Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 37

I was overwhelmed by Tyler just now. And my waist hurt. It took me a lot of effort to get up now.

I got up. Through the mirror in front of me, I could see Patrick standing outside a compartment.

Although I saw him at the entrance of the hotel last time, I didn't see his face.

It was the first time that I looked at him in his face ever since I was released from the prison.

He was wearing a black suit, who was almost the same as he had been more than a year ago.

But what about me?

I saw my face through the mirror.

My hair, which was soaked wet by the water, clung to my face. Most of my makeup was ruined. And my clothes were covered with dust that I had got while working in the construction site.

I thought that we would meet again.

But I didn't expect that I would run into him again when I was in such a bad situation.

Patrick looked at me in the mirror as he curled up the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Charlotte Archer, I haven't seen you for such a long time. I didn't expect you to be such a good-for-nothing."

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"Hehe."

Originally, I could have a great future. But I, who was innocent, got married on behalf of Caroline Archer. After that, I was framed and thrown into prison. That was why I became like this!

I had a lot of words on my mind and I wanted to refute.

But in the end, I only replied, "It's all thanks to you, Mr. Cowell."

After that, I walked out without looking back.

Patrick did not catch up with me.

Of course, he would not chase me.

After all, in his heart, I was the one who killed his child and harmed Caroline Archer.

I took a shower at home and stood in front of the window, browsing through the news on my cell phone.

However, I didn't find any news related to Patrick's personal affairs.

But I guessed that Caroline and Patrick might have been married and they might even have children.

Even so, it had nothing to do with me.

The next morning, when I went to the hotel, I heard that Tyler was fired.

All of a sudden, I became nervous.

I found someone from the Engineering Department and asked about the reason for Tyler's dismissal. Only then did I know the reason for Tyler's dismissal announced to the public was that Tyler had secretly replaced the construction material with a poor-quality one after getting off work. After he was caught by Mr. Cowell of the hotel, he was fired.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be surprised.

Although this kind of thing was common in the industry, Tyler was engaged in such a big project as well as caught by the employer. He surely would lose all standing and reputation. And other companies in the industry surely dared not to take him in.

It was just that Patrick didn't mention me, which surprised me.

I planned to find Angie to make my position clear to her today.

After all, my goal as an assistant was to learn from her.

Moreover, I didn't want to work at Patrick's hotel. I didn't want to see him.

But I met Patrick Cowell instead.

I hurried to hide somewhere else.

But soon, the person in charge came to me and asked, "Where's Angie?"

I shook my head in confusion.

The person in charge looked around and said, "Mr. Cowell needs to see the overall effect sketch of the hall. Someone needs to illustrate it to him. Aren't you Angie's assistant? Come on, you should do this."

His words put me in a difficult position.

However, the person in charge dared not to neglect Patrick. He could only pull me by force.

The construction for the upper level of the hotel had been basically completed. He took me to the conference room of the hotel.

By the time I went in, the effect sketch had been displayed through the projection.

They were all waiting for my illustration.

In fact, this was the first time that I had seen a real scene picture. I couldn't help but sigh that Angie did deserve her salary.

The whole design of the hall was magnificent. And the color tone was unified.

The whole effect sketch looked very eyepleasing.

Patrick sat on a black leather chair. When he saw me, he was not surprised at all.

He didn't say anything. It seemed that he was waiting for me to explain it to him.

If it were just an explanation of an ordinary map, then I sure would illustrate it. But Angie's design was too high- class. And I knew that I couldn't illustrate it.

I stood where I was and told Patrick the truth, "Mr. Cowell, I'm just an assistant. I haven't participated in the whole design. So I have to contact the designer right now."

After I said that, I took the phone as I was ready to go out and make a call.