Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 199

"Charlotte." As soon as Shelton got off the car, he was a little surprised to see me.

Thinking that I was waiting for Shelton, the driver drove away after Shelton got out of the car

Shelton saw me and asked, "Why are you here? Are you looking for me?"

"No." I waved my hand, hesitated for a moment, and told him the truth, "The house I used to live was given to me by my grandmother. Before, I sold it to treat my grandmother. But I didn't expect her to die soon. I wanted to buy it back now. But I didn't have the contact number of the buyer..."

Shelton nodded, "I see. I'll keep an eye on it for you. If the one living there comes back, I'll contact you."

"Okay, thank you."

Originally, I was about to leave. Shelton suddenly shouted at me, "Charlotte, Michael told me about your face yesterday."

"Lawyer Michael? Fortunately, he helped me yesterday."

Michael had a good relationship with Shelton.

So it wasn't surprising that he would tell Shelton about this matter.

Shelton looked at me and sighed, "Originally, I wanted you to treat your face there before coming back. Patrick took you back so hurriedly. But it doesn't matter. The technology in this aspect in City Y is also quite advanced. Consider when to do this and contact me at any time. I will take you to see a doctor."

"Well..."

I replied absent-mindedly.

As for this matter, Shelton was a professional. He had a lot of resources. So I naturally believed in him.

However... If Patrick found out about this, he surely would misunderstand us once again.

Shelton misunderstood me, "You don't have to worry about the cost. You're my friend. And I'll make it for free for you."

"How can I do that?"

"It is fine. You just need to contact me." Shelton raised his hand and patted me on the head, "At such a young age, you can't be always worried like this."

"Okay, Uncle."

I smiled slightly.

As we spoke, a black car came out of the underground garage. Originally, I didn't notice it at first. However, out of the corner of my eye, I found that the car seemed to be driving in my direction!

By the time I realized that something was wrong and looked over, the car had turned around and rushed straight in our direction!

It was Patrick Cowell!

I subconsciously wanted to protect Shelton. But Shelton flashed and stood in front of me.

The car's speed wasn't fast. And Patrick didn't intend to hit us. It stopped in front of us soon.

Patrick got off the car and looked at me. And he raised his hand and said, "Come here."

"Patrick."

Shelton protected me.

"Shut up." Patrick stared coldly at Shelton, "Uncle, are you particularly interested in my girlfriend? How come I saw you two as soon as I came out?"

"No, I came here to contact the one who bought my house. I want to buy my former house back." I explained to Patrick, "I just happened to meet him."

"Is that so?"

Patrick looked at me.

"Of course." I walked out of Shelton's protection, "If there's nothing else, then I'll leave first."

I didn't do anything dirty. And there was no need to be fugitive at all.

"No!" Patrick pulled me directly, "Where are you going? I'll send you there."

I knew that I couldn't stop Patrick. So I could only let him pull me and planned to take his car.

Patrick opened the door for me.

As soon as I got in the car, I heard Shelton say, "Patrick, regarding Charlotte's..."

"Uncle... Uncle." Patrick interrupted him halfway. I, who was sitting in the car, could only see Patrick's back. Then I heard Patrick say in a terrifying cold voice, "Don't let me hear you call her Charlotte for the second time."

When Patrick was like this, I was afraid of him.

However, there wasn't a trace of fear in Shelton's eyes behind the pair of transparent glasses. He smiled slightly and said, "Well, I want to say that you should ask her what happened yesterday and ask her to think about doing a treatment. If you need my help, contact me at any time."

"Uncle, I will take care of my girlfriend's matter. You just need to take care of your hospital!"

After saying that, Patrick got in the car.

Shelton moved aside.

As soon as the car started, Patrick asked me, "What happened yesterday?"

"Yesterday, there was a naughty child in the supermarket. He called me Ugly Woman..." I told Patrick about what had happened yesterday.

He was silent.

The car sped all the way to the underground garage of Towering High Group. He looked at me and asked, "I'm going to have a meeting. Come up with me. Don't worry, no one will see you." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"No, I, I'll wait for you in the car."

I was afraid in my heart. The incident yesterday was an indelible shadow in my heart.

Patrick got off the car and went straight to the passenger's seat. He pulled me up and said, "It's cold below. I will see who dares to judge you in my territory."

After that, he forcefully took me to the elevator.

It was a special elevator for the President which no one would use at ordinary times.

We reached the top floor. When the elevator door opened, a beautiful woman with her red hair scattered on her shoulders was standing outside. Her body shape was quite perfect.

She was wearing a professional suit. Although her collar was tied up, her big boobs couldn't be more conspicuous.

She perfectly met men's three requirements for a woman, that was, long hair, big boobs, and a perfect body shape.

"Mr. Cowell, you're back." Seeing Patrick, the woman quickly greeted him and then looked at me.

She was stunned for a moment. And she didn't say anything.

"This is the future Mrs. President." Patrick introduced me directly to that woman.

The woman was stunned for a moment. And she still showed a standard smile and said, "Mrs. President, nice to meet you."

Although she said so verbally, I could see that there was a hint of contempt and sarcasm in her eyes.

As soon as we walked out of the elevator,

Jeremy came over.

Seeing that I was with Patrick, he greeted us naturally, "Mr. Cowell, Miss Archer."

Patrick said to Jeremy, "Notify them to have a meeting."

"Yes."

Jeremy hurried back to his office to inform the ones who would have to attend the meeting.

I followed Patrick into the office. After a while, the woman came in with two cups of water. She put one on Patrick's table and handed the other to me, saying lightly, "Mrs. President, here is your coffee."

"Thank you."

I could feel her hostility.

I hadn't seen this woman before. And this was the first time I had seen her.

Seeing that there seemed to be nothing strange about her, Patrick just said, "Amanda, take care of her."

"Okay, Mr. Cowell, I've sorted out the documents you need in the meeting and put them on your desk."

Amanda stood up and smiled at Patrick formally.

Seeing Patrick leave, she bowed slightly.

After Patrick left the office, the woman named Amanda sat directly beside me. She sized me up and down at me and asked directly, "What's wrong with your face?"