Husband of chaebol wins love

Patrick's expression and tone were the same as usual, but every word he said was disgusting.

Ruan Ruan felt that she was blind. The person in front of her was clearly a beast, but she actually took the disgusting things he said usually because he was of Italian blood and was good at sweet talk.

Knowing people, knowing the face but not knowing the heart, this sentence is really the eternal truth.

Ruan Ruan closed her eyes, hating and angry.

She clearly felt that some words sounded uncomfortable, but she still didn't think of the worst.

Ruan Ruan really felt that she seemed to put all the precautions in daily life on Manman, and she considered herself an adult, so she didn't need to care about these details at all.

What now?
She wanted to scold herself that she deserved it.

The advisor and Gu Wangshu reminded her successively that she still fell into the current situation.

She didn't know if there was something wrong with her body or her head.

The feeling of splitting headache became more and more intense. As long as she moved her head, she would feel that the whole body was in pain following her head.

Patrick seemed a little anxious, he asked: "Have the VIP guests arrived yet?"

"We just called, and the other party said that we can't get out now, and it may be 5 minutes late."

Patrick muttered impatiently: "Aren't they the ones who don't have eyes? Why don't you find an excuse to leave? Really..."

Ruan Ruan was still lying on her stomach, only the sound of the water bed shaking in her ears.

She spoke again: "Patrick, you let me go now, before it's too late..."

"No, baby, I will never let you go, you know what tonight means to me?" Patrick said with a smile: "It means that I went from a millionaire to a billionaire club, how do I Can you miss such a good opportunity?"

"I won't let you go..." she said.

She herself felt that it might be futile to say these words.

She can't die, Manman is still waiting for her.

Can……

Ruan Ruan thought of Gu Wangshu's words, she said that Patrick would use the first high-definition video to blackmail women, making them choose between ruin and obedience.

If they refuse, there will be endless pain waiting for them.

At this time, Ruan Ruan suddenly felt that this seemed really a good way to control women.

In particular, people who have a certain social position in society.

Ruan Ruan pursed her lips, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Blame herself, blame her own carelessness.

"Mr. Patrick, everyone is here!"

Patrick stood up at once, "Please take your seats."

He walked to the computer camera, which was playing Ruan Ruan's performances on various stages, and the camera kept switching, making Ruan Ruan's face appear on the screen.

That's the contrast they want.

An elegant, dignified and beautiful pianist on the stage, and a dissolute, humble, passionate and flirtatious oriental beauty off the stage.

The gentler the character, the greater the contrast.

The colder it is on weekdays, the more extreme disobedience will be reflected in the video.

Patrick said to those waiting to watch online, "My dear guests, the most exciting moment in history has arrived! Tonight is the moment you've been waiting for, and this beautiful woman is here In my bed, right now, right now, I'm going to make her a completely different person, is this what you guys expect?"

There were dense portraits of people on the computer screen. Patrick looked at the number of people at the scene and found that the number of people had already exceeded 300 and was marching towards [-].

A membership system with extremely high membership fees, each of these members is either rich or expensive.

Some of these people can help him enter an official career, some can bring him income, and some can bring him business.

Patrick took out the pill from the drawer, squeezed Ruan Ruan's mouth, and forced it into her mouth.

Ruan Ruan desperately wanted to spit it out, but was forced to drink water, forcing her to swallow it.

She was a little desperate, she didn't know what medicine she had taken, but she knew it must be something bad.

Patrick looked down at Ruan Ruan.

She wore the dress she wore at the banquet, with light makeup on, and she was as beautiful as ever.

Patrick liked it very much, he looked at her body with admiration, "Honey, believe me, you will make you die for me for the rest of your life."

With that said, he reached out and took off his nightgown.
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There are many floors in the hotel, and a group of people suddenly rushed in from the outside.

Rush to the hallway and directly press the fire alarm.

All of a sudden, the hotel was in chaos, and the guests ran around and rushed down from upstairs.

One of them rushed directly to the front desk, grabbed the front desk, put the gun in his hand against his forehead, and only asked one question: "Where is Patrick's room?"

There was a middle-aged man at the front desk, he opened his mouth: "This is the guest's secret..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "snap".The sound of the suppressed gun was very low, but the man's screams were loud.

"Give you one last chance, this time it won't be the thigh."

The man hurriedly raised his hand: "The top floor...Room 1, Room [-]..."

The headset was pulled to the ear, "Room No. [-] on the top floor, go find someone now!"

While the front desk was being pressed for questioning, other people had already rushed upstairs, and others in the lobby were chased away and hid.

The front desk was dragged and limped and forced to take them to the monitoring room.

There were a lot of people, and the division of labor was clear. Some went upstairs to look for people, some went downstairs to check the monitoring, and some maintained order on the scene to avoid commotion.

These people are not robbers, not police, or a group of unidentified men in black.

Agile and vigorous.

At first glance, he is not an ordinary person.

The elevator does not have a direct button to reach the top floor, or even a display to reach the top floor.

I learned from the hotel manager that the hotel has an underground passage, and the location on the top floor can only be reached by taking an elevator from a specific underground passage.

This place is just one of the game dens for the rich.

At the entrance of the underground passage, the advisor grabbed the hotel manager's arm, which just happened to get stuck in the wound on the opponent's arm, and his hand was covered with blood.

There were gunmen standing around, and the hotel manager was shivering in pain, but he didn't dare to speak out.

The man beside him was expressionless and said nothing, as long as he led the way.

But whenever he wanted to tip off the news, or showed that he wanted to tip off the tip, he would mercilessly beat him half to death.

He didn't know who this person was, a male with an Asian face.

"Sir...if you want money..."

"Shut up." The advisor's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on the number displayed on the elevator, watching the number go up little by little.

"How many security guards are there on the top floor?"

"Not much..." This is the truth.

Patrick has never missed a shot. The women he brings back are all voluntary and do not need any security at all.