My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 61

'She is not here?'

Patrick anxiously reached out his hand and ripped a big hole in the rusty wire net in front of him. He

jumped and dived into the abandoned factory.

The abandoned factory was located in the outskirts of North of the A City. There was a forest in the

east and a big river in the west.

It was about 11 o'clock in the evening, and it was dark in the surroundings. There were no streetlights,

but a few stars and a full moon overhead. Because the place was near a big river, the air was rather

cold and humid.

The factory covered an area of over a thousand square meters, with a large workshop set up with

heavy, abandoned, and large machinery. The factory had three large warehouses, two quality control

rooms, and an office. The surrounding walls, doors, and windows were crumbling and dirty.

Cecilia and the five gangsters were in the big workshop, but Patrick couldn't find Christina!

He strained his temper and walked lightly in the dark factory, searching every room...

Suddenly, there was a bloody smell coming to his nose. Patrick stopped in his tracks. He looked to a

small room on the right in front of him.

Gripping the gun tightly in his hand, he pressed his body against the wall and approached at a brisk

pace. The dilapidated mahogany door panel in front of him was unlocked, and he reached out with his

left hand and gently pushed it open.

A faint moonlight fell through the window, he could see...

The next second, his eyes widened, and he immediately rushed in.

Inside this messy and dilapidated office, a pool of blood remained in the corner of the long wooden

table, dark red blood running down the legs to the floor, the blood mixing with the dirt in a shocking

way.

Patrick looked gloomy. He pursed his lips, raised his gun in his right hand, and called out impatiently,

"Christina..."

However, he was startled as he noticed something unusual.

He couldn't shoot easily. He couldn't alert the gang to ensure her safety until he found Christina.

He wanted her to be safe and sound.

There were faint, painful, low breaths coming from the room.

Patrick walked vigilantly behind the desk. He was surprised as he saw Todd, who was unconscious and

paralyzed...

'Todd is the mastermind of the kidnapping. Why is he unconscious?'

Patrick smelled the thick smell of blood. Unable to suppress his rage, he squatted down and dragged

Todd up.

"Where is she?" Patrick wanted to shoot him.

Todd was violently pulled up by him. His mind was foggy, his face was pale and he kept panting

roughly. Opening his eyes to look at Patrick in front of him, he was powerless to break free.

Patrick was extremely impatient. He pressed the wound on the back of Todd's head with his right hand

and pressed his entire face on the table.

"Christina, where is she?"

The wound was pressed down by Patrick, and the pain made Todd gasp and tremble. "I don't know..."

"Mr. Hopkins, Miss Jones is at the big workshop..." And at that moment, the bodyguard who had

infiltrated with Patrick immediately rushed in, his voice urgent, when he spotted Patrick on this side.

"Mr. Hopkins, we have to get out of here now. We found a lot of..."

"Patrick, I've prepared a batch of explosives for you!"

Before the bodyguard could finish speaking, Todd hysterically burst out laughing.

His teeth were bloodied, and he yelled in hatred, "Patrick, that's a gift for you!"

"... I can't deal with you, so I'm going to die with you today!"

When Patrick heard this, he was shocked.

With all his strength, Todd took out the remote control from his pocket. The red light flickered, and he

pressed the button.

Patrick looked sullen and reached out his left hand to try to grab the remote control from Todd's hand.

The bodyguards immediately rushed forward to help suppress him.

The remote controller fell between Todd's fingers. Todd lifted his foot and stomped on it.

There was a loud bang in a warehouse in the north!

It was too late.

Then there was a series of explosions. The sound of shock reverberated through the sky, and even the

house began to crumble.

In a short while, the thick smoke rose from the sky, and the golden fire dragon flew up. On this dark

night, it looked especially dazzling.

"Mr. Hopkins, we have to get out of here immediately. The house will collapse..." The bodyguard

shouted anxiously at Patrick.

There were also two bodyguards running up ahead. "Mr. Hopkins, the bandits are under our control.

Miss Jones has been taken out by us. Hurry up!"

Everyone looked at the wanton fire on the east side and panicked.

Charles and the others were ambushed outside. They had been waiting for the opportunity, but when

they saw the sudden explosion and fire, they all looked at each other in horror.

Without thinking, Charles immediately sent people to shoot at the big iron lock in front of him. The lock

broke, and the police behind him rushed in to rescue people.

This was originally an abandoned factory, and the waste materials were instantly ignited...

The tins and the surrounding windows kept exploding, scaring people.

The fire spread rapidly and the old walls rustled.

Charles's eyes widened as he watched the main pillar of the boulder slowly tilt in front of him. "Patrick,

go! The house is going to collapse..."

"You two raise the wooden table, block the flames, and rush out of the door..."

"No! The fire at the front door is too strong to withstand!"

Everyone was in a panic as they were terribly dangerous.

The flames quickly engulfed them and spread all around them. The hot waves burned their cheeks and

bodies, and the burning light was blinding.

"Get out the back door. Quick." someone screamed in horror.

"Mr. Hopkins, hurry up!"

The two bodyguards in front of them saw Patrick frowning and were still hesitating in this room,

dragging him out by the arm in a hurry.

"You guys go first..."

Patrick shook them off. The smoke made his voice hoarse.

'Where is Christina?'

'Where is she?'

The bodyguards were startled. Seeing that Patrick had actually rushed into the fire, the two of them

could not care less about their respect and dragged Patrick by the arm...

But there was no need for them to stop them. The huge stone pillar in front of them collapsed.

The sand and dust raised prevented them from opening their eyes. Flames were roaring around them,

and their skin was burning...

"What should we do now?" One of the bodyguards was so scared that he lost his mind on the spot.

In this fire, there was no way out.

People could only wait for death.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. There was the sound of blasting, cries of horror coming

from all around, and...

A small metal knife fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, very subtle.

"Help me..."

In the small room, a woman's soft voice sounded, "I'm here. Help..."

In the fire, Patrick seemed to have sensed something. He turned around abruptly...

The huge abandoned factory collapsed.

The deafening noise spread out in the early hours of the quiet night, and a black cloud of dust rose

from the sky, sweeping up for a dozen miles.

The strong impact of the airflow caused the people outside the abandoned factory to immediately lie

down and lift their hearts.

Then there was a terrible silence.

"Patrick!"

Charles covered his nose with his left hand and hurriedly got up from the ground to look around. The

abandoned factory in front of him was in ruins.

There were still a lot of scattered flames burning. But in the dark of the night, they could not see the

situation clearly.

"Turn on all the lights!"

As soon as Charles said this, he noticed some movement in the west river.

The police and the others rushed over. "Where's Patrick?"

Some figures swam towards the bank in the dark river. Those who had escaped from death

immediately grabbed the water grass by the river and gasped for air.

They really thought they were going to die just now.

"Mr. Hopkins is behind..." The bodyguard replied immediately as he smoothed his breath.

They were surrounded by the fire, and there was no road in front and back. The glass windows were

shattered by the explosion. Patrick led them into the fire and jumped out of the window on the west

side. Outside was the river.

That was how they escape.

Patrick was ruthless and inhumane, but they were willing to follow him. Because he would not easily

abandon his companions, and he had the ability to save them in panic.

"Patrick, are you okay?"

Charles saw that after Patrick finally swam back to the shore, he was still staring intently at the ruins in

front of him.

Patrick did not answer him. He got up from the shore and was drenched. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Have you seen Christina?" His voice was hoarse, not sure if he choked on the river or because he was

suppressing some emotions.

Charles was stunned and did not know how to speak for a moment.

There were no casualties in the accident. Even the bandits and Todd were brought out by them, but...

'She...'

'Why not her?'

"Where is she?"

Patrick turned around abruptly, grabbed Todd's front collar, and lifted him up in a rage.

There were obvious signs of a fight in that small room. Todd was attacked. 'Where is Christina? Where

is she?'

"Patrick..." Suddenly a woman's delicate voice trembled.

Cecilia seemed frightened. She ran forward and hugged him tightly around Patrick's waist. "I know. I

know you will come to save me. I'm so scared..."

Her clothes were in a mess, and she cried out uncontrollably.

And at that moment, several cars came rushing behind them.

"Young Master, how are you? Are you hurt?" The Hopkins Family butler got out of the car and ran over

anxiously.

In another black Maybach, Cory rushed over.

"Patrick, where's Christina?"

When he saw Cecilia, Cory's tightly clenched lips were filled with mockery. "You only care about saving

your mistress. Patrick, it is your fault! It's because you've been so ruthless and offended so many

people that you've put her through this..."

Cory looked around, especially when he saw the guilty look on Charles's face. He was so angry that he

raised his fist and punched Patrick's left face fiercely. "Where is Christina? You abandoned her

regardless of her life!"

'Where is she...'

Patrick's expression was complicated and confused. He didn't dodge Cory's fist.

In the fire just now, he seemed to see a man and a woman...

"So he came to save Cecilia..." In the distance, the woman floating in the river fixed her gaze on the

shore.

"Tina, we can't stay in the river too long."

In the dark river, the man forced her to swim in another direction...