My Flirtacious Husband

Chapter 209

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Naturally, everyone else was shocked to see such a lethal blow.

With no intention of letting anyone off, Patrick moved nimbly through the group of men and unleashed a

torrent of attacks on them.

Even though there was nothing fancy to his moves, his punches and kicks were powerful enough to

send everyone flying.

“Patrick Sullivan!” someone suddenly yelled, followed by the sound of a gun cocking.

Patrick whipped around. One of the men he pummeled earlier had grabbed Genevieve by the neck and

was holding a gun to her temple.

His finger squeezed the trigger slightly, and any further movement would undoubtedly put a bullet

through Genevieve’s head.

Seeing how Patrick had frozen in his tracks and was glaring at him, the man quickly ordered anyone

who could still move to get back on their feet and retrieve the phone.

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Amidst the chaos earlier, the phone had fallen under the car and away from the rain, with the video call

still going. Although Marilyn did not see the fight, the sound of flesh slamming against flesh was

enough to send chills down her spine.

After someone had picked the phone up, Marilyn finally saw the aftermath of the brutal clash.

Patrick stood a distance away, looking every bit like a ferocious wolf with his fists tightly clenched and

his eyes blazing with anger.

Despite being taken aback by his demeanor, Marilyn quickly regained her composure. “Patrick, you’re

Armand’s lackey. Shouldn’t you be with him instead?” she scoffed as she narrowed her eyes. “Besides,

Genevieve’s the one who murdered his grandmother. Why are you still helping her escape? Where’s

your loyalty to Armand?”

Patrick merely shot daggers at Marilyn through the screen.

Genevieve’s life is now in that man’s hand, and I can’t find any chance to attack. There’s simply too

much at risk. ”Let her go,” he finally said.

“Sure, but on one condition,” Marilyn replied with a smirk. “Get on your knees!”

“No, Patrick! Don’t kneel!” Genevieve shouted, her voice hoarse from having screamed earlier.

The man holding her down tightened his grip and pressed the gun to her temple.

Patrick frowned at the sight of that, and the next second, he unclenched his fists and went down on his

knees.

Happy and satisfied, Marilyn instantly burst out laughing.

As it turned out, Patrick had called her sometime back to warn her not to hurt Genevieve again. His

attitude infuriated her, and she hadn’t been able to stop brooding over it.

Ha! Who would’ve thought that he’d be at my mercy today?

Marilyn had found out from the party organizer that the man who sniped at her father was positioned

somewhere high outside the building. It’d be difficult for even the military to produce soldiers with such

excellent marksmanship.

Then again, it was a fact that Patrick was one of the best snipers around, and his skill had come in

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handy many times when settling Armand’s matters.

Therefore, Marilyn was very sure that he was the one behind her father’s death.

I won’t let him off! I must avenge Dad!

“Patrick, if you beg and pledge eternal loyalty to me, I can consider letting Genevieve off,” Marilyn

uttered coldly.

“I don’t mind begging, but I will not pledge loyalty to you,” Patrick replied with a look of unwavering

determination. “Besides, I’ve already promised someone else my loyalty.”

Of course, Marilyn knew that someone like Patrick would never go back on his word. Therefore, if he

had made that promise to Armand, there was no way he’d escape with Genevieve.

As she stared into Patrick’s eyes, a sudden realization struck Marilyn. “Wait a minute… Have you fallen

for Genevieve?”

Patrick didn’t say a word.

“Hahaha! Oh my! I can’t believe a lackey is running away with his boss’ woman!” Marilyn exclaimed as

she clapped her hands in glee.

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