Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 152

Before I could turn my head, I had already guessed what was going on behind me.

Then I turned my head.

And I saw a group of people surrounding Patrick.

Behind him, there were seven or eight bodyguards in black.

In addition, there was a young man in a gray suit with slightly curly hair, who was carrying a suitcase.

He was new.

Thinking that Patrick was here to see us off, I stood there and didn't move.

Last time, Patrick revealed the relationship between him and me in public, which a few managers knew. After they said a few words to Patrick, one of them said, "Mr. Cowell, did you have something else to tell Miss Archer? Then we will go over there to go through the security check first."

As soon as he said that, others followed him and left.

In an instant, only Patrick, me, and a few people were left there.

When I turned around, intending to leave, I heard Patrick say behind me, "It's no use for you hide from me. I'm going there with you."

I turned around and looked suspiciously at Patrick, "Are you so free, Mr. Cowell? It's just a small design competition. Why are you following me?"

Patrick immediately admitted it, "Yes, I'm free."

I had nothing to say.

"Then, Mr. Cowell, feel free to be free. I'm very busy. And I'll go first."

For no reason, I was a little angry when I saw Patrick.

I took my suitcase and went to get a boarding pass. Only then did I know that we were going to a city for tourists in the south.

I went trhough the security check.

After I got on the plane, I found out that the whole first- class cabin was reserved by Patrick.

The bodyguards sat apart. And Patrick and the young man sat together.

When I walked to the economy class, I heard people around talking about Patrick's identity.

It made senses.

Usually, he would take a private plane. Once he took this kind of plane occasionally, he would naturally be in a high-profile.

Seven people, including me, who entered the final, got on the plane as well.

And we were lined up in the same row.

I sat by the window, sitting next to a woman who seemed to be much older than me.

She was wearing a plain long dress with no makeup on her face. And her straight hair was tied up.

She was reading a book related to internal design in her hands.

Out of politeness, I introduced myself, "Hello, my name is Charlotte Archer."

"Hello, Nancy Bland."

She greeted me during the interval of reading.

"Nancy Bland? You are Nancy."

She was Nancy Bland.

I was surprised and delighted to know her identity.

It was a four-hours' flight along the way.

Most of the time, Nancy was reading. When I occasionally said something to her, she just answered me. And if I didn't say anything, she wouldn't respond.

Although she looked indifferent and alienated, I still found her easygoing.

That afternoon, the plane landed.

There was a car coming to pick us up directly.

After three hours, the car drove to a resort.

After we were inside, we didn't stay there any longer. Instead, we were directly taken to our rooms respectively by seven waiters.

And a waiter told me that he would come to pick me up for dinner in half an hour.

To tell the truth, the room was indeed good. With the yard being counted in, the room was about 100 square meters.

There was a wall in the bedroom with glass doors. And outside the door, there was a square swimming pool.

For the territory outside the swimming pool, it was separated by a one- meter- high short fence.

If one wanted to see what was outside, one could still see everything clearly.

I looked around and rested for a while. Then I followed the waiter to have dinner.

I was so angry.

Then I raised my hand and slapped her again.

If it weren't for the fact that Mabel had exposed the previous things, Seth might not have come back to City Y.

Seth's death was like a shadow that I couldn't get rid of.

And I traced everything back to the past.

Mabel struggled desperately. Although she was fat, she was weak. And I, who was quite furious now, had great strength.

She struggled a few times. Then she was out of breath.

Several designers who were in the final with us all came over and said kindly, "Forget it. Don't quarrel. The competition is more important."

"It's not important. Apologize! Otherwise, I won't let you go!" I stared at Mabel, "People like you who copied my work and framed me don't deserve to participate in the final. You shouldn't be here!"

"Pooh! Your work surely was made by Seth.

I'm sure that you can't design such good work!" Mabel was arrogant as she said, "After all, you were at the bottom in the preliminary round!"

"Even so, you plagiarised my work." I grabbed her.

Mabel, who was still arrogant, refused to apologize.

People around us were trying to persuade us.

In fact, I was tired at this time. And I almost couldn't grab her anymore.

"What's going on?"

At this time, a man's voice came from the darkness.

Without ever looking back, I knew who it was.

Mabel looked up. And she, who was arrogant just now, stopped being arrogant, smiled, and said, "Mr. Cowell, we're just joking!"

After she said that, she looked at me again and whispered, "Charlotte Archer, let me go."

"Apologize."

I didn't mean to give in at all.

"Okay, okay, okay. I apologize. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything about Seth. It's all my fault." Seeing that I didn't want to let go of her, Mabel added, "I shouldn't have said anything about you either. You are generous and open-minded. Let me go."