Chapter 291 Catching Patricia
The middle-aged guy Patricia had snagged gave her a once-over, a smirk playing on his lips. "A hundred grand for one night? Even if you were the top escort in the VIP room, you wouldn't be worth that much!"
Patricia clenched her teeth. "Eighty grand!"
He laughed. "You talk big. Never done it before, huh? If it's your first time and with your appearance, I'll give you ten grand. If that's not enough, forget it!"
Patricia scoffed. "Only ten grand?"
"If you think it's too little, don't come out here," he said coldly, shaking off her hand and getting ready to leave.
Guys who came to places like this looking for girls weren't usually powerful or influential. They were just hiding some cash from their wives.
In the circles of the rich and powerful, they wouldn't just grab a random girl for sex, as they had self-control and feared contracting STD.
Those rich folks would rather keep actresses and models. At the very least, they'd have a pure college girl by their side, not a prostitute.
When she hesitated, Matthew's warning echoed in her mind, "Patricia, you can't return to this circle. Returning means death."
She also recalled Magnus's murderous gaze and trembled violently.
She didn't dare to think about what would happen if Magnus's people caught her.
Patricia grabbed the middle-aged man again.
Her eyes were bloodshot like she had nothing left to lose. "I agree! But no more than three times!"
The middle-aged man looked at her with disdain. "A prostitute with so many rules. Have you ever had sex with anyone? If you have, at most, I'll give you five grand. Even five grand is generous! Ask your peers how much they charge for a night."
During her time at Elysium, she had dated a few guys and gained some experience, but for that ten grand, she had to fib. "Yes! It's my first time!"
The middle-aged man, with his vulgar tastes, showed a bit of interest upon hearing it was her first time, feeling he was getting a good deal. He grabbed her arm and led her to the underground parking lot.
The man didn't even book a hotel room. He had sex with Patricia right in the car.
Throughout the process, Patricia felt nauseous.
But she endured the discomfort until it was over.
Hatred filled her chest bit by bit!
If it weren't for Sinclair and Juniper, she wouldn't have fallen to this point.
After it was over, Patricia hurriedly put on her clothes. "Give me the money!"
But after having sex, the middle-aged man, sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly felt that the ten grand wasn't worth it.
He impatiently frowned and said, "I only have five grand!"
Patricia immediately got angry, her voice rising sharply, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you had said five grand, I wouldn't have gone for it! You're out here scouting for girls and still find it pricey! Have you got any dignity?"
He pointed at Patricia's nose and cursed, "I asked if it was your first time having sex, and you said yes. That's why I was willing to give you ten grand! Is it your first time? Lying bitch! Five grand! Take it or leave it! If you don't want it, get out of the car!"
Patricia was stunned.
Broke guys who came out looking for girls were usually sneaky and full of tricks. Patricia couldn't outsmart such a shameless jerk.
She took the five grand, her eyes blazing with anger.
She raised her hand and scratched the guy's face with her sharp nails, leaving bloody marks. "If you're broke, don't come out looking for girls! Doing this makes you even more pathetic!"
The guy was furious. With those marks on his face, his wife would definitely question him when he got home. He just wanted to sleep around but was too scared of his wife finding out.
He raised his hand and slapped Patricia hard across the face. "Bitch! How dare you scratch my face! You need to be taught a lesson!"
The slap was heavy, making Patricia's head buzz, causing tinnitus, and blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.
In a daze, the guy opened the car door, dragged her out, and threw her to the ground.
He got back in the car, rolled down the window, and spat on her. "Bitch!"
After cursing, he drove away in his cheap black car, leaving a cloud of dust.
Patricia fell into the dirt.
She clenched her hands, grabbing the ground, her nails almost digging out blood.
Tears fell one by one onto the ground.
In the past, she frequented high-end malls, casually buying things, with a single bag costing tens of thousands of dollars.
But now, for ten grand, she let a tasteless middle-aged man trample on her!
She didn't know how she ended up like this. She used to be Michael's little princess.
If it weren't for Sinclair, she wouldn't have been driven out of Imperial Capital by Michael.
If it weren't for Juniper, she wouldn't have been despised by Magnus.
In the past, Michael and Magnus both adored her. How did it come to this?
She grabbed her phone, staggered to her feet, and walked outside.
It started to drizzle, and the cold December rain was bone-chilling.
She was only wearing the club's clothes.
She stood in the rain, shivering.
Cars sped by, their wheels splashing dirty water on her.
She wiped the tears and rain from her face and quickly walked to the public rental house she was temporarily staying in.
It was in a slum near the city center.
The ground was uneven, and stepping on those bricks, if unlucky, would splash water all over her legs.
Patricia, filled with hatred, stomped on the ground several times. "Even the broken bricks that get stepped on every day are against me!"
Just as she was approaching her door, she caught sight of several men in black suits standing at the entrance to her building, the leader smoking and scanning the area.
It was none other than Magnus's assistant, Paul!
Patricia hid around the corner, almost screaming in fear, covering her mouth tightly.
It was over, Paul himself came!
It seemed this time, Magnus wouldn't let her go!
Patricia's eyes widened in terror, swallowing hard, taking several deep breaths, and then she ran!
The bodyguards in the alley heard the commotion.
Paul flicked his cigarette butt into the puddle and ordered, "Go after her!"
Patricia didn't get far before a bodyguard grabbed her shoulder forcefully!
She was roughly restrained!
She shouted, "What do you want? Paul, if you dare do anything to me, Michael won't let you off!"
Paul sneered. "I wouldn't dare do anything to you. How to deal with you is up to Mr. Blackwood. You should be grateful it's me catching you. If Mr. Blackwood came himself, by now, you probably..."
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