Does Patrick Bateman Get Caught Novels & Stories

Wasn’t that the doctor who had previously diagnosed Summer with depression? “We found that he accepted a large number of bribes, including one from Miss Bailey.” Patrick fell silent. A large number of bribes. Summer had bribed the doctor too? At this point, even without the director saying anything more directly, Patrick understood exactly what it meant. He hung up and turned to look at Evan in the back seat. Evan had already heard everything through the speaker. At that moment, his brows were tightly knitted together. Patrick said, “Sir, Ms. Bailey doesn’t have depression.”

"If you keep saying things like that, I'm back to storming the manor." "Some of the accusations against him are more conjecture than substance, but not all...Take that current thing with that girl from Northwestern. I can't believe he's going to beat that rap. No matter what that ass does, he always walks away smelling like a rose." Patrick looked down at the small cell phone still in his hand. "I've tried several times to call her. All I get is voicemail." "She called my assistant and mentioned that she dropped her phone, but I don't believe her." I took a drink of my beer as Patrick tucked the small phone and charger in his pocket. "Tell me about the manor."

"He is still at the police station, but with your mother's and a few other people's statements, we have concrete evidence against him; the police are going to conduct a thorough investigation into the case", Patrick informed Alex, and he nodded. "So my mother turned herself in?" Alex asked, and Patrick nodded. Michelle had been more cooperative than he imagined. She told the police every single detail of what happened that day and didn't leave anything out. "Why didn't you tell me you were investigating my mother?" Alex asked, and Patrick swallowed... he started to fiddle with his fingers nervously as he stared at Alex, who seemed calm even though his life was falling apart. The board had ca

Such a pity, I refused to channel this energy to Angela the Villain. “Then I think you need to see the Doctor because you're obviously losing your mind.” he turned down my request for the second time. “A while ago, you were mad at us for not slowing down the arrest of Angela. Now you want this case swept under the carpet? Explain to me like I'm a ten-year-old,” Patrick ranted and ended the call. I called a few times, and he failed to respond. I wasn't shocked at his reluctance to drop the case. I knew he was going to be a hard nut to crack. I may need more than just talking to convince him.

"You just don't want to support Della anymore, so now she's suddenly my 'bastard kid'? Seriously? That's messed up." His voice cracked as he got louder. "She's just a kid! You want her growing up with THAT kind of shame on her back?" I didn't bother replying. Just pulled out my phone, hit speaker, and called my PI. "I need a full check on Patrick Sheeter. See if he's been cheating. And six years ago... was the baby swap really a mistake—or was it planned?" Patrick lunged for my phone, but too late—the call was already over.

“I thought we had and understanding even if it wasn’t love. But his brazen display with Isabel earlier had me stung. I couldn’t bear to watch, so I escaped. “He had the audacity to negotiate with me while cradling a naked woman in his arms. The sheer audacity of it - what a despicable louse!” "As I sat there, my thoughts slipped into the realm of my earlier dream. A shadowy figure emerged, knife in hand, sending shivers down my spine. A young child's frightened face flashed before me. The house... that house... seemed to hold a dark mystery. What was it that felt so ominously present?" "I need to uncover more about this," I thought, grabbing my phone to call Tracy. "She's bound to know somet

"Who?" "Patrick Chen. Sarah's cousin. Apparently, he blames you for what happened to Sarah and the Wellington family." Serena's eyes widened. "Patrick? But I barely know him." "Doesn't matter," I said. "He's been arrested. The police have him in custody. He confessed everything." Tears of relief filled Serena's eyes. "It's over?" she asked. "Yes, it's over," I confirmed. She stood up and threw her arms around me. "Thank God," she whispered. "Thank God it's over."

But his next words halted her in her tracks. “I should have known you weren’t good enough for this job. Convenient, yes, but those scheming genes of your mother’s had to show up sometime… Now I know that the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree. You… tramp!” She swayed as all the blood drained from her head. It was like receiving a blow in the teeth. “ENOUGH, OLD MAN!” Damien’s voice echoed off the painted paneling. “Bateman asked to meet with us at the mill. And we went. If you want a report, I’ll have it to you by this afternoon.”

I said annoyed. “The bathroom has a small camera that has an overview of this area,” said Thaddeus. “Remember the thieves coming in to change? That's how we caught them. The camera only focuses on the sink and mirror area; you don't see inside the cubicles.” Gabrielle sighed. “I want those videos right now,” my Beta said with a murderous expression on her face. “Get those women; I'm sure they did this to Selene,” I said as Selene was carried to the ambulance.

Chelsea dodged in time, although she wasn't hit, her phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the nearby sofa. Patrick was obviously blinded by rage. He learned from Everett that their own production line was reported by Russell, all because of his ex-wife. After the production line was halted, his loss was more than half of what he used to earn. He had almost been beaten up because he couldn't repay the money he lost in the gambling city before. New grudges added to old hatred, Patrick wished to chop her into pieces! Chelsea broke out in a cold sweat on her back. The living room was so small that she had nowhere to hide.