Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 216 

This was a private boxing and fitness club, covering an area of more than 5,000 square meters.There was a shooting range to the west.

One could learn horsemanship here in its subsidiary.

It had only more than 1,000 anonymous members who enjoyed high privacy and professional services from only thousands of employees.

Among so many businesses under the Hopkins Group, this club was Christina's favorite.

She had been longing to have a look, but she was grounded because of pregnancy.

To her dismay, there was a sign hanging at the door of the huge and exquisite entertainment club.

It was closed.

"Patrick, I've found the number you asked me to check..."

Chandler was holding the notebook computer in his right hand, pushing the door open with his left hand.

It was dim in the room, with only a row of lights on.

The empty seats made it desert and cold.

Patrick actually sent all the waiters away.

As he walked a hundred meters into the club, the lights gradually brightened.

As soon as he entered the boxing area, he vaguely heard a familiar wail.

The corner of Chandler's lips raised.

He felt helpless.

"Patrick, Chandler is here.Let's rest for a while..."

Charles’ hands were tightly wrapped in gloves, but he was unable to ward off Patrick's attack.

He felt terrible as he was always the one who got bitten when practicing with Patrick.

Upon seeing someone, Charles roared, gasping for breath.

The man in front of him seemed to be lost in his world.

Ignoring him, he raised his right hand and punched him.

Charles’ eyes widened in fear.

Patrick's fighting skills were agile and lethal.

He almost thought he was going to be sent to the hospital.

"The number you dialed back yesterday is Derek's."

As Patrick's punch was about to land on Charles, Chandler stood under the stage with his arms folded across his chest.

He looked at Charles on the stage and said.

The punch was missed, and Charles fell into the corner of the ring.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

Gasping for breath, he said through gritted teeth, "Christina, damn..."

He knew Patrick wouldn't be so calm as he looked when Derek took her away yesterday.But he couldn't figure out he was the unlucky guy again.

Charles held a grudge against Christina secretly.

"Christina borrowed his phone to call you.That might be the case."

Chandler took a look at Charles and sympathized with him.

He continued in a calm voice, "I also found six properties under Derek's name in A City.Do you need to follow them..."

Patrick remained in silence. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

But when he heard Chandler's words, he impatiently took off the gloves of his hands, threw them into the center of the stage, and strode down the stage.

Charles heaved a big sigh of relief.

Chandler looked at him and couldn't withdraw his laughter.

"Get that witch back!"

Charles waved his fists and mouthed.

Chandler shrugged at him.

They all knew that Patrick must know where she was and it was his call whether to get her back or not.

Patrick, who was such a possessive man, couldn't feel worse anymore.

Watching his woman leave with someone else voluntarily distressed him.

If he ordered to get Christina back immediately, she would be in trouble.

The culprit ran away.He could only vent his anger on his friends.

But Patrick was in a bad mood, which led to bad consequences.

Chandler worried about his personal safety.

He said after a moment of thought, "When you called Christina back yesterday, it wasn't that she didn't want to answer it.Betty stopped her, I suppose."

Chandler was much smarter than Charles.

He was very observant and knew what to say to make people comfortable.

At least he knew he couldn't fuel Patrick's anger.

He learned the lesson from the day he graduated from college when he and Patrick had a match.

As a result, he had been lying in the hospital for a month.

When Patrick heard what he said, he stopped and looked back at Chandler.

He said, "Put the computer on the table:"

With that, his cold face seemed to soften a little and he went straight into the bathroom in the inner room.

Charles, who was not in a mood to take a shower, stood up from the boxing table, and his feet felt weak.

He staggered down the stage, found a booth to sit down, grabbed a mineral water and gulped it down.

Noticing that Patrick was not around, he scold unhappily, "Damn it, I will be killed by Christina sooner or later."

Chandler sat opposite him, turned on the laptop, and teased as he worked on it, "Charles, you don't have to worry.According to your mom, you will never be defeated by any troubles."

"Chandler! Stop talking nonsense.It's killing me!"

Charles retorted with a long face.

"It's your honor to get punched for Christina.’’ Chandler looked gentle though, only those who were familiar with him knew how scheming he was.

"Forget about it.She almost screwed me over...’’ Charles said in anger, "Her auntie is even worse.What's wrong with Betty? I can't believe she fought with the Hopkins family directly and slapped Christina."

At this point, Charles was still a little incredulous.

He always found pleasure in seeing Christina crying.

But what Betty had done was unbelievable, making Patrick, as well as them, furious.

Patrick couldn't bear to scold Christina no matter how angry he was, but she was slapped by an outsider.

"Christina would be angry with Patrick for days if he scolded her.But she left with others after being slapped.In front of her aunt, she is a total pushover, unlike the person when she is with us.Why Betty seems to be against the Hopkins family?"

"Betty might not have any hatred for Hopkins family..."

Chandler couldn't figure it out either.

His eyes fell on the computer screen.

These were all the new information that Patrick had asked him to look up, but the file about Betty was very short.

All he could know was that she used to be a daughter of a wealthy family and it had nothing to do with Hopkins family at all.

"But Betty's attitude that day was so resolute that it was obvious that she wanted Christina to break up with Patrick”

As soon as Charles finished speaking, a loud bang came from the cold door of the club and a tall man came in.They all wondered who could it be.Charles and Chandler turned around warily, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Patrick!"