Chapter 212

288 Vouchers

The crowd was bustling. Alaricka could only see the backs and shoulders of the people in front of her and couldn’t see what was happening in the middle at all. She could only hear a few screams now and then.

“Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I have a match tomorrow, I can’t let my hand get ruined!”

“Mr. Schultz, I said something wrong, we apologized to Ms. Whitaker, please have mercy, don’t hit us anymore.”

The noise inside was loud and chaotic. Alaricka couldn’t figure out what was going on yet and then heard the people in front talking.

“What happened? Why did Mr. Schultz suddenly lose his temper and hit someone?”

“I heard it was because these people were talking bad about Roschelle behind her back, and it just so happened that Mr. Schultz was listening in. Mr. Schultz got mad for her and beat them up.”

“What are you yelling about? You’re not talking about that thing at the pool, right?”

“I heard so.”

Alaricka’s brows quickly furrowed, and she squeezed herself into the crowd.

In the middle of the crowd, Patrick’s suit jacket hung open lazily, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, hair falling over his forehead, looking fierce.

One of his feet was on a man’s back, and one hand was grabbing a woman’s neck. The man and woman both had messy clothes, and there were bruises on their faces. The man’s face, especially, looked terrible.

Alaricka’s pupils suddenly shrank, and she said in a low voice, “Patrick.”

Patrick heard a noise, kicked the man in the stomach with one foot, and pushed the woman away with one hand.

The man let out a scream and curled up on the ground. The woman screamed, hugged her arms, and shrank into the corner, watching Patrick with a wary and scared look.

Patrick slowly looked up and gave Alaricka a meaningful smile.

“Did everyone see that? This is what happens when you talk nonsense. I never had a rule about not hitting women, so don’t think you’re some kind of exception.”

“In my case, there was only one exception, and that was Roschelle.”

“I invested in this competition, not to give Roschelle special treatment, and I didn’t want to target anyone. But if someone talked bad about me behind my back, then I didn’t mind using my privilege.”

Alaricka held down her shock and stared hard at Patrick.

Someone in the crowd was upset: “Even if you’re an investor, you can’t just do whatever you want, and besides, did these two even say anything wrong? Aren’t you worried the organizers will stand up for us contestants, or are you not afraid we’ll call the police-”

Patrick chuckled softly, “Go ahead and report. You guys hurry up and report.”

That guy choked on his words, just felt like Patrick was crazy.

Patrick walked slowly up to Alaricka, his smile growing wider.

“I came to tell you, there were plenty of things in this world you couldn’t understand, and I had the power to shut you up, even the organizers.”

“Just like now-”

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The moment the words were out, Patrick raised his hand at a speed Alaricka could barely see, his big palm grabbing Alaricka’s neck, then suddenly tightening.

There was a burst of noise around.

Alaricka’s breath caught, and she grabbed Patrick’s hands tightly. Her face turned red, she gritted her teeth, and glared hard at Patrick.

Patrick didn’t seem to care about her resistance, just gave a cold sneer and gripped her hand even tighter. Alaricka had no room to breathe, the air in her lungs slowly disappearing.

After that, her vision shook.

Alaricka was pushed against the wall by Patrick.

Patrick even lifted her up, and her feet were almost off the ground.

Alaricka felt more and more suffocated and wanted fresh air even more. She opened her mouth to curse, but her voice was hoarse and broken.

“You loosen, let go…”

She clearly heard Patrick’s low voice: “Alaricka, I told you a long time ago, don’t push me.”

In that moment, Alaricka really thought she was going to die, really thought Patrick really wanted to kill her.

Her vision got blurrier and blurrier, and her mind slowly faded away. With her mouth open, she could only make some hoarse sounds.

She was really about to be strangled to death by Patrick…

Right before she suffocated, Patrick let go. She dropped to the floor like she had no bones, propping herself up with both hands. She gasped for air like a fish about to die of thirst, breathing hard and rough. Her breathing sounded hoarse and awful.

Patrick stood in front of her, and she lowered her head, so she could only see Patrick’s two black leather shoes.

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