Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 333

Now that as I recalled, I was in a good state now.

I put my past and behind and got reborn.

I was no longer someone who could only be humble. Now, I had Glenn and a master. And I was skilled and capable.

I shouldn't have buried myself in the past.

Right?

Ignoring my words, Patrick said to Jeremy on the side, "Jeremy, go get all the things Uncle Shelton wants and give them all to him."

"But..."

"Go!"Patrick ordered!

Although Jeremy was very reluctant, he did as Patrick said.

On the side, Roger was anxious, saying, "No! You can't give them to him." He said to Patrick, "Brother, you have been working hard so many years before getting these things. If you give all of them to him, you will lose everything!"

"Go downstairs and wait for me there." Patrick drove Roger away.

But Roger refused to leave, saying, "I won't go. I'm telling you, with me standing here today, if you dare to give your things to him, beat me to death first!"

"Bang!" As a result, before Roger could finish his words, Patrick raised his arm and punched him in the face!

Roger's beautiful almond-shaped eyes got bruised right away.

For a moment, Roger was stunned.

He didn't expect Patrick to really hit him.

Looking indifferent, Patrick looked up at Roger, "Do you want to be beaten again?"

Covering his face with his hands, Roger didn't have the intention to give in at all. Standing on the side, he said, "Beat me up! Beat me to death!"

I couldn't stand such a scene anymore. Holding Shelton's arm, I curled up the corner of my lips slightly and asked him with an innocent look on my face, "What do you want? Me or the so-called team?"

Looking down at me and stroking my head with his hands, he smiled slightly and said, "Of course, I want you."

"Let's go then."

I said.

Luckily, Shelton chose me.

I considered myself lucky.

I was so afraid back then that he would say that he chose Patrick's things.

As we were about to go outside, Patrick blocked the entrance of the office directly, saying coldly, "Uncle Shelton, you have been working so hard for so many years. You want to raise to the top of Towering High, right? Now I'll give you what you want. And I will give you everything. Could it be that you are going to let your efforts over the years all come to nothing?"

Shelton didn't wear glasses today.

He looked sharp and sinister.

He looked at Patrick and smiled, "What I want is not Towering High but what you care about the most. Now your choice has told me what matters the most to me."

Hearing Shelton's words, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

It was so cruel of Shelton to say such words

The reason why Shelton chose me wasn't because of his feelings for me but because Patrick cared about me the most.

By comparison, I seemed to have made a ridiculous choice.

Lowering my head, I dared not let Patrick see my despondent look.

Tugging at Shelton, I said, "Let's go. I'm tired."

"Okay." Shelton smiled, planning to take me away.

At this time, Jeremy had brought things over. I heard him say to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, the things you want are here."

Taking over the things, Patrick said to Shelton, "Here are all the things you want, including the equity transfer agreement. I have signed it."

"Oh?" Shelton was surprised, asking, "Patrick, it seems that you have known that such things will happen?"

"Of course." Patrick added, "Bring the child here. Then everything here is yours."

Shelton smiled and touched my head with his hands. Stroking my somewhat messy hair, he said, "I'm sorry, Patrick. Now, I feel that Janetta means so much to me as well. All of a sudden, I don't want these things of yours anymore."

Standing there, I felt like I was a lifeless chip.

There was nothing I could do.

I couldn't help Patrick. Nor could I save Glenn.

At this time, I actually felt a little regretful that I had allowed Ryan to take Glenn away.

Otherwise, many things would have been different, right?

It was a pity that there was no if.

"Really?" Patrick sneered, stretched out his hand, and grabbed my arm, "Uncle Shelton, don't forget that at this time, as for whether you can go out or not, it is up to me."

As Patrick held my arm with his somewhat warm palm...

I was disturbed in my heart.

I looked up at Patrick, feeling ill at ease in my heart.

However, without looking at me, Patrick looked at Shelton.

Although neither of them spoke, the atmosphere couldn't be tenser.

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After a while, Shelton curled up the corner of his mouth, revealed a faint smile, and said, "Patrick, you forgot something. Glenn is still with me."

Upon hearing Shelton's words...

I came to my senses completely.

I raised my hand, shook off Patrick's hand that was holding my arm, and said to him, "Mr. Cowell, neither Shelton nor I will welcome you to our engagement ceremony. So you don't have to show up there."

By saying so, I made my position pretty clear.

"I have a way..."

"Mr. Cowell, if you hand over these things to him, you will be a poor man. Why should I entrust Glenn's future and my future to a poor man?" After I finished my words, I looked up at Shelton and said with a smile, "Shelton, let's go."

"All right."

Shelton took me away.

This time, Patrick didn't stop us.

However, as I passed by him, he said, "Goodbye." What he had said was audible to him and me only.

Walking out of the door, I couldn't be more heartbroken in my heart.

I really wanted to tell Patrick that I wouldn't mind that he was poor.

I could make money to raise him.

However, I couldn't take a gamble with Glenn.

Moreover, I didn't want to see Patrick sacrifice all his efforts over his life for the sake of us.

Shelton and I went downstairs by elevator together and left.

We arrived at the car downstairs.

Shelton's assistant and his secretaries both took the front row. And I sat in the back row with him.

As soon as he got in the car, I said to him immediately, "I want to see Glenn. What is the thing which you injected into Glenn's body."

This was what I cared about the most.

If I once had a little good impression of Shelton, then at this moment, I no longer did.

What I wanted was that Glenn should be safe and sound.

Shelton didn't answer. Instead, he took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on before saying to me, "Don't worry. Glenn is all right. He's your child. I won't hurt him."

"You're lying." I stepped back a little and looked at him vigilantly, "You cut his face with a knife. And you injected something into his body!"

"The wound on his face has been healed. As for the injection," Shelton paused and continued, "As long as you stay with me, I can guarantee that Glenn will be fine forever."

Hearing Shelton's words, I had a bold guess in my mind, "You didn't inject a virus or something into his body, did you?"

Hearing what I said, Shelton curled up the corner of his mouth and put on a gentle and meaningful smile, asking, "What do you think?"

I couldn't figure it out.

Shelton was really unfathomable. And I really couldn't figure out what he had injected into Glenn's body.

And I dared not guess.