Chapter 582 Fate Ends Here
Olivia had been guarding not far from Room 088.
Before long, Lysander and the few old shareholders were dragged out by a group of bodyguards and controlled in the adjacent room.
Olivia widened her eyes, knowing things were probably not good! She quickly stood up and searched among the chaotic crowd to see if there was any sign of Winnie.
Did the situation get exposed?
Lysander's gaze, darting past the fierce bodyguards, briefly swept over, and Olivia was certain he was signaling to her. However, before she could decipher the meaning of that look, Lysander was apprehended!
Olivia stared at the closed door of Room 088, her gaze fixed on the closed door.
Winnie hadn't come out! This suggested that she might be under Patrick's control.
Olivia's mind went blank, not daring to directly knock on the door, fearing it would expose her presence.
She concealed herself carefully, limited to pacing anxiously outside. Through the crack in the door of the adjacent room, she observed the unfolding events inside.
Several elderly shareholders and Lysander were forcefully subdued by the bodyguards and lined up, kicked down one by one. Patrick's bodyguards were armed, conducting thorough searches of the shareholders and Lysander.
Mouths were gagged, and any resistance was met with violence. Despite the unfolding bloody scene in the quiet room, not a sound could be heard.
Olivia covered her mouth, stepping back.
Patrick had completely discovered Winnie's plan. The bodyguards were searching the shareholders for any trace of Patrick's hair!
In this situation, Winnie was locked in Room 088 by Patrick, aiming to bring Patrick down.
Would Patrick strike first and kill Winnie?
Olivia was in chaos, cold sweat trickling down her forehead. She had to save Winnie.
Who could she turn to for help?
The first person that came to Olivia's mind was Lawrence R., who was inside the Whispering Meadows Hotel! But she quickly dismissed the idea, she doubted Winnie would agree.
Then it hit her: Rock! Yes, Rock was Winnie's fiancé. With determination, she rushed into a corner and immediately dialed Rock's number.
Meanwhile inside Room 088, Patrick used his cane to knock Winnie to the ground!
His bodyguards immediately took out a rope and tied Winnie's hands behind her back to the edge of the table.
Winnie's mouth oozed blood as she spoke fiercely, "Patrick if you dare to harm me, the law won't spare you. My father will wake up soon, and when he does and finds out what you've done, do you think you'll have a way out?"
Patrick looked at her fair face and sneered, "Winnie, you even thought of taking my hair. I thought you were smart."
His cane rested before Winnie, as he slowly squatted down, his gaze chilling. "Your thoughts remain naive and impulsive. What do you possess now? Your elder brother lies still unconscious, and who are you? The Blanchet family, the third largest domestically, possesses ample means to sidestep the law.
"The case of your big brother being shot, didn't I handle it well? Has your Grandfather Kathy found out anything? No. If you disappear today, I won't have any more trouble. As for whether your big brother can wake up, I believe without you as a thorn in my side, he will soon follow you."
Winnie gritted her teeth in hatred as she confronted Patrick. "Patrick, you finally admit that you orchestrated my father's shooting!" If looks could kill, Patrick would have been torn to pieces by now.
She continued, her voice trembling with emotion, "He was your own big brother, yet you had an affair with his wife, Eleanor, for over twenty years, resulting in Ishara, this illegitimate daughter. You've wronged my father enough, and now you want to take over his company, reputation, and wealth! My father has been nothing but kind to you, and you, this heartless person, will face retribution sooner or later!"
Patrick's face darkened as he gripped Winnie's chin, chuckling. "He doesn't love Eleanor. If he can't control his own wife, how can he blame me for being involved with Eleanor? As a man, he lacks the ability! The only thing he's good at is fathering a sharp-eyed daughter like you.
"The look you gave me in the hospital, I knew you had discovered my affair with Eleanor, but I didn't expect you to suspect my relationship with Ishara so quickly. Since you're digging your own grave, don't blame me for not showing mercy. Those who don't look out for themselves will be condemned. You want my hair, then Ishara's hair, for a paternity test to expose us in the Blanchet family and the company? That day will never come."
After speaking softly, Patrick wiped his fingers with a handkerchief. His fingers were unusually fair, giving off a sinister and twisted appearance.
He stood up, glaring coldly at Winnie, his eyes filled with disgust and arrogance. "Drag her into the bathroom, pour a few pounds of white liquor down her throat, then drown her in the toilet. Tomorrow's news will report it as an accidental alcohol poisoning."
"Yes, Mr. L!" The bodyguard grabbed Winnie by the hair and dragged her across the floor.
Winnie struggled violently to break free from the bodyguard's grip, her voice trembling with defiance, "My friend is outside, and she knows about your plans today. If anything happens to me, she will immediately contact the police and the media!
"Patrick, you can still stop now. After all, we are related as uncle and niece. I can pretend that nothing has happened. I don't want your hair anymore! As long as you don't harm my father, I promise not to cause trouble!"
Winnie struggled fiercely, realizing that Patrick had planned everything carefully before making his move. To buy time, she had to pretend to give in and concede defeat.
But Patrick wasn't buying it. He squinted, seemingly pondering the truth behind her words. Then he received a call, immediately putting it on speakerphone with a smirk on his lips.
The bodyguard reported to him, "Bryan, after a thorough search, we found no trace of your hair on the people we caught. Not a single strand."
Winnie's heart sank. None? That couldn't be right!
She had set up two or three traps, and the shareholders pulling Patrick away was just a distraction. The real person who took his hair was actually Lysander's bodyguard!
Patrick showed a triumphant smile to Winnie and said, "You don't want my hair? Do you think I would believe that? I saw through all your tricks, Winnie. But you'll be disappointed. You incited so many people to come in, and none of them got a single strand of my hair. You were so confident in dealing with me, thinking someone among them had succeeded, right?"
Winnie was speechless, her eyes filled with intense hatred. With no plan left, she could only roar, "If you kill me, do you think Lawrence R. will let you off? You may not fear the police, but aren't you afraid of the Rodriguez family? Ishara told you, right? I bore two sons for Lawrence R. He's socializing in this building right now. Half an hour ago, I met with him!"
In her heart, she despised herself as well. But seeing the slight change in Patrick's expression, she had to admit that at the moment of death, bringing up Lawrence R.'s name was the most useful tactic.
The Blanchet family was only the third largest domestically, far inferior to the Rodriguez family. Patrick, newly in power, couldn't afford to underestimate Lawrence R.'s influence.
However, after a momentary hesitation, Patrick's face turned cold. "Winnie, have you forgotten how you publicly ridiculed Lawrence R. in front of the media? Oh, and Ishara also told me that Lawrence R. now wishes you dead. You hit one of his children, didn't you? Do you think he cares about your life and death? Your time ends tonight. Go reunite with your father in the underworld!"
The bodyguard quickly handed him three bottles of high-proof liquor, smashing them near Winnie's legs, his eyes resembling those of the Grim Reaper.
Winnie was dragged into the bathroom, where white liquor was forced down her throat, causing her face to turn deathly pale and her heart to weaken.
Was she truly going to be forced to die here? She lowered her eyes, picturing Lawrence R.'s stern face.
Of course, he wouldn't come to her rescue! Just moments ago in the corridor, they had had a big argument. Her recent actions towards him had been beyond despicable.
Now, all she could do was hope that Olivia could inform Rock and find a solution.
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