My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 187 You Were Tricked

After rushing out of the building and getting in the car, Patrick immediately dialed a number but was informed that the number he dialed was unreachable as the person’s phone was switched off.

At that, he became even more anxious.

While speeding to the airport, he made a call to a friend and asked them to lend him a helicopter immediately.

At the same time, he opened the browser on his phone with one hand and entered Specter Corporation’s website, where he looked for a string of numbers and mentally jotted it down.

As soon as the call with his friend ended, he dialed the number he had just memorized.

At that moment, it was past ten o’clock in the evening in Feston.

Cooper was dining with several business partners in the private room of a clubhouse when Christopher suddenly walked in, bent over, and whispered to his ear, “Mr. Sutton, there’s a man named Patrick Sullivan who’s inquiring for you.”

Cooper had just raised the wine glass to his lips, about to take a sip. Upon hearing that, he paused and glanced at Christopher. “Isn’t he Armand’s subordinate?”

“Yes, but he says he wishes to speak to you because of an urgent matter.”

Christopher was holding a phone with an ongoing call displayed on the screen. “Do you want me to hang up the call?”

was a bodyguard assigned by Armand to protect her. After hesitating for a few seconds, he took

politely said to his business partners at the

his ear, he asked, “Why

Are you in

in Patrick’s voice. As he pushed up his eyeglasses, he answered, “I’m on

f*cking tricked!” Patrick cursed harshly before taking a deep breath twice. He then ordered, “Find a way to head back to Jadeborough this instant and take Genevieve away once you

cold, and he asked, “What’s wrong

it to you now! Go back to Jadeborough right now and find Genevieve. I sent a document to your email, so you can read it while you’re on your way there!” Patrick immediately hung up the phone after saying

who? Cooper was befuddled by Patrick’s

happened to

email sent to him two minutes

as he scrolled down. However, when he read the terrifying words, his

blank look filled his eyes, followed by

be… How could this be…” he murmured, scrolling to the top

cold in his limbs,

the Rachford family. However, someone went to him, saying they had escaped from

that person’s words, so he stayed with the Rachford family for twenty-odd years, biding

been weaving a plot to lure him into a trap step by step, and he