Chapter 8 Charlotte Arch, Are You Fooling Me?

Fortunately, Lisa caught the cell phone for me.

Staring at the string of number "9" on the screen, she guessed it right at once, "Patrick Cowell?"

I nodded silently.

The ringtone continued playing.

Seeing that I didn't intend to pick the call up, Lisa said directly, "I'll pick it up for you." After that, she went to press the answer button.

Seeing her move, I was so scared that I immediately grabbed the phone from her and put it beside my ear as I said in a trembling voice, "Hello."

"Where are you?"

The man's impatient voice soon came from over the phone.

With a quiver in my heart, I looked at Lisa and said, "I am in my... friend's place."

"Come home in an hour."

After saying that, Patrick hung up the phone without giving me any chance to refute.

His words were like an imperial edict. Although Lisa kept telling me I shouldn't do as he said, I dared not do so. In the end, she helped me put on very seductive makeup as she instructed me on some things.

After the call, I knocked on the door of Patrick's villa with one minute to go before the deadline.

He opened the door and looked at his watch, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"What?" I looked at him with my big eyes deliberately.

He looked at me. And the amazement in his expression couldn't be more obvious. But soon, he turned around, pointed to a file bag on the tea table, and said, "Sign this."

"What's this?" I said as I walked over and poured out the document inside.

A credit card also fell out.

There was an agreement inside. To be precise, it was an agreement for keeping me.

My heart tightened.

Before I could finish reading the agreement, Patrick explained first, "Being my mistress for a year. And you will get 50 thousand dollars a month as well as a non-cashable credit card with a limit of 50 thousand dollars..."

"I won't do it." Before he could finish his words, I directly interrupted him and put the agreement back on the tea table. Seeing that Patrick's face was not good, I tried to be as kind as possible as I said, "I'm sorry. I drank too much that day and said nonsense."

I did have drunk too much that day. When I was sobered, I found it hard to accept such a thing.

After all, I grew up in the orphanage for nineteen years and got help from many kind-hearted people. In the end, I became a mistress of a rich man...

"It's OK if you don't sign it. I'll get the marriage certificate with Caroline tomorrow and we will hold a better wedding ceremony."

Patrick walked to my side and sat on the sofa while crossed-legs unhurriedly.

As the saying goes, hit where it hurts.

What he said hit exactly at my Achilles' heel.

In that case, the Archer Family could sort of getting what they wanted. And based on Patrick's character, at that time, he must have a way to let me give up the 4% shares of mine...

If I played against him, I probably would end up quite miserably.

Standing where I was, I had a lot of things on my mind. Anyway, I knew that if I wanted to put the Archer Family in a difficult position, I could only play up to Patrick.

"Have you thought it over?"

Hearing Patrick's urging, I squatted down without saying anything, picked up the pen on the side, and flipped directly to the last page of the agreement.

As I was about to sign my name, I found that there was a clause, whose general content was that I shouldn't be too intimate with other men and I can't intervene in his relationship with other women at the same time.

I instantly realized that this was a trap Patrick had set for me, which was to make me always end up in a humble way.

I didn't say a word. Originally, I wanted to sign Caroline's name. But as soon as I just wrote down two words, the pen was suddenly taken away before I could finish the signature.

Then, Patrick's cold warning came from the top of my head, "Charlotte Archer, do you want to fool me?"