My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

As the door to the balcony swung open, a towering figure emerged, moving with deliberate and measured steps toward the room.

Gerald’s pupils shrank to pinpricks, and the scar across his forehead pulsed with newfound ferocity. “How did you get in here?” he demanded, his voice tense and guarded.

No sooner had the words escaped his lips, than a sudden numbness crept up the back of his neck, engulfing him in darkness as he succumbed to unconsciousness.

Later, Gerald was woken up by the coldness.

Dressed in nothing but a solitary pair of underpants, Gerald found himself bound at the hands and feet, vulnerable to the biting cold carried by the sea breeze.

It was only then that he realized he was lying on the deck.

Struggling to lift his head, Gerald turned his face away from the deck and caught sight of Patrick standing over him on the deck. Gerald's face contorted into an unsettling grimace as panic surged. through his veins. “Patrick, what the hell do you want?” he spat out, his voice laced with a mix of fear and anger.

Patrick turned around with a chilling nonchalance, holding a glass of red wine in his hand as he regarded Gerald with a cold, calculating gaze. “What do you think?” he replied, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Ahint of panic flickered across Gerald’s eyes, causing them to widen in alarm. “Patrick, you can’t do this. It’s illegal! I'll sue you!” he blustered, desperation creeping into his voice.

Patrick dismissed the matter without much thought. He strolled leisurely towards the deck sofa, settling himself down with a glass of red wine in hand. Taking a casual sip, he glanced up at Gerald, his gaze filled with nonchalant indifference. “Is it? Well then, feel free to do so!” he retorted lazily.

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As the sea breeze gently billowed, Gerald stared at Patrick in disbelief. “Are you so gracious?” he muttered, his voice tinged with confusion.

Patrick glanced at him with a cold, mocking gaze, leisurely taking a drag from his cigarette. “If you’re curious about my intentions, you're welcome to find out. But let me remind you, unless you possess sufficient evidence to bring me to court, your fate will be confined to a life of eternal imprisonment in there!”

Gerald's face contorted with a mixture of shock and disgust. “Patrick, you are truly despicable!” he exclaimed, his voice echoing with indignation.

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He knew that once he was in jail, what awaited would be eternal torment.

Even if he didn’t provoke other criminals, they wouldn't let him off, especially those who have been bribed,

He may be forced to fight or to even kill and by that time, he would never be able to step out of the prison.

Gerald knew that Patrick was capable of doing that so he was terrified.

Patrick’s countenance froze over with an icy detachment. A chill seemed to p ervade the entire deck as his frigid gaze bore into Gerald,

Patrick turned around with deliberate nonchalance, as he cast a cold gaze upon Gerald, his voice laced with icy contempt. “Am | truly despicable? Or perhaps you conveniently forgot your own actions when you bullied Violet?”

Gerald was stunned and immediately understood. His expression changed drastically. “Patrick, did you do this because of Violet?”

Patrick rose to his feet, unwilling to waste any more breath on meaningless banter. With a dismissive wave of his hand, two black-clad bodyguards approached, their presence speaking volumes of Patrick’s determination.

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In a voice that exuded a cold, merciless determination, Patrick uttered the dreadfully ominous words, “Let him bleed out and toss him into the sea to become shark food!”

Gerald felt his fear intensify in a flash. Sharks were notoriously

bloodthirsty creatures. If he was thrown overboard, would he even stand a chance at survival?

The panic in his eyes flared up instantly. “Wait, Patrick, hold on a second. | have something to say,” Gerald stammered.

The sea breeze tousled Patrick’s hair as he turned around with unhurried confidence. With a cold, bloodthirsty aura emanating from his very being, he seemed to make even the bravest of souls shudder in fear.

Patrick stood up and strode towards Gerald, looking down at him with calculated contempt. Without so much as a moment's hesitation, het emptied the contents of his wine glass onto Gerald’s face, letting the red- liquid trickle down the contours of his face. “Talk,” he commanded, his voice dripping with barely contained rage.

Gerald's mind refused to dwell on petty grudges or notions of humiliation caused by Patrick. At that moment, his sole focus was preserving his own. life, aware of the unpredictable nature and potential danger that emanated from this unhinged person.. With a voice full of anxiety, Gerald made a desperate attempt to explain, “It’s Eleanor. She’s the one who drove me to do all of this. If she hadn’t told me about your relationship with Violet, | wouldn’t have known.”

Pupils constricting, Patrick finally crouched down and fixed Gerald with a dark, brooding gaze. “So, what you did was all related to Eleanor?”

Gerald nodded vigorously, his desperation palpable. “Yes, yes, | have all the proof you need. There are videos and recorded evidence to show her culpability. And as for the hacking of the gaming company Robert’s working with, it’s all because Eleanor planted a virus in his computer!”

This time, a deep darkness clouded Patrick’s expression.

Robert swore that he would find the traitor today.

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But he had received no news from Robert since last night.

Patrick never thought that this matter was related to Eleanor.

He casually took a knife and patted Gerald’s face. “Remember to tell the truth about the next question. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the price!”

Gerald nodded repeatedly. “I swear | will!”

Patrick’s initial query sent shockwaves through Gerald, causing his expression to undergo a drastic transformation. “You are involved in drug dealing. Two days ago, Gabriel was schemed because he used something. you sold recently, am | right?” Gerald didn’t say anything, his eyes wide open.

Patrick did not waste his breath. With a flash of his blade, he cut a bl oody wound on Gerald’s arm. “Throw him down!”

Gerald shouted, “Don’t, don’t! I'll say it, I'll say it now!”

In the end, Patrick had no intention of speaking at all. In the end, Gerald. was picked up by the two bodyguards expressionlessly and thrown into

the sea.

There was a rope tied around his body. The other end of the rope was tied to the yacht. He followed the yacht as it sped up. He rode the waves in the sea. The cold seawater chilled him to the bone.

When Gerald was pulled up again, he was already half-dead.

Patrick sat there quietly like a devil.

Gerald could not help but tremble when he heard his voice.

He said, “Ready to talk?”

Gerald did not dare to hide anything anymore and told him everything.

After listening attentively, Patrick cut directly to the chase. “The nights are long, Gerald. I’m going to take my time verifying every word you say. If |

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find out that you're lying to me, you will have more fun in the sea. Do you understand?” he spoke coldly, holding all the cards and making sure that Gerald knew it.

Gerald's entire body was ashen from the cold. He nodded.

Patrick said coldly, “Get someone to investigate what he just said!”

When Violet woke up the next morning, he found that Patrick had already gone downstairs for breakfast.

She greeted Patrick in an extremely friendly manner. “Mr. Hersey, good morning!”

Patrick looked up at her. “Call me by my name from now on!”

Violet looked at him in surprise and immediately guessed that Patrick was testing her.

She immediately shook her head. “Mr. Hersey, | am already used to calling you that!”

Patrick’s handsome face was a little sullen, but he still explained patiently, “I don’t want to feel like I’m socializing when | am at home!”

Violet was stunned. She felt that Patrick was a little strange today.

However, she still nodded tactfully. “Alright... Mr. Her... Patrick!”

Patrick snorted arrogantly.

He took a sip of soup and looked at Violet seriously. He said seriously, “It’s my fault for throwing a tantrum at you the night before yesterday. | apologize to you! I’m sorry!”

Violet was shocked. She was really shocked this time.

Patrick, such a proud and conceited man, actually apologized to her.

Gosh, did the sun rise from the west today?

Violet rubbed her face in horror.

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Patrick glared at her with simmering anger. “You don’t need to give me that look. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. I’m not as unreasonable as you thought. I’ve also heard about Gabriel’s dangerous predicament at the time. There’s no way you'd abandon him in such a situation. | went too far. | apologize.”