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And I want to know why my father believes he has the right to tell my tale without asking. "Okay. Then that is what we will do. "We?" "Grace, if your father is correct about Santos, then we were both duped by someone we trusted. If he's incorrect, he's spreading misinformation about a federal agent who saved our lives. Either way, this affects both of us. That evening, they drove to the major bookstore downtown, where Patricia had stated that advance copies were available for media inspection. The book was titled "Justice Delayed: A Prosecutor's Memoir," and Richard Patterson's portrait on the back cover depicted a man Grace scarcely recognized……... .older, grayer, and wearing the kind of sa

he defended himself. David frowned. 'Is he telling the truth? Patrick cannot be trusted. He is a chameleon who can change colors based on his necessity. He must be lying' he thought. "You have a death wish Patrick" he sneered and threw Patrick away with all his might. The Crescent moon pack Alpha flew and fell down a few feet away with a loud crashing noise. "Ahh" Patrick cried with pain. Ignoring his pain, David approached him and began to kick him mercilessly. "Please, spare me. I don't know where they are" Patrick begged. But David did not stop his assault.

Therefore, he called Paul and told him to come out right away. David hurried downstairs and drove to Fuller Golden Sands. He met up with Paul on the way. Together they hurried over. Soon they arrived at Fuller Golden Sands, where a waiter led them to private room number 47. David pushed the door open and saw a bald man with blood on his head groping a woman. Patrick was pinned to the ground by several men in black, one of whom had pulled his head up by grabbing his hair. Patrick's eyes glared at the bald man with red eyes.

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After a moment of silence, I asked, "Are you confident about it?" Patrick looked at me without any light in his black eyes, nodding, "Yes, I'm sure." I knew that he was trying to be brave. In fact, he wasn't confident. I used to think that Patrick was omnipotent and that nothing could overwhelm him. Patrick possessed a lot of glorious titles. He was an investment genius, a crazy businessman, and a leading boss-to-be in City Y. However, at this moment, he had nothing to do with all these glorious titles at all.

a beep rang from inside it was non-other than chancellor Jeff Gordon. " what do you what? " with a serious face Jeff asked Patrick. Patrick stood there and said "I want to donate 100 million to the university" hearing this Jeff looked at Patrick with shocked eyes and seeing the appearance he shook his head asking" what's your name?" "I am Patrick smith from business management class " Patrick answered. Jeff said " ok now stop joking and return to your class Patrick " Patrick know he will not believe so he transferred them to Jeff's account using his name Patrick got Jeff's account no from his networks.

Author's POV Tapping his foot impatiently on the rough ground. Patrick stretched his neck to catch a glimpse of David. But, he couldn't see him or anything that looks like him walking down the street. He had been standing for close to ten minutes, since Patrick called to inform him of his arrival.

Chapter 23: The Truth about Him Faith’s P.O.V “Here you go,” David pointed out to the isle that had all the books related to disaster management. “Try the books written by Heather Shaw and Kane Westwick, so far they are the most helpful ones you’ll find on the subject.” “Thank you so much, David,” I told him gratefully. “I’d be totally lost if you didn’t help me out here. This place is massive!”

I just hoped he’d have some sense and know when to stop. I didn’t reply. Just as I was about to block him, his call came through. I hung up, but it rang again. With no other choice, I answered. Finn’s voice was thick with anger. “Ruth, you have three minutes. Come out and explain yourself.” I replied casually, “Finn, your bet is over now, isn’t it? And you seemed pretty satisfied with the result.” There was a deep inhale on the other end, like he was holding something back. I was about to hang up when his tone suddenly shifted.

Her place was PTA conferences and grocery lists, a place Davidson had burned to nothing on his altar of ambition and forbidden lust. She had agreed to meet him from corrosive curiosity. Victor Brandt. The name had shadowed the edges of Davidson's past life, a looming, afar threatening presence from the stories he'd return home, exhausted and exhilarated. Now he was the architect of Davidson's public demise. And he wanted to talk to her.