Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 57

"Go ahead," Patrick said.

"I'm going to work in Glorious Seth Design. And you should promise me that you won't target it again."

I wanted to keep Seth's company safe and sound.

"Okay. I promise you," Patrick nodded.

I didn't rest assured, "Mr. Cowell, I hope you can keep your promise and don't act like what you did last time. You promised me. But You secretly plotted against Glorious Seth Design."

Patrick looked at me with a gloomy face, "I didn't break my promise. After that, I didn't do anything to Glorious Seth Design."

"Mr. Cowell, as for the truth, you know it the best."

Now, I could no longer trust Patrick.

But I had to believe him.

The next day, I went back to Glorious Seth Design.

Seth welcomed me enthusiastically. But others didn't like to see me.

When I came out of Seth's office and returned to my work station, a dead mouse was lying there.

The whole table was stained with blood.

If it were in the past, I would have endured it. But now I decided to improve myself and help Seth instead of dragging him down.

Staring at the dead mouse, I picked up its tail and threw it into the trash can while enduring the discomfort in my heart.

Then I clapped my hands up and down and said, "You all know that I went to prison. But you shouldn't know the reason, right?"

At this time, nobody around me paid attention to me.

But I knew they were all listening to me with their ears up straight.

"Attempted murder." I said word by word.

After I finished my words, I saw that all my colleagues stopped what they were doing in their hands for a moment.

Someone even took a sip of coffee.

The office fell into a depressing silence.

I went on to say, "Of course, there's a reason behind it. Now that I'm out. And I'll get along well with everyone."

After that, I sat down.

That day passed by quite peacefully.

Things like those previously never happened again. It was just that all the colleagues stayed away from me sensibly.

Because of what happened last time, I had completely offended Angie. But now I had been integrated with the current society. Moreover, most of the company's orders were related to ordinary houses.

I was basically capable of handling them.

So I became a designer.

I met a few customers that afternoon and talked with them smoothly. In the end, I succeeded in winning two clients.

At the thought that I would have to go to the construction site to measure the scale and draw the effect sketch tomorrow and I wouldn't be available after tonight, I contacted Lisa, saying that I wanted to return the money to her face to face.

She happened to be in City Y.

We agreed to meet at a hotpot restaurant nearby the company at 6:30 p.m.

In the evening, I finished my work. As soon as I walked out of the office building, I saw Patrick standing at the door. And his car was parked not far away.

When he saw me, he went straight up to me and asked, "You're off work. What do you want to eat?"

His behaved quite naturally as if we were a couple who loved each other very much.

He was waiting for me to get off work. And then we would have dinner together.

People working in the same office building as I came and went incessantly, who all seemed to cast envious or jealous glances.

"But, what's behind his kindness?" I knew it clearly.

"I am not that blessed."

I stood up straight and said to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, you have to deal with all kinds of things every day. So you don't have to worry about me in person. Since I have promised you that I won't pursue this matter again, I won't go back on my words."

After that, I put on a polite smile.

Patrick looked at me with a dark face. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Do you think that I came to pick you up for this matter?"