Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 293 

Jack was in a good mood tonight.He had done a favor for Mr.Biden, the company's client, so the project he was in charge of should be going well.He walked over with a smile.

"Christina, congratulations on your smooth entry into the entertainment industry.Mr.Biden saw your advertisement and felt that your temperament was very suitable for the teleplay he invested in, with a theme of survival in troubled times of the 1910s ...You should thank Mr.Biden"

Christina stood up straight with a complex expression.

She did not respond to his words, Mr.Biden and Renee also seemed to have strange expressions, as if they did not listen to him.

Jack was in doubt when a strange low voice came from the left, "How to thank Mr.Biden?"

Jack didn't care.

He smiled and said, "Of course, Christina has to work hard for Mr.Biden..."

As he spoke, he turned around and had a casual glance at the man with a strong presence in his left hand.

Jack's face froze.He was so frightened that his lips were twitched. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"..Mir.President"

It was Patrick.

Why was Patrick here? Jack looked at the man in front of him.

He was too nervous to even breathe heavily.

As an employee of the IP&G Group for eight years, he knew very well that the structure of the IP&G Group business was huge and complicated.

The president of the Asia Pacific region, the president of the North American region, the president of the real estate or technology field, all were leaders of the IP&G Group.

But there was only one Mr.President in the headquarters...

Jack had attended the annual meeting of the company and had seen the Mr.President once from afar, with whom he was deeply impressed.

Patrick's presence was unforgettable.

He enjoyed the inherent noble and cold temperament, and also a sense of cruelty.

Jack felt his heart beating much faster.

He stammered uncontrollably, "Mr.Hopkins, hello...Nice to meet you."

Mr.Hopkins was still silent, and Renee and the others awkwardly smiled and tried to speak.

However, Patrick suddenly stretched out his long arm and naturally hugged the woman's shoulder beside him.

The moment Patrick's hand touched her skin, Christina trembled.

The people in front of them were shocked and did not know how to react.

Although Patrick did not look at her, Christina tensed up.

Her whole body was alert as if she was waiting for him to lash out at her at any time.

She thought that he would probably be angry again when he saw her' hooking up’ with a man here.

Patrick was completely unreasonable.

He always did whatever he wanted and scolded Christina as soon as he spoke.

In such a strange atmosphere, everyone suddenly became cautious.

However, to Christina's surprise, Patrick was not angry.

At least in front of these subordinates and partners, Patrick remained calm.

Patrick turned his head to Christina and said calmly, "Follow me"

Mr.Biden and the others watched them leave in a daze, not daring to say a word.

Christina didn't want to have an argument with him in public, so she reluctantly followed his steps.

Patrick's expression looked as usual, but his hand grasping on Christina's shoulder tightened, and Christina felt a little painful.

Christina walked stiffly beside him.

She did not need to look back but knew that behind them must be countless gossipy and surprised eyes.

Because wherever Patrick was, he would definitely be the focus of attention.

Standing beside him, Christina could not feel the vanity as other women called.She only felt uncomfortable.She hated being watched as a clown on the stage.

The last time she came out of 502, she was embarrassed to face a group of residents...

"Where are you going? Let me go."

She lowered her voice in indignation.

"I have freedom in life.I can go wherever I want.There is nothing wrong that I make friends in this club.Let me go.I like to stay here."

Her shaking shoulders tried to struggle, but the strength of Patrick's grasp on her would only make their bodies closer.

It was like that Christina had taken the initiative to lean close to Patrick's chest.Christina was very angry.

"Damn it!"

All the gossip must be about her again.

"Patrick, what the hell do you want to do?"

She gritted her teeth with a suppressed voice and she almost outburst.

Patrick still ignored her.

Christina pinched her lips and decided not to talk to him anymore.

She had never been holily kind to the wicked, but thinking of this man's indifference and what Patrick did to her, Christina had already emptied her mind and even paralyzed herself.

She had been making excuses for him that he didn't remember her.

"Don't force me to hate you."

Asa husband, Patrick was really awful.

Christina was in depression.She lowered her head and stared blankly at the clean floor.

However, she seemed to have forgotten that she had not been so close to Patrick for a long time.

After a while, there was a voice in her ear.

"Mr.Hopkins, it's ready:"

When a special noise-canceling headset was put on her head, Christina raised her head vigilantly and looked at the familiar and deep eyes in front of her.

Then a cold and heavy gun was placed on her fair and slender hands.

Christina looked at the real weapon in her hands and her expression was dull.

"Miss Dickens, you can try this gun to aim at the target ahead now.This type of recoil is suitable for women.I'll check your performance first, and then I'll teach you the details..."

A head coach of the shooting range spoke to her in his awkward foreign accent.

"I, I don't want to learn it"

Christina said confusedly.

No matter how bold she was, she was just an ordinary person.

In the past, no matter how grandpa spoiled her, he would not let her play with such a dangerous weapon.

Now, her fingers were chilled, and she subconsciously wanted to return the weapon, The retired American head coach was a little confused, with a strange glance at her.

Before the coach could ask, there was a cold and commanding voice coming beside her.

"You're not allowed to leave tonight if you can't learn it"

Patrick's words were hard to resist.

"Patrick, are you making fun of me?"

Christina was a little anxious and wanted to throw the gun away, but what if it discharged accidentally? Patrick didn't look at her.

He looked straight at the shooting coach.

"Start training!"

In the distance, Renee and Jack looked at the shooting range in disbelief.

The woman held the gun and fired at the target in front of her.

When the bullets were used up, she put the gun on the table and wanted to leave, but the club's most famous shooting coach refused to let her go.

He reluctantly loaded her gun with bullets and handed it back to her.

Mr.Hopkins stood on the side, looking at them calmly in silence.

The atmosphere was really weird.

"They, they.."

What was going on? Not only Renee but also the people in the party who were gathered to drink and joke looked at the shooting range.

"Isn't it Mr.Hopkins?"

"Mr.Hopkins is here too."

The voice was a little excited.

"Mr.Hopkins likes boxing very much.He's at the shooting range...for what?"

The people in the small party were regular cooperative partners.

After looking at each other in confusion, they all looked at Barbara at the same time.

At this moment, these regular partners looked at Barbara with questioning eyes.

She could only pretend to smile and say nothing.She arrived at the party very early, and she knew that Christina had been stopped outside the door and driven away.But she didn't expect Patrick to come.

"Isn't Miss Parker very familiar with Mr.Hopkins?"

Anold friend stepped on the clean marble floor in high heels.Her charming posture was arrogant.She came over with a soft voice.

It was not difficult to tell that her words were a little ironic.

This voice was a little strange to Barbara, but the face was familiar when Barbara looked up.

Cecilia walked over and sat directly opposite her, smiling.

"Miss Parker, Mr.Hopkins is teaching his wife how to shoot.Why don't you remind them..."