“If Patrick isn’t in Bafwell, then why is his phone here? The last ferry to Bafwell was at eight o’clock. If someone wanted to take Patrick away, the earliest they could do it would be tomorrow…
Oh right, Michelle!
Jane suddenly remembered Michelle’s name. Patrick came to Bafwell to save her. If Patrick wasn’t here anymore, then the last person who saw him should be Michelle. After all, with Patrick’s vigilance, ordinary people wouldn’t be able to do anything to him. Perhaps this matter had a direct relationship with Michelle.
Michelle originally wanted to take advantage of when Patrick was weak and make things happen quickly. Who knew that he had an incredibly strong willpower and refused time and time again?
It wasn’t that she lacked patience with Patrick; rather she felt that if they wasted any more time on this matter, Jane might become suspicious sooner.
Taking advantage of the current calm, it was better to quickly tie up Patrick and return to France. The private plane was parked nearby, ready to depart at any time.
The bodyguards wisely turned away, positioning themselves in a corner, trying not to pay attention to the commotion here. Admittedly, their princess hadn’t done anything noteworthy.
Michelle paused, stood up, draped the sweater hanging on the chair over herself, and indifferently addressed those around her, “Come over and tie Patrick tightly for me. In an hour, when it’s dawn, we’ll go back to France directly.”
“Let go of me! Let go of me!”
Patrick’s hands were bound behind his back, securely tied, and two strong bodyguards escorted him, one on each side, not allowing him to leave their line of sight.
“Patrick, stop struggling. Listen to me and come back to France with me. Let’s be together.” Michelle’s voice sounded gentle, with a smile on her face, revealing two slightly pointed canines. However, at this moment, she looked like a little devil, repulsive.
Patrick looked at Michelle in confusion. He couldn’t understand why this woman had such an obsession with him. “Michelle, you’re Duckstein’s child. I am friends with your father, and fundamentally, I’m considered your elder. You really don’t need to do this, understand?”
Michelle tilted her head and shrugged, saying nonchalantly, “Elder? Patrick, you’re only five or six years older than me. You can’t be my elder. And I really like you a lot. I want to see you every day.”
“What about Jane?”
The smile on the girl’s face faded instantly, clearly unhappy. “Patrick, why do you have to bring up Jane now? I’m jealous of her since the moment I saw you.”
Patrick pursed his lips and looked at Michelle in confusion. He didn’t expect her to react this way.
Meanwhile, Jane received a call from Morton. “Madam, we haven’t found Mr. Pansy yet! Is something wrong with him?”
Jane was completely calm by now and had already asked Anthony to track down Michelle’s exact location. The priority now was to get Morton involved because if Patrick was really with Michelle, they would need more people on their side.
Of course, she didn’t want Michelle turning into another Florence.
“Patrick should be in Bafwell. I’ll send you his location right away so that you can come over with your team.”
“Okay.”
Michelle had been waiting for dawn, as the private plane would take off soon, allowing her to successfully bring Patrick back to France. By then, it would be difficult for Jane to find them.
Two bodyguards were still keeping an eye on Patrick, fearing that he might escape. Patrick remained seated, silent and unmoving. He ignored any questions Michelle directed at him.
After half an hour, the two bodyguards standing next to Patrick began to yawn. Patrick noticed and couldn’t help but smirk. The effects of the drug were gradually wearing off. He looked at them and chuckled.
“You guys don’t need to work so hard, right? I’m tied up like this; I can’t run. If you’re tired, why not take a little nap?”
“No, can’t… you might escape!” One of the bodyguards, struggling to keep his eyes open, responded but insisted on staying alert.
Well, they seemed to have professional ethics.
Patrick silently mocked, and instinctively reached backward, finding the corner of a pillar. It felt sharp, at least causing a slight pain when he touched it with his fingertips earlier.
This was the chance!
Patrick slowly moved his hand over, feeling the rough rope that bound his wrists to the pillar. He shifted up and down until he felt the rope snag on a knot in the middle of the pillar, hoping it would break naturally.
The hemp rope made a slight frictional tearing sound. The two bodyguards watched Patrick warily for a moment, but seeing that he wasn’t doing anything suspicious, they relaxed and prepared to sit down and rest for a while. Patrick kept an eye out around him, focusing on any movement in his hands until he felt them loosen.
This was his chance!
Without hesitation, Patrick pulled his hands free from the ropes. The two bodyguards saw him trying to escape but before they could react, Patrick hit them both with swift chops to their necks causing them to faint instantly.
Michelle was not outside at this time; she had taken her guards with her into another small room to pack up some things and no one knew when she would come back.
He needed to get out of here quickly!
As soon as this thought came into his mind, Patrick didn’t have any intention of dealing with Michelle anymore; what mattered most was getting out of there fast! He quickly flexed his wrist muscles before rushing towards freedom.
“Patrick!” Michelle’s cheerful voice came from nearby as she walked out of the small room.
She had expected that if she asked him nicely whether or not he wanted to go back with her to France then maybe there wouldn’t be any need for ropes or guards holding him captive.
But what greeted her instead were two unconscious bodyguards lying on the ground along with some leftover knots from broken ropes. Her face darkened immediately as she let out an angry scream, “Useless! Get up now!”
The guards heard Michelle’s shout and rushed over while looking at her beautiful face twisted in anger; they could even see Patrick’s shadow disappearing into thin air.
Her pupils contracted as she pointed fiercely at where he had been standing moments ago, “Go catch him! Bring him back here now!”
The small wooden cabin here was something she had struggled to locate, and it was quite remote. Patrick wouldn’t be able to escape easily for a while.
The bodyguards rushed off to catch Patrick, and Michelle coldly watched their figures. In the next moment, she stepped on the gas pedal and drove away.
Patrick, you can’t escape!