Does Patrick Bateman Get Caught Novels & Stories

But if he doesn't, I'll reschedule my flight for tomorrow and I'll be gone for good. My phone flashed on and beeped. A new message, from an unknown number. It was a video, I played it and I heard my moans. Damn. This was me and Patrick recorded these videos. My phone slid out of my shaky hands as I slump to the ground, sitting and staring in space as my mind numbed. Warm tears dropped from my glassy eyes and lined my pale cheeks. Patrick betrayed me. He filmed everytime he fucked me without my knowledge.

Suddenly, there's a continuous knock on the door. " Don't open it," Patrick ordered his guys. I stood behind Ryder and next to Pearl. " Did you.." I left the question to hang in the air. But my best friend understood it. " I did," she nervously whispered back. Hearing her answer, I can tell that the person on the other side of the door would be teachers or Police. Or both. " This isn't true. I don't believe it. You are the one who betrayed me, not Emma. I know she loves prank but she never goes to this level." Patrick tried to convince himself and dropped the knife on the floor. But still one of his hand is in his pocket.

Her jaw dropped when she realised who it was under that bloodied face. Mr Patrick. He hadn’t abandoned them; he’d been caught. The suit he wore was ripped and bloody, his eyes swollen shut, and his hair dishevelled and falling over his face. “You two have been very naughty. This is how you hid your thoughts from me, and you thought I wouldn’t find out,” Hansson said. “I know everything.” She still couldn’t take her eyes off Mr Patrick’s face. The professor blinked a few times as he tried to open and focus his eyes. How had he even got caught? He’d said he could handle himself. He’d said everything would be okay.

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.”

Damon smiled. "There's no need for you to worry about that, Mr. Hulle." Patrick had come and left in a huff. As soon as he stepped out of Prospectus Technology, he immediately called Clark. "Clark, I won't let you get away with this scheme against me!" he roared. He hung up without waiting for a response. Clark was left bewildered. When he tried calling back, it showed that Patrick was already on another call. Richard, who had been watching, frowned. "What's going on?"

"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 was eager, allowing himself to be drawn into the web we had spun. As our lips met, Patrick remotely activated the hidden cameras. With a jolt, I realized that this was the turning point. Charlie's betrayal would be exposed, and Samantha would finally have the truth she deserved. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for the woman who had once been my dearest friend. As we moved closer to the camera's blind spot, I gently guided Charlie, ensuring he was captured by the

"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.