My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 454

"I don't believe it."

Christina was quite angry. She grabbed the Ancient Coin on the floor into her bag and lowered her voice， "You told me that Derek was dead. That was nonsense... I won't believe you anymore."

The Ancient Coin in the bag made a faint sound, "Patrick and Charles are now in the VIP room on the ninth floor of this hotel."

"You can verify it, and think about whether to believe me later..."

Perhaps it experienced how stubborn Christina was last time, the Ancient Coin seemed to have learned to persuade her first.

Christina looked so thoughtful that she didn't go to the bathroom.

Her head was full of the thoughts that Derek hurt himself.

How could it be?

"... Christina, you'd better believe me. Don't waste time. You have to go to Italy." The Ancient Coin seemed impatient and gave her orders.

"I told you, I don't believe you!" Christina retorted angrily at her handbag.

The people sitting with her at the table looked at Christina in great surprise and confusion.

Christina restrained her furious expression and took a deep breath. Her eyes were filled with doubt.

At this moment, in the VIP room on the ninth floor of the hotel.

It's true that Patrick and Charles happened to eat in this hotel. They were mainly talking about Derek.

"When we found him, the furniture in his apartment was smashed into a mess. I don't know who had such a big grudge against him..."

Charles was describing what happened on that day, and then he sneered, "To be honest, Derek offended a lot of people who lost their money in the stock market a while ago because of his financial deals. They all wanted to kill him."

Therefore, it was not surprising that Derek had enemies, and someone was ambushing him in his apartment to beat him up to vent their anger.

Chandler ate with them, thought it over, and felt a little unreasonable, "We all know Derek well. If someone sneaks into his apartment, can't he know it? Derek had always been sensitive and cautious."

It's strange that Derek was badly scarred because he was so skilled that three professional bodyguards might not be able to defeat him. No wonder Christina and Peter immediately believed that the three of them had joined in the attack and beat Derek. After all, few people could make him injured so seriously.

"Patrick, what do you think?"

Chandler called Patrick when he saw Patrick was drinking alone silently.

Patrick was straightforward, "...I don't know."

All the speculations seemed unreasonable and he could not judge it.

Charles picked up a piece of fish and chewed it. He suggested, "Why don't we invite Derek out to make it clear face to face?"

Chandler sneered, "Do you think he'll come out? Derek paid strangers no mind."

Then he had a second thought, "By the way, Patrick, does Christina go back to work for that company?"

Patrick's tone was indifferent, "She's happy today and drove to the company again."

"You don't mind it?" Chandler asked him directly.

Christina and Crystal went out to work just for killing time. Patrick originally planned to set up a company for them, but they were employed by that unexpected company. They thought it was just a coincidence. However, it turned out that Derek hired them.

Patrick didn't say anything. At this moment, the waiter knocked on their door three times, and then a hotel manager in a dark blue uniform came in.

"... Miss Dickens and Miss Hopkins are eating in the lobby on the first floor." The hotel manager went upstairs to report.

Charles suddenly realized, "My brother said today that he would treat his employees to have dinner. So that is in this hotel."

Patrick picked up the tissue on the table and wiped the corner of his mouth. He got up from the chair and obviously wanted to go downstairs.

Charles stopped him, "Patrick, you'd better not go down."

Patrick frowned slightly and looked back at him.

It would be ridiculous if he needed someone else's permission to go downstairs to pick up Christina and Brianna!

Charles shrugged and explained, "...The world of women is a little complicated. Let them come up in case Christina makes a lot of enemies in the company. I figure she's even less popular than Brianna."

Charles knew what women thought best.

Patrick looked at the hotel manager, "Ask them to come up."

"No problem." The hotel manager immediately went downstairs to carry out Patrick's command.

When Christina heard that Patrick was eating in the VIP room on the ninth floor of this hotel, she had a strange expression.

They were really eating in this hotel. The Ancient Coin was indeed right.

Crystal rode up in the elevator with them, "What's wrong? You're a little strange."

"Okay," Brianna answered obediently.

When Patrick saw Christina get into the car with a bunch of documents, his face was a little grave, "Is your company this busy?"

"... I took a long time off from work before." Christina lowered her head to sort out the documents and explained casually.

"Patrick, take a shortcut and go back quickly. I'm going to finish them tonight..."

Christina sat in the passenger seat, pointed at the road ahead, and insisted on taking a shortcut. But the path was a little bumpy. Patrick looked at her sullenly, then he stared at the documents in her arms and was dissatisfied.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or I won't be able to sleep tonight." Christina urged.

Patrick had to listen to her and drive the car down the path.

Brianna sat in the back. Her eyes widened slightly as she heard the conversation between them and saw the change of expression on Patrick's face. She seemed to be a little surprised and amazed.

When Christina got home, she rushed into the bathroom to take a five-minute shower. After coming out in a bathrobe, she sat directly in the lady's chair behind the bed to go through the documents...

She kept reading until early in the morning.

"Christina, go to sleep."

The first time, after Patrick went back to the bedroom from the study, he saw that the lights were still on. Christina was reading the details of the project carefully.

"Christina, go to sleep."

The second time, when Patrick got out of the shower, Christina was still focusing on reading the documents.

"Christina... It's one o'clock in the morning. Go to bed!"

The third time, Patrick lost his patience. He grabbed the documents by her side, picked them up, threw them into the cloakroom, and pulled the door. He just didn't want to see them anymore.

"Why did you throw my documents away?"

Christina got up to protest, but she was dragged back to the bed. The fluffy quilt covered her body and she was threatened by Patrick with a low voice, "I'll call someone to burn them if you make a move."

Patrick did not give Christina any chance to refute him. He turned off the bedside lights.

Christina moved in the quilt a few times and felt depressed, "You all have such a bad temper." The Ancient Coin was impatient as well.

Patrick, on the bed, was seriously considering how to make her resign willingly.