Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 78

In an instant, I emotionally broke down.

"No..."

I shook my head and stepped back. But Mrs. White pulled my hair and dragged me into the cage!

Then, she closed the door.

I shouted, "Let me out!"

Mrs. White looked at me and said, "Let you out? Have it in your dreams!"

Then she took one of her subordinates in her arms and said, "Let's go out and discuss how to let her speak."

"Copy that."

"No problem."

Her subordinates responded flatteringly.

Curling up in the cage, I couldn't help but begin to tremble again, feeling more frightened than I had been when my head had been covered.

I was so afraid that everything happening in prison back then would happen all over again.

At this time, I closed my eyes as if I could envision the days when I was in prison.

I was so afraid.

I couldn't help it.

I even wondered whether I was sick.

Soon, they came in.

They tortured me in the same way as they had done in prison. It was just that they beat me up more unscrupulously. As I curled up in the cage, they held candles in their hands above the cage and let the wax drip down into the cage.

I could only keep dodging, only to be burned from time to time.

Later, they, who weren't satisfied, changed the candles into cigarettes, which was changed into knives in the end.

It was just like they were playing a game. No matter how hard I tried to dodge, I would be hurt.

A lot of parts on my body were cut by the blade. And my clothes were soaked in blood.

Fearing that I would die, they stopped torturing me in the end.

I lay in the cage in an overwhelmingly twisted position. Although I was not badly hurt, I felt pain all over my body.

It was late at night.

I felt uncomfortable and couldn't fall asleep. But I heard that Mrs. White was making a phone call.

I couldn't tell who she was calling. But judging from her tone, it sounded like she was coaxing a child.

"A child."

I found this idea ridiculous. For a woman like Mrs. White, in my opinion, she wouldn't have any children.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I heard Mrs. White shouting, "Get up. Someone is coming!"

Then the door to the room where I stayed was opened.

Mrs. White and a few others came over with knives in their hands. Then they directly pulled me out of the cage and put the knives on my neck.

Soon, the sound of the door opening came from outside. As the door opened, footsteps were heard.

Later, under the moonlight, I saw several policemen rushing in.

"Put down your weapon!"

"Don't come over. If you come over, I'll kill her!"

The two sides confronted each other.

I heard footsteps of a pair of leather shoes.

Patrick walked in from outside.

As soon as he came in, all the subordinates of Mrs. White next to me took a deep breath.

Someone muttered, "What she said is true."

The knife that Mrs. White had put on my neck also shook.

Patrick looked at me. The night was so dark that I couldn't see his expression. I only heard him say, "Let her go. How much do you want? It's all up to you."

"Ten million dollars!"

"No, no. 50 million dollars!"

"Yes. 50 million dollars! In cash!"

Mrs. White's subordinates said one after another.

Patrick stood there as he said calmly, "50 million dollars in cash? Even if all the money of the whole City Y were gathered together, there wouldn't be so much."

"Bullshit! Don't play tricks! You have already called the police. How can you give us money?"

Obviously, Mrs. White did not trust him.

"The purpose of my calling the police is to find her rather than catch you. As long as she is fine, I can give you the money as long as it is within my capability range."

Patrick's words sounded so tempting.

I could feel that the kidnappers around me were somewhat swayed.

Someone suggested, "Mrs. White, why don't we ask for less cash?"

"20 million dollars in cash!" shouted Mrs. White. "And you will get a car for us and send us away."

"You can't take away twenty million dollars in cash. Even if I find you a car, you can't run away with that much cash. Why don't you ask for gold bars instead? Although they are a little heavy, you can take them away."

To my surprise, Patrick was advising them!

Mrs. White's subordinates consented repeatedly, "Okay. Okay. Okay!"

"Wait a minute."

Patrick turned around and left as he spoke.

In less than five minutes, he came back. And a policeman threw two medium- sized munition boxes on the ground.

Patrick said, "Count them. 200 gold bars with each at 300 gram."

Two subordinates of Mrs. White came over to take the money. When they opened the boxes, they saw gold bars lying in the boxes orderly. Even though it was dark, the gold bars looked dazzling.

"Mrs. White, they are indeed gold bars. 200 gold bars!"

Mrs. White's subordinates were so overwhelmed that they opened their eyes wide.

Patrick asked them, "Now that you've got the money. Can you release her?"

"No! We're going to take her away. I'll give her a cell phone. Five hours later, she'll call you and tell you where she is!"

Judging from Mrs. White's words, she was experienced when it came to kidnapping.

She wouldn't take the money and leave easily. Instead, she wanted me to protect her so that she could leave.

However, Patrick refused.

Patrick replied decisively, "Impossible." "Take the gold bars. Let's go!" Mrs. White didn't take Patrick's words seriously and walked out while taking me with her.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

A few of her subordinates followed her with boxes in their hands.

Although the boxes were not big, they were very heavy. Only two people could barely lift one.

I hadn't recovered from the previous experience in the cage. So I walked very slowly. In a fit of anger, Mrs. White slashed me on the arm and scolded, "Don't play tricks. Don't think that I dare not kill you because you are a hostage!"

Blood flowed out of my arm.

At this moment, the surrounding policemen rushed forward, grabbed the knife, and took Mrs. White down in one go.

Patrick also rushed over nimbly and held me in his arms. Then he asked me, "Are you okay?"

It was probably because that I was in his arms that my fear subsided. I leaned against him and said, "Well, I'm fine."

As soon as I calmed down, Patrick suddenly flashed behind me. "Poof!" Then I heard a sound.

When I looked up, I saw that Mrs. White had broken away from the police's restraining. Holding a long knife in her hand, she stabbed Patrick's body with the tip of her knife!

"Patrick Cowell!"

I yelled out loud.

The police came to stop Mrs. White when she was making her move. But before that, she had stabbed Patrick.

At this time, putting his arm on me, Patrick squeezed out a smile and said, "It's not a big deal."

His words made me burst into tears.

I hugged him and didn't know what to do.

Soon, the ambulance came and took the two of us away.

I was not seriously injured. My wounds were all skin trauma and would be healed soon. Fortunately, although Patrick had been stabbed in the abdomen, his internal organs weren't hurt. But he still needed to rest.

On the second day after I was in the hospital, a police officer named Tyler Todd came to me to do an interrogation record.

I told him everything.

Thinking of everything I had suffered recently and that Caroline had made me lose my baby, I decided that I would not let her go this time.

I told him what I had suffered in prison before in a somewhat exaggerated way. And at the same time, I showed him the scar under my armpit.

It could be seen that Tyler somewhat pitied me after seeing my injuries.

Taking advantage of his softheartedness, I told him something about what had happened to me after I had been released from prison. In the end, I asked him to keep the progress of the investigation a secret from everyone when he was investigating the case.

Otherwise, someone surely would intervene in this matter.

Tyler hesitated for a moment and agreed to my request.