Chapter 363 Serendipity
"RMartindy..."
Patricia was about to leave the garden and rush toward Martin.
But the moment she stood up and had barely uttered his name, when someone grabbed her wrist. She was about toBefore she could shake them off when a soft, familiar voice whispered in her ear.
"DeborahLaura, I finally found you. You vanished suddenly, and we've been searching everywhere. Come on, Frank's your husband is frantic."
Patricia spun around abruptly.
There was Grace, lips curled up at the corner, half. Half of her figure was shrouded in darkness, and the scattered moonlight casting an eerie glow on her.
"DeborahLaura, what were you just looking at?"
Her voice was chilling, ghostlike.
Then, her gaze drifted toward where Martin stood.
Patricia, inIn a panic to not give herself away and terrified Grace might notice she'd been watching Martin, Patricia suddenly pushed her to the ground, her voice trembling with emotion,. "Get away from me! Don't touch me, you monster..."!"
She had been so close to havingHaving lost this chance encounterto meet with Martin.
But because of Grace had to go and interrupt it.
, Patricia unleashed all her emotions and rage into the force of her push.
No with no restraint whatsoever.
Caught off guard, Grace stumbled backward as Patricia shoved her. Her stiletto heels caught in the gravel of the garden path, sending her crashing to the ground.
L, landing on her palms out of pure instinct.
There was a sickening "crack."
The sound of bone breaking echoed sharply through the air.
Then, hissing in pain, Grace sucked in a sharp breath. An intense, burning sensation surged from the palm of her hand.
Regrettably, it seemed like the other person hadn't even realized her mistake and was still ranting like a madwoman.
"You're all evil, every last one of you! I'm leaving,. I'm going to the police... to tell them how vile you all are..."
With those words, sheShe made a run for it, hoping to catch up with Martin and find a more suitable place for a rendezvous.
Grace tried to pursue but got up too quickly. Her heels were too thin, and just as she struggled to her feet, she twisted her ankle and fell again.
Her carefully chosen crescent white evening gown was now covered in mud at the seat. The hem was torn from her calf up to her thigh, exposing fair, bruised skin. Her hair had come loose, too. She looked a complete mess.
Her hair had come loose too.
She looked a complete mess.
"Damn it..."
Fury flashed in Grace's eyes, fierce enough to kill.
Just then, a black shadow darted out of nowhere, landing on her thigh. Silence hung for a second. Two creatures, one human and one small animal, stared at each other—a standoff.
Silence hung for a second.
Two creatures, one human, one small animal, stared at each other - a standoff.
Grace's mind exploded.
"Ah... a rat!"
Her scream was shrill as terror took over. She scrambled frantically, tossing aside any semblance of grace in desperation to escape.
The rat, panicked by her screaming, darted madly about. After a few moments of chaos, it clambered up the ripped fabric of her dress, scaling her smooth thigh.
"Ah... Ah... AHHH...!"
Goosebumps covered Grace's body as she kicked off her heels and tried, frantically trying to shakedislodge the creature out offrom her clothes, screaming while her screams grew louder with each attempt.
But instead Instead of catching itfalling out, the rodent emerged from the plunging V-neckline of her dress.
So, so close she could smell the stench of sewage onclinging to it.
"Ah..."
Overwhelmed by fear, Grace's eyes rolled back, and she fainted dead away on the spot.
NowBy now, Martin was long gonehad left; Patricia's delay had ensured his escape from cost her the chance to catch him in the garden.
Positioned atStanding by the elevator doors, she watched the numbers light up, their ascentascend, beckoning her. Without a second thoughthesitation, she gathered her dress in her hands and bolteddashed up the stairwell in pursuit.
Having bypassed, hoping to outpace the elevator, a. A corridor and a corner stoodturn were all that lay between her and the banquet hall entrance. If she was swiftmoved quickly enough up the stairs, nested, she might catch Martin at the turn, she could intercept Martinstairwell's end.
And just as Gasping for air, she expected.
Out of breath, she rounded reached the top step just in time to see as Martin stepping out of and Carter exited the elevator with Carter. They advanced in her direction , walking towards her with confident strides.
Whether it wasfrom the dashsprint upstairs or the jittersnerves of seeing Martin again, her heart hammered against her ribcage so fiercely it felt as though it might leap right out of her throat.
raced uncontrollably. She inhaled deeplytook a deep breath, trying to will her racing heart to calm her pounding heart.
As Martin's familiar facefigure drew closer, so nearnearer, she could almost catch the crisp mintfaint scent of mint that clungalways seemed to surround him.
Her palms were, slick with sweat, pressed against her gown.
She casuallydiscreetly wiped her hands on her gown, and right, as Martin came within a meter of her, she readiedapproached, braced herself to step forward, a welcome greeting at the ready.
. "Martin..."—"
She barely got his name out when suddenlySuddenly, hands reached from behind, clampinged over her mouth and whisking, pulling her away with force.
At the same time she was being pulled back into the stairway, Martin stopped in his tracks, instinctively glancing behind.
Carter halted too, confusion lacingMartin paused, a sense of something amiss making him look back.
Carter stopped as well, his voice, tinged with confusion. "Boss, what's upwhat is it?"
Without answering, Martin spun around and dashed back the way they came, urgency in his steps.
Carter was quick on his heels. "Boss, what's going on? What happened?"
"Boss, what's going on? What happened?"
"Patricia," Martin panted, "It's Patricia,. I heard her call for memy name..."
ReachingThey reached the hallway's end of the hallway and seeing, finding no signtrace of Patricia,. Martin wheeled around once more, headingturned back towards the stairwell.
Carter followed closely, his brow furrowed in concernheart sinking.
Carter, puzzled, kept pace. "Boss, are you sure you heard right?? I didn't hear Patricia call your nameanything."
Ignoring Carter, Martin, as if deaf to Carter's words, reached burst through the stairwell and threw open the safety door, only to find it eerily deserted. The echo of his own footsteps was the only sound in the empty - the person he longed for day and night was nowhere in sightspace.
A light died in his eyes.
It was as ifshadow of despair crossed his soul had been drained from him.
face. Leaning against the door, his gaze was tinged with despair.
"Couldhe murmured, "Was it have been an illusionjust my imagination?"
Carter, patting his shoulder in consolation, said, "I know how much you miss Patricia, but right now, the quickest way we can save her is to nailsecure the Koch Group project and establish our foothold in the StatesCountry M."
Martin glanced back at him, his expression icing over by the second.
He squeezed through clenched teeth, "You're right. To save Patricia, we have to lay down roots in the Stateshere."
The words squeezed through clenched teeth, With renewed determination, Martin quickly mastered his emotions and strodeheaded towards the banquet hall.
Elsewhere.
AfterMeanwhile, Patricia was found herself dragged up to the fourth floor, she was violently and slammed against thea wall,. Hunter's temples twitching.frustration evident. His usually charming, almost otherworldly handsome features twisted in angst demeanor was marred by visible distress.
"Patricia, you lied to me..."."
A jolt of alarm shotAlarm surged through Patricia, keenly aware that as she realized Hunter was catching on to her. A misstep now. Any slip-up could unravel all her efforts to datejeopardize everything she had worked for.
Her mind raced.
She seizedIn a desperate move, she grasped Hunter's hand, biting and bit down hard.
She exertedfiercely, channeling all her strength in thatinto the bite as if she intended to tear off a piece of his flesh.
The, the metallic taste of iron floodedblood filling her mouth.
"YouYou're a monster,! yYou killed my child. I will avenge my baby..."babies! I'll make you pay for what you've done!"
Pain sparked Hunter into raising, driven by pain, raised his hand to strike herretaliate, but upon seeing her hate-filledpaused mid-air, struck by the intensity of hatred in Patricia's eyes, he froze, his. His raised hand hoveringremained suspended, unable to strike, as she continued biting.
His body went as cold as if dunked in ice.
the realization hit him—Patricia truly hated him.
Wished, wishing him dead—.
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