Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 205

Amanda wasn't short. And she was dressed in high-heeled shoes. But the man who was tugging at her was clearly much taller than her by quite a bit!

I estimated that the man should be taller than Patrick.

I followed them quickly. As soon as I reached the crossing, I heard a muffled sound. It seemed to be a sound of a punch on the flesh!

"You bitch. Didn't you say that the message surely was correct?"

A strange male voice sounded.

It sounded cold and severe.

Even though I didn't see the man, I could feel his terrible aura.

Then, Amanda said in a trembling voice, "Sorry, I, I indeed got it from Jeremy's computer! I saw that Jeremy printed it out in person, sealed it up, and left with it!"

"I shouldn't have believed you!"

After the man finished speaking, there were a few more muffled sounds. It should be that he was beating Amanda.

"Ah! Stop beating me! Roger, Roger!" I heard Amanda cry out as she begged for mercy, "Give me one more chance. This time, I won't make any mistakes. I beg you."

"Opportunity?" The man laughed after listening to her words, "Haven't you figured out what Patrick's words today meant? According to him, I had paid a double penalty and that I had been working hard

on something in vain. He has long f**king known that you are my girl. The reason why he brought you here this time is that he f**king wanted to give you back to me!"

"Roger. Roger!" Amanda was crying miserably inside.

"F*ck. Don't f*cking shout at me."

"Roger!"

"Is the man an enemy of Patrick?" I quietly stuck my head out a little.

I saw the man named Roger standing and Amanda kneeling in front of him. Unexpectedly, she unbuckled his belt for him, took his cock out, and said, "Don't leave me. Didn't you say that you loved my tongue the most? Did you miss it?" Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

As she spoke, she began to suck the man's cock skillfully.

The man, who had been arrogant just now, closed his eyes and began to enjoy himself at this moment.

I, who was stunned by what I had seen, couldn't stand to continue watching such a fascinating scene.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw Amanda's face shifting in my direction. I was so frightened that I immediately shrunk my head back. Then I heard the man named Roger inside yelling, "Continue!"

"Yes, my lord."

Amanda replied subserviently.

I wasn't sure if Amanda had recognized me, thinking that she shouldn't have...

"After all, it's so dark at night. And I'm wearing sunglasses and a mask."

As I walked back, I thought back to the time when I was worried about the fact that Patrick had kept his opponent's woman by his side. It turned out that I was indeed oversensitive.

For Patrick who could be who he was today over a few years, he surely was somewhat capable.

When I arrived at the entrance of the hotel, I saw Patrick standing in the lobby of the hotel from a distance. Besides Jeremy, there were quite a few people by his side. I roughly glanced at them, assuming that they should all be powerful bosses.

"I'd better not join in the fun in my current state."

Patrick was chatting with those people. It seemed that they were talking about something.

Patrick began to take out his cell phone to make a call.

I was originally hiding on the side...

"I can follow you as if I were a shadow chasing after light in a daze..."

A melodious ringtone came from my bag.

He was actually calling me!

When I tried to turn off my cell phone, it was too late. Following the ringtone, he looked over and saw me. Unexpectedly, there wasn't any anger in his eyes.

He came over calmly and "pulled" me out from behind the pillar at the door, trying to take me to those guys.

Some of them were males. And some were female. They were all wearing formal gowns.

The men's hairstyle was neat. And the women's makeup was exquisite.

This was especially true for a woman among them. She was dressed in a noble champagne- colored gown. With a shawl draped over her shoulders, she tied up her hair into a bun.

She had an air of dominance.

With a rough glance at her, I felt that I surely would be overwhelmingly inferior compared with her.

In front of such a woman, I wasn't willing to come out at all.

"I, I'll go first!" I panicked, got rid of his hand, and ran out quickly.

"I don't want to embarrass him."

At this moment, there was only one thought on my mind.

It turned out that I had thought too naively. I thought it would be fine as long as I ran away. However, Patrick quickly caught up with me and held me in his arms, "Okay, okay. I won't force you."

"Wait for me here. I'll talk to them and then go up to keep you company."

He comforted me in a gentle voice.

He was so gentle.

I nodded sadly in his arms, as if I were a child who had been wronged.

Patrick turned around and returned to the hall.

I stood outside, constantly feeling that someone was looking at me. I looked back and saw a white car's window rising bit by bit. Judging from the half-exposed window, I could see that the person

sitting inside was very tall.

"Let's go." When I was looking at the white car, Patrick came from behind and asked me, "Where have you been? Where do you want to go? I'll accompany you."

"It's just that I was a little bored staying inside. I was just walking around."

I answered casually.

"Okay, I'll keep you company."

Patrick walked by my side. He, who was dressed in a high-end gown, looked tall and straight. And his legs were long, perfectly matching the suit.

As he walked to my side, the surrounding ones unconsciously stared in our direction.

Thinking of what happened just now, I couldn't help but apologize to Patrick, "I'm sorry. Did I disturb you from talking about your business?"

Patrick said naturally, "No. We were originally done with talking about the business."

But I knew that it shouldn't be over yet.

He walked with me for a while and told me, "Tomorrow will be the last day of the meeting. Most of the guests at the banquet tomorrow will be my acquaintances. You should attend."

"Come on. It doesn't matter even if you're wearing a mask. I just want to introduce you to others." His words made me feel warmhearted in my heart. And I said, "Okay."

I guessed that Patrick surely had revealed this matter to others.

If I refused at this moment, he would be very troubled.

I'd better agree first.

In the daytime the next day, Patrick found me a professional makeup artist.

Wearing an elegant and long dress, the makeup artist walked in while twisting the body. I stared at the makeup artist closely for two seconds before I was sure that it was a man.

Stretching out his orchid fingers, he sized me up and down and couldn't help shaking his head, "Alas, no wonder I am paid with so much money this time. It turns out to be a very difficult task."

Hearing his words, I felt a little embarrassed instead.

The makeup artist handed me a business card. And I saw that his name on it was Amy.

Amy was indeed a skillful makeup artist. He used something called skin wax on my left cheek and covered my nose with a layer of skin wax that covered the previous scars on my face in an instant.

And then, he acted like he was making a sculpture and began to shape my left cheek bits by bits.

After more than an hour's adjustment, he finally adjusted my cheeks properly.

At least, judging from the reflection in the mirror, I was a normal person.

This point made me both surprised and happy.

Amy started to apply makeup on my face after he had adjusted my face. And the rest of the makeup process was pretty much the same. It probably was because my face had been adjusted that I looked even prettier than before!

"You, you're amazing." I looked at Amy in surprise. There were indeed no other thoughts on my mind except my admiration for him.

Amy shook his head helplessly and said, "It's too early for you to be happy. After all, a fake face is a fake one. You can't have any other expressions except smiling. Of course, you can't do that either. Moreover, you can't suffer a strong hit. Otherwise, your face will be crooked. Do you understand?"