Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 543

Patrick looked at his surrounding environment and found that it was truly remote. If he had not received the electronic map sent by Huxton halfway through his journey, he would not have been able to find the location in a short time.

Because it was remote, it also meant that there were fewer visitors. The probability of being seen by others would then be much lower.

After confirming and approving of the location Huxton chose, Patrick asked the men in black in a hoarse voice, "Did you bring him here?"

One of the black-clothed men nodded and said, "Mr. Huxton just led a man in."

"Take me to him," ordered Patrick.

"Yes, Mr. Hopper!" The two men in black answered in unison.

One of them stayed at the door to continue keeping watch, while the other walked into the house with Patrick. Although the house looked abandoned from the outside, it was actually tidy and neat inside. Huxton must have considered Patrick's mysophobia and asked someone to clean it up on the spur of the moment.

The man in black by Patrick's side introduced, "Mr. Hopper, both of them are on the second floor. The woman is locked up in the first room; the man is in the second."

Noticing Patrick's raised eyebrows, the man quickly added, "Mr. Hopper, don't worry. The two rooms are far apart from each other, and the woman's eyes and mouth are covered by us. Her hands and feet are tied to the chair too. Even if she hears anything, she can't scream for help!"

Patrick relaxed his frown and replied, "Hmm." He then calmly pushed open the door to the second room.

Along with the creaking of the old door, Patrick's eyes scoured the room to find Huxton and Milton engaged in a fierce fight, and none of them noticed his arrival.

Milton swung a left hook and said, "F*ck! Patrick lured me to this place! Where is he?"

Huxton blocked the attack in time. "Mr. Cook, please wait for a moment!"

Milton sent another spin kick his way and said, "Do you know that I'm in a hurry to find someone? I don't want to wait for him anymore! Get out of my way if you know what's good for you!" After Huxton dodged the deadly kick, he reached out and grabbed Milton's shoulder. He said, "I'm sorry,

Mr. Cook. It is my duty to keep you here!"

As Milton turned around, the two men, who had been combating with each other so closely together, froze. Upon seeing Patrick, Huxton withdrew his fists and legs immediately and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Hopper!"

Milton smoothed out his wrinkled shirt and said with a frown, "Your men are really hard to deal with."

Patrick peered at the two of them absent-mindedly. Huxton's breath was still steady, but Milton appeared to be panting.

It could be seen that Milton had no advantage in this battle and that his strength had been depleted.

Patrick then said, "Huxton, you can leave first."

"But Mr. Hopper..." Huxton hesitated.

Patrick gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Mr. Cook and I have something to discuss. You may leave."

Patrick knew that Huxton was worried about his safety. However, Milton's strength had been exhausted just now. If he decided to take action again, then he would be making a mistake! "Mr. Hopper, I'll be at the door." With this, Huxton walked away.

After the door was closed behind Huxton, Milton expressed, "Although you're less than decent, your subordinates are quite loyal."

The corner of Patrick's mouth lifted, looking untroubled, "This is the result of being charming.

You can't have it even if you try."

Milton clicked his tongue and disgust showed on his expression.

At this, Patrick did not get angry. Instead, he sat on the clean leather chair leisurely.

As he shifted his line of sight, he glimpsed a round table beside him. There was only a monitor with remote control on it.

He smiled. He could already guess what they were for.

Milton, however, was clueless. Confused, he asked, "Why did you call me here? This isn't a training hall!"

Patrick flashed a sarcastic smile and said, "I changed my mind. Let's talk about something else."

Being stared at by Patrick's thoughtful eyes, Milton felt goosebumps spread all over his skin. He replied reluctantly, "What on earth do you want to talk to me about?" Patrick looked at him and answered slowly, "Maryanne Smith."

Milton was stunned. "You asked me to come to a place like this to talk about Maryanne? What do you want?"

Patrick said casually, "Don't worry, I know where Maryanne is."

Milton's expression switched as he asked anxiously, "Where is she?"

Patrick pointed toward the ground and responded, "Do you believe me if I said she's here?"

Milton was even more bewildered. "Maryanne is here?"

"Yes." Patrick replied. He then picked up the remote control, pointed at the monitor, and a clear image jumped to the screen at once.

Patrick and Milton looked over at the image at the same time. It showed a chair in an empty room, with a woman sitting on it. Her shirt was wide open, the color of her bra was on display clear as day. Her legs were spread, her feet tied to the legs of the chair. Her hands were tied together at the back of the chair, and there was even a chain around her waist, trapping her while she whined like a dog. Her eyes were blinded by a black cloth, her mouth sealed in multiple layers with black duct tape.

If she was not wearing the dress that she wore when she left The Cook family house, Milton would not have believed that the girl on the screen was

Maryanne!

After a long pause, Milton threw himself on to Patrick, grabbed his collar and asked him in a frenzy, "What did you do to Maryanne? What the hell did you do to Maryanne?!"

The door flew open with a bang...

It was Huxton, who barged in after hearing the commotion!

After breaking in, he scanned the room and saw that Patrick was pressed against the chair by Milton. Huxton was so anxious that he even took out his pistol.

Out of the corner of his eye, Patrick saw Huxton with a gun in his hand, aiming at the back of Milton's head, ready to fire. Patrick made a prompt decision and demanded, "Huxton, put the gun down!" Patrick's bellow made Milton whirled around subconsciously, only to see the cold, pitch-black muzzle of the gun pointing at him. Above the muzzle was Huxton's bleak, murderous gaze. A warning issued from his glower, threatening that Huxton knew how to fire a gun for real!

"F*ck!" At the risk of his own life, Milton turned his head back around and shouted at Patrick in exasperation, "You first kidnapped Maryanne, and now you want to kill me? Fine, if you have the guts, then let him shoot me!"

Patrick did not expect Huxton to be this fidgety to ignore his command. Patrick's face darkened and said, "Huxton, I'll say it again. Put the gun away!" Under Patrick's icy glare, Huxton's hand, which was holding the gun, trembled. He took a deep breath and put the gun back to the holster at his waist. But this time, he did not leave. Instead, he stood behind Milton, wary of any of his actions.

Patrick knew that Huxton was merely eager to protect his master, so he did not chase him away. He turned back to Milton and said, "Let me go first." "Let Maryanne go first!" Milton seized his collar and refused to let go.

Patrick smiled and said, "Straining me like this does no good for Maryanne at all. Under my order, more than a dozen big men will get in the room with her right away. As for you, all you can do is to watch them put on a show on this other side of the screen."