"Okay."

Ariana glanced at him.

The man was in a sorry state at this moment. After all, she had just thrown herself into his arms with wet hair and had a good cry. His clothes were already soaked through and wrinkled like burlap.

If he went back like this, Madeline would definitely misunderstand again. A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes as she pretended to be considerate, "Your suit is dirty. Let me take care of it first. Otherwise, if Madeline sees it when you go back, I'm afraid she will misunderstand again."

When Patrick heard her say this, he also looked down at himself. He took off his suit jacket and hung it to the side, saying, "No need to trouble yourself. I'll just throw it away on the way back."

With that, he headed towards the monitoring room. His mind was filled with thoughts of dealing with Ariana's affairs, rushing to the Imperial Garden Villa at the first opportunity to see if he could bring Madeline back.

Ariana watched him leave, a smug smile playing on her lips. She then stood up, picked up his suit jacket, and checked the pocket, surprisingly finding his phone. The phone was password-protected, and despite several attempts, Ariana couldn't unlock it. Recalling the information she had investigated about Madeline, she tentatively entered Madeline's birthday and successfully unlocked it. In that moment, she felt extreme jealousy. However, it didn't matter because the phone call she was about to make would definitely widen the rift between them.

...

Madeline chatted with Freya for a while and when the topic of Lina came up, she snorted coldly. "That old witch has become clever, using public opinion to attack me. But it's okay, I want to see what tricks she can pull off after this is over." Freya mused, "This woman does have some means, and she is crafty enough. It seems like in this battle between you, it won't end without a fight to the death."

Madeline smiled lightly and said, “She has seen tough people before. Therefore, she never regarded Lina highly. As long as Patrick stood by her side, Lina couldn't make any trouble. Thinking of Patrick, Madeline felt a bit annoyed. It had been over an hour, and he still hadn't arrived. Did his car have a flat tire, or was he surrounded by reporters again? Just as she thought of this, her phone rang. Madeline took it out and squinted at the screen. Timing couldn't have been better. She slid to answer the call and teased, 'Patrick, you…' 'Madeline, it’s me.'"

The words were not finished when a soft and delicate female voice sounded from the microphone. Madeline paused, took her phone away to check the caller ID, confirming that it was indeed Patrick's number. But the voice she heard clearly belonged to Ariana. Her eyes turned cold, and she asked in a harsh tying, "Why do you have Patrick's phone?"

"It's like this, my family had a little trouble, and Patrick came over to help me. I was worried he didn't go back in time and would make you worry, so I called you to let you know."

"......"

Was she calling to explain, or was she provoking? Madeline tightened her grip on her phone, her face cold and expressionless. Even her voice seemed to be coated with icy venom as she replied, "Oh, then I have to thank you for letting me know you're safe."

This woman was too calculating, repeatedly seizing opportunities to declare war on her. The crucial point was, despite repeatedly telling herself to stay calm, every time she poked at the barrier, her mood became increasingly unbearable.

However, reason kept telling herself to stay calm, to stay calm, and not to let her plan succeed. So even though she was annoyed, she still smiled and said, "Our Nan Patrick is kind-hearted. If he sees a cat getting rained on by the roadside, he can't bear it. He even wants to give a home to a stray dog. Miss Ariana is his old friend, so morally and logically he should help you. But I have to remind Miss Ariana, don't take advantage of others' kindness. Playing such tricks may elicit sympathy once or twice, but if dying repeatedly, it will only annoy people!" After finishing speaking, Madeline had no time for more words and was ready to end the call. Unexpectedly, Ariana's voice came again, "You seem to have misunderstood something. I never intended to ruin your relationship. Nan Patrick and I have known each other since childhood, our relationship has always been good, and he has always taken care of me. I thought we could still maintain that kind of relationship, but I didn't realize you would think I was playing tricks." "Also, Nan Patrick has been allergic to pets since he was a child. Don't you know this?" Slap in the face. A harsh slap in the face! Madeline felt her face burning with pain. Patrick is allergic to pets, and damn it, she really didn't know.

The result was that this woman tricked her. Ariana saw that she was not speaking, and chuckled coldly. She found it funny that this woman wanted to compete with herself at this position. Doesn't she think about how many years she has known Patrick? Can she compare with the childhood friendship between Patrick and her?

"Patrick is here. Do you want to talk to him?"

"No need. We can talk all night when we go to bed later," Madeline said with a cold chuckle, although she was extremely upset.

She was indifferent and about to hang up the phone, but then she heard Patrick's voice coming from the receiver.

"Ariana, if the video didn't capture any evidence, this matter may not be easy to handle."

Ariana... Damn Patrick, did he have to be so intimate with someone?

When Madeline thought of being alone in the same room with a man, her heart felt sour as if a vinegar jar had been overturned. Even though she knew she should hang up the phone, her hand hovered over the hang-up button, unable to press it. She suddenly wanted to listen and see what Patrick's attitude towards Ariana was.

In a private villa, Patrick walked out of the control room holding a USB drive. Ariana tried to get up but exclaimed in surprise and pretended to fall forward unsteadily. Seeing this, Patrick quickly rushed forward and helped her, saying, "You are injured, sit still and don't move. If you need anything, just tell me, I'll take care of it." Ariana coquettishly said, "I'm thirsty, I want some water." "Okay, I'll pour you some."

Patrick took a deep breath and walked towards the water cooler.

Madeline listened to the man's gentle tying and gritted her teeth in hatred.

Allergic to pets?

Then why not allergic to the wild chicken outside?

Madeline felt like she was about to explode with anger, anxiously grabbing her hair.

Patrick brought water and handed it to Ariana, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said, "It's getting late, I should go back."

"It's almost dinner time, let's have a meal together before you leave."

Ariana urged.

"No, Madeline is still waiting for me, he will worry if I go home too late."

Patrick did not stay any longer, and wearing a suit, he walked towards the door.

He doesn't intend to keep this suit, he will buy a new set of clothes on the way back to prevent Madeline from smelling other women's perfume and getting angry with him again. Ariana watched his retreating figure with a cold smile on her lips. She wanted to see how long the relationship between these two could last. Madeline, upon learning that Patrick was with her, could not remain indifferent no matter how big her heart was. It seems that this time Patrick returns, he will definitely have to endure Madeline's anger. Even in a good maReital relationship, prolonged quarrels can affect the relationship. Therefore, she believes her opportunity will come soon! As for Madeline... Hehe, then just wait to go to jail with Poppy!