Patricia Arquette Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Patricia answered, her voice shaky as she broke down in fresh tears again "...I have never felt this stupid and foolish in my entire life" Nanny Juliet rubbed her back gently "Talk clearly so I can understand what you are saying" "Through the recorder, I just found out that Morris is the one behind Arthur Reeves' crime. He fabricated everything and threw him in jail" Nanny Juliet's face remained indifferent, there was no sign of shock in her expression. Patricia paused and looked at her for a moment, her eyes grew wide in surprise "Wait, you already knew that?" "Yes, I did" "How? When? Why didn't you tell me anything about it?" Patricia asked, staring at the woman sitting in front of her.

“Patricia never left the ward. Where would she have found the time to pay off Dr. Parsons? North, you must be mistaken.” Reina sounded extremely resigned. “Oh, North, you shouldn’t be like this. Patricia is Gerald’s mom. You shouldn’t be questioning her like this.” With Reina backing her, Patricia became more confident. She said sarcastically, “A certain someone should learn from Reina!” “This is the record of Dr. Parsons’ bribe,” Gerald suddenly said coolly. He held a piece of paper in his hand as he looked at Patricia. “Ms. Patricia, are you sure that your name won’t be on it?”

Miss Patricia continued to scold and pressured George and Spencer to admit that it was them, no matter how many times I told her it wasn't any of them; it was as if she was trying so hard to identify the culprit among them in order to get revenge for what they had done to her years ago. "SHIT!" When we heard Archer's voice echoing in the locker room, he had all of our attention. At that moment, Miss Patricia walked toward him instinctively, her high heels perceptible, forcing me to glance at it, and when my eyes fell down on the floor, I was horrified to discover Archer's bag on the floor, open, but what attracted my attention was the dead rat just a few steps away from his bag. And the bloo

Luckily, Gonzalo's men were all busy chatting that they didn't notice her walking out. Patricia went straight to XFactor, where she used to work. Her old friends and Uncle John were all happy to see her. They drank and laughed the whole night. Patricia acted as if she's just visiting while her eyes are busy roaming around the strip club. She was looking for someone she knew could sell some drugs. When she saw her old dealer, she immediately approached him. Patricia was like a child granted the most precious gift she finally got what she wanted. She checked in on a hotel and went up and high.