s throat and drop the hammer.

“Drop your weapons!”

Officers swarmed the living room, surrounding Yuven, the maid, and the rest of Patrick’s people.