Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 72

Ever since what happened last time, I seemed to have been granted some privilege in Towering High Group.

This time, as soon as I arrived at the front desk, the staff there greeted me respectfully, "Mrs. President."

Then she opened the door for me.

In fact, I felt unworthy of this address. But I accepted it.

I took the elevator to the top floor.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I saw Patrick's assistant, Wilson, standing in the corner and making a phone call.

It seemed that he didn't hear me coming.

Although I was angry, I knew I was in the Towering High Group, where I couldn't barge in randomly. Out of courtesy, I stood on the side, planning to tell Wilson that I was looking for Patrick after Wilson finished his call.

I waited aside and heard that Wilson lowered his voice and said while holding the cell phone, "It's true that Mr. Cowell isn't here."

I wasn't deliberately eavesdropping on Wilson. It was just that it was so quiet in the

corridor.

I was suspicious, wondering why Wilson, Patrick's assistant, would have to talk over the phone like this.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Wilson added, "I let you in without getting Mr. Cowell's permission a few times previously. And I got scolded by Mr. Cowell. I simply can't let you in this time."

"Who is he calling?"

But a lot of people wanted to see Patrick. So I didn't think much about it.

Soon, I heard him say, "Well, baby, don't worry. I'll tell Mr. Cowell, asking him to give you privilege as well."

When he said this, his tone was much lighter.

Then he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Wilson turned around and saw me. Then he couldn't help but be shocked!

He asked me, "When did you come?"

The expression on his face indicated that he seemed to have done something bad and was trying to cover it up.

At that time, I only thought that he was calling his lover and was found out by me. So I didn't think much about it. And I just smiled and said, "Assistant Jacob, is Mr. Cowell here?" "No. Mr. Cowell is going to attend a banquet in the evening. He's gone."

When Wilson said so, his eyes were full of guilt.

It was as if he wanted me to leave here as soon as possible.

The first thing that came to my mind was that he was lying to me.

I thought Patrick was avoiding me because of the fact that he had taken over Seth's company.

"Then I'll go to his office and call him," I said on purpose.

Originally, I thought Wilson would stop me. But I didn't expect that he would agree. He nodded and took me directly into the office.

What he did was indeed beyond my expectation.

I walked around the office and then went to the lounge behind the office to have a look.

After making sure that Patrick wasn't there, I found an excuse and left.

As soon as I arrived downstairs,

unexpectedly, I ran into Caroline!

When I saw her, she saw me as well. When she saw me coming out of the Towering High Group, she also saw the receptionist walking me out, who was calling me "Mrs. President".

"Charlotte Archer, Patrick hates you so much. How dare you accept the title of 'Mrs. President' with ease?"

When Caroline spoke, the jealousy in her eyes couldn't be more obvious.

I looked at her and said with a poker face, "He hates me, which I think is reasonable. But he likes you. So I wonder if you've bewitched him."

I did speak so from the bottom of my heart.

I had always been confused about this.

According to what Rosy said, Patrick and Caroline had not seen each other before they had agreed on this marriage.

"What on earth did Caroline do to make Patrick fall in love with her so deeply?"

Patrick could turn a blind eye to the mistakes Caroline had made. And he even helped her cover up the crime!

When Caroline heard my words, the jealousy in her eyes turned into complacency in the next second.

She looked at me and tidied up her clothes, "You don't have to know this. What you need to know is that no matter what I do, the person Patrick loves for the rest of his life will always be me."

I asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Caroline approached me step by step and whispered, "Because, without me, he wouldn't be who he is today."

After that, a mysterious smile appeared on her face. And she turned to leave.

"Without me, he wouldn't be who he is today."

I stood where I was and kept pondering on Caroline's words.

I couldn't figure out what she meant.

Patrick was commanding and powerful in the business world. Did he have to rely on Caroline to get something he wanted?

Or... Did he do something hideous and ask Caroline to keep it a secret?

I kept thinking about it randomly for a long time before I went home.

After dinner, I sat on the sofa and waited for Patrick. I was not sure if he would come back.

At 11 p.m., the door opened.

As soon as Patrick entered the house, the smell of perfume and powder came to my nostrils. It seemed that he had been surrounded by various women tonight.

At first, I wanted to ask him something. But as soon as I smelled these odors, I gave up.

I got up and wanted to go back to the guest bedroom. But Patrick directly hugged me from behind, lowered his head, and said, "Are you waiting for me to come home?"

As soon as he got close to me, various women's fragrances mixed together and drilled into my nose.

I frowned and couldn't help sneezing.

Patrick quickly loosened his grip, took off his coat, and even apologized to me, "I'm sorry."

As soon as he loosened his grip, I continued to walk into the room.

When I heard the sound of Patrick's clothes falling to the ground, Patrick grabbed my arm and asked me, "Why are you still waiting for me at such a late time? Is it because you want to ask me something?"

He knew me very well.

After all, I had been trying my best to draw a clear line with him before.

But I was waiting for him today.

I turned around. Before I could speak, Patrick said, "You want to ask me about Seth's company, don't you? I think you'd better ask him. I didn't intend to take over his company. But he asked me to do so." "He asked you for help. And you agreed just like that, didn't you? Mr. Cowell, when did you become so kind?"

I surely wouldn't be convinced by his words.

But the next second, Patrick gave me an answer, which convinced me that he surely would do so.

He said, "Because the reason why Glorious Seth Design is like this is that Caroline has framed Seth. I naturally have to compensate Seth on her behalf."

As soon as he finished his words, I felt heartbroken.

The reason for everything Patrick had done was nothing more than a Caroline Archer.

As long as it had something to do with Caroline, Patrick wouldn't get things done in his way. Then everything he did would become reasonable.

I smiled bitterly, "Mr. Cowell, can I ask you to move out? If you do want to live here, come back when you don't have Caroline Archer in your life."

"It's impossible that I won't have her in my life."

Patrick seemed to answer me without deliberation.

"Then get out of my way!" This time, I was angry!

I clenched my fist tightly and pointed at the door, "You aren't welcomed here. Caroline will be happy to see you. Please get out of here and go to her house!"

"Patrick, oh, Patrick, you indeed have been bewitched."

That night, Patrick did not leave.

But every word he had said could make me give up on him.

(To be continued)

The next day, my life went on as usual

When I got off work, changed my clothes, and showed up in the cafe, I saw Seth standing there wearing a short and khakicolored trench coat with a bag in his hand. His hair had been permed. And he cut a sort of fashionable hairstyle.

He stood there, attracting the guests coming and going as well as the staff in the cafe.

As I wanted to say hello to him, a female guest who looked like a college student ran to him shyly and handed him a piece of paper, saying, "Sir, this is my phone number as well as my WeChat account..."