Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 398

I glanced at the sender. It was a number that I had never seen before.

And the appendix of the email was a compressed folder.

I wanted to download the folder with my mobile phone, but it was too big for the phone. Therefore, I had to use a computer.

My laptop was in Patrick's house at No.1 in City Y.

I saw a laptop here in Rosy's house when I cleaned the study. It should be Rosy's.

I didn't know why, there was a hunch in my heart when I saw this folder, that is, this email could help me!

I took my cell phone upstairs.

Then I started up Rosy's laptop.

This computer had not been opened for several years.

It even took six minutes for starting up the laptop.

It was not surprising.

Enduring the extremely slow speed, I connected to the wifi of my mobile phone, opened the mailbox, and downloaded the compressed folder.

I opened it.

There were four documents lying inside, two were audio and the other two were videos.

I opened an audio file first—it was a conversation between two people.

A man said, "Dear, how about my professional evaluation? Can you help me to ask?"

Then it was a woman's voice, "Hem, how low is the quality of your thesis! My husband said that if you can pass the professional evaluation, any other doctor all over the hospital can pass!"

"However, as for any other doctor all over the hospital, who can satisfy you so well?"

"If I didn't fancy you, I wouldn't speak for you!"

"Baby, help me to find a way."

This was the content of the first one.

Although I was a little confused, I also understood roughly that the two people must have adultery stealthily.

The second audio file was more or less the same.

As for the two videos, one was a video that was taken from the perspective of a mobile phone. In it, a man was having oral sex with a woman and pleasing her with his tongue.

Looking at the man's face, I suddenly remembered him.

This person was Matt exactly!

From his appearance, he looked a little older than he had been.

The content of both videos was almost the same.

Although the woman's face can't be seen, it could be recognized from the voice that she was the person who was calling in the recording.

When I finished reading the four files, I couldn't relax at all.

Who sent them?

Who's helping me?

And how did this person get such private documents, as well as the recording of the phone? If he didn't been prepared in advance, how could he have got these things at once?

"Thrilled to break out of the pupa, the urge to be reborn anew..."

When I was confused, my phone rang. It was from Patrick.

Could he be the person who got these?

I hesitated for a moment and picked up the phone.

"Where are you?" Patrick's magnetic and pleasant voice came from the other side of the phone.

"In... grandma's house," I answered.

The man listened and was silent for a moment. "What's wrong? Don't you want to come back home?"

"I, I'd like to live here."

I don't know how to answer.

Hearing that, Patrick did not object. He just asked me, "Do you mind I live with you? I didn't see you since I came back from work. I miss you."

Patrick didn't withhold at all that he missed me.

His words made my heart beat faster.

I wanted to ask him if the videos and recordings were sent by him, but it would be better to ask him face to face.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll go back."

"Then I'll pick you up, please wait for me."

Patrick hung up the phone as finished speaking.

I copied the video files in a USB disk and deleted the original ones. I also cleared up the recycle bin, only then did I feel relieved.

Because it was at night without heavy traffic, Patrick arrived very soon.

I followed Patrick back to City Y No.1, but I still didn't tell him about the videos after hesitated for several times.

However, I beat him around the bush. It turned out that Patrick knew nothing about that.

Then, who sent those files to me?

Soon, I thought of another person.

Shelton.

I realized that meeting him this afternoon wasn't a coincidence.

Since the previous incident, I realized that there were not so many coincidences in the world. All the coincidences might be set by others.

I remembered what Shelton said before I got in the taxi?

Was he really making up for his mistake?

His deed has nothing to do with me, but I need these documents now.

The next morning, Patrick went to work. Before he went out, he told me that he needed to go abroad for a business trip, which would take about a week.

Originally, I planned to go straight to meet Matt that day.

However, after thinking for a while, I gave up.

I took the computer back to Rosy's house, found Matt's mailbox on the Internet, and registered a new mailbox.

I changed my IP, and then sent a video to him.

After that, I waited for a day.

There was no response. I tried to withdraw the email, but it couldn't be withdrawn. It meant that he had already read it. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

I wasn't sure if this email box was handled by Matt himself or by someone else. But after all, the email was already checked.

Since he didn't respond, I sent another phone recording.

This time, I received a reply in less than an hour.

Matt sent back an email, but he only replied three words: [Who are you?]

There were only three words.

However, I could feel that Matt should be in a panic!

In case this was disclosed, it would definitely ruin everything that he has.

I didn't know how to reply to his email at the moment, so I put the email on hold.

Unexpectedly, Matt sent me another email: [How much do you want?]

Although it was a coincidence to get a reply, I found that this method worked well.

I replied with three words [ I don't need any.]

In less than a minute, Matt responded to me. [Then what do you want?]

[I want you to be my witness.]

[What witness?]

'Let's talk to each other face to face.'

I sent an address at the end of this line.

After so many things that happened in the past, I already learned a lesson. I made an appointment with him at the downtown, the most bustling fastfood restaurant.

I didn't choose any quiet cafe nor secluded place.

That would only increase the factors of danger.

In the most crowded place, if he wanted to hurt me, he would have some scruples.

This time, Matt hadn't replied to me for a long time. I didn't fix the time in my last email. If he wanted to meet me, he should ask me.

I'd been waiting for several hours, during which, I once suspected that Matt would give up.

I really couldn't find out a solution in that case.

I had no interest in exposing his privacy. This only reminded me of the affair between Emily and Shelton.

When it was over five o'clock in the afternoon, I finally received an email from Matt again.