Chapter 889


    Hearing that, Mr. Taylor and others all looked stunned. The woman Pablo was referring to was not a


    girl from Royal Joy. She came together with Patrick. They were even holding hands just a moment


    ago! It could be known how intimate they were!


    They could y and abuse thedies from the Royal Joy. But if they wanted toy a finger on


    Patrick''s woman, they must have had some sort of death wish.


    Upon hearing this, Amelia''s expression did not change at all. She believed that Patrick would be


    able to settle everything.


    She did not find it dirty and so she sat down at the side of the messy bed, covering Ste''s face.


    When Patrick heard what Pablo said, he felt the rage growing inside him.


    Staring at Amelia, Pablo tut-tutted and said, "Mr. Patrick, if I had known that you have this pretty


    chick, I wouldn''t have wanted to have other girls."


    While Pablo was bbering on and on, Patrick''s eyes shed with anger.


    He suddenly turned and walked to the door. Under the gaze of others, he came to the side of the


    security guard and pulled out a thick stun baton from one of them.


    Sensing something bad was about to happen, Mr. Taylor and the others attempted to drop hints to


    Pablo, who had been fascinated by lust. The security guards then stepped forward and covered


    their mouths with their palms!


    As Patrick turned around, he approached Pablo with the baton in his hand.


    At this time, Pablo was approaching Amelia slowly, so he did not realize that Patrick had already


    come behind him.


    Standing in front of Amelia, Pablo smiled suavely and asked, "Hey pretty, how should I address


    you?"


    In order to avoid alerting him, Amelia just smiled calmly. She did not speak, but her eyes looked


    stunning when she smiled.


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    Pablo swallowed hard. He thought that this woman might not be the most beautiful one, but she


    could make his heart skipped a beat.


    The next second, a hand grabbed Pablo''s left shoulder.


    Stunned, Pablo wanted to turn back, but Patrick, who was behind him, had already turned on the


    stun baton and stabbed him in the ass!


    It was deep!


    The pain was indescribable... Everyone there was unable to imagine it as well.


    The most terrifying thing was that the baton would unleash electricity.


    Patrick shut down the power and released the baton. The moment it was released, Pablo fell to the


    ground convulsively, passing out.


    The pain must have been too strong. He fell unconscious before he could even scream.


    However, Pablo should be d that he had fainted. If he was awake, he would have been even


    worse off than dead!


    Amelia, who witnessed this scene from a close distance, did not know how to react. She could only


    say that Patrick was indeed the king of a nightclub, and the means he used to punish people were


    very brutal.


    Patrick kicked Pablo again and again.


    He seemed to be absent-minded as he was kicking, but Pablo had been moved forcibly by his foot


    until his head hit the table leg of the dressing table. It seemed like it was a part of his n.


    Noticing the terrified look in the eyes of Amelia, Patrick exined, "I just want to see whether or not


    he''s unconscious."


    Amelia was holding back the words in her mind. "You just stabbed him with the stick. You should be


    grateful that he is not dead yet."


    Patrick then held out his hand to her. "Let''s go."


    Amelia was startled. Instead of giving him her hand, the first thing she did was to pull out a pack of


    tissue paper from her leather bag. She bashfully handed it to him and said, "Wipe it."


    Looking down at his own hand, Patrick could not stand it either. Although he did not directlye


    into contact with Pablo when he attacked him, it still made him feel somewhat ufortable.


    Reaching out to take the tissue, Patrick did not hurry to open the package. Instead, he turned


    around and walked into the bathroom of the room. After carefully cleaning his hands, he wiped them


    clean with the tissue given by Amelia.


    His ten fingers could have never imagined that their master would do such a cruel thing as he was


    wiping them thoroughly.


    Amelia stared at Pablo on the ground, lost in thought. Could she have been mistaken? The top of


    the baton began to bleed?


    Did Patrick stab Pablo so badly that he was bleeding?


    Amelia suddenly felt lucky that although she had messed with Patrick so many times, he did not use


    this trick to deal with her.


    One could only use this trick to deal with the man who murdered one''s father.


    After a while, Patrick walked out of the bathroom. Without looking at Pablo on the ground, he said to


    Amelia, "Let''s go."


    "Um." Amelia gave her hand to him this time.


    Patrick grabbed it and kept Amelia tightly by his side. Just as he was about to take her out of this


    filthy ce, she asked softly, "What about your girl? Do you want to leave her here?"


    What did she mean by ''your girl''?


    He had only one girl. How could she simply say ''your girl'' to him?


    Patrick red at Amelia, making her look confused. She was just caring about his cash cow, he


    should have thanked her for being considerate.


    What was more, the girl on the bed was indeed in a pity situation.


    If those words were heard by Patrick, he would only reply with a disdainful smile. There were girls


    who were in a more pitiful state than this girl. It was just that she had never seen them.


    Seeing Patrick''s indifferent look, Amelia could not help but ask, "You won''t leave like this, will you?


    You ignored those bad boys at the door. Then what are you doing here? Once you leave, they will


    continue with the bullying. Not only will the girl on the bed suffer, but also the manager and all the


    security guards."


    Patrick listened to her muttering, feeling a little bit bitter. It would be great if she could care about


    him like she cared for others.


    He could not help but ask, "Why aren''t you worried that I''ll get into trouble with someone I shouldn''t


    have?"


    Hearing this, Ameliaughed. "Don''t you be kidding me? You could stab their Boss Sixth without


    batting an eyelid, not to mention all theseds. Throw them out. At best, don''t let them enter the


    premise again in the future."


    Patrick was silent for a moment. It was indeed so-called ''invincible is the loneliest''. Sometimes he


    appeared to be so strong that no one would care about him. Everyone thought that he would never


    lose.


    "President Hopper!"


    Seeing Patricke out of the room with his arm around the waist of Amelia, the manager hurriedly


    came up and asked with a worried look, "Isn''t it...not so good to do this?"


    Patrick''s expression did not change. "I have a few things for you to do."


    The manager immediately became serious and said, "Please go ahead, Mr. Hopper."


    Patrick said, "First, send the girl to the hospital. There''s no hurry. She cane back after she is


    cured. Second, send the man inside to the hospital. There''s no hurry. Call his parents and let them


    decide how to treat him. Third, let them go first."


    Hearing this, the manager turned around and nodded his head at the security guards who were


    grabbing the neck of Mr. Taylor and the others with one hand, and covered their mouths with the


    other hand. The security team then immediately let go of them.