Chapter 9 A Dramatic Story

When Patrick finally arrived at Skiyton Hotel, The only one that noticed him was Elissa, who was standing in front of the crowd.

"Patrick, I know you don't want to end our relationship, but I have to tell you that I don't like you," Elissa said in an irate voice.

Patrick recognized the apparent disdain and arrogance in her eyes.

A chuckle escaped his lips.

"How dare you assume that I came here for you? Silly woman, you overestimate yourself."

"Patrick, what are you saying?" Elissa asked in a vexed voice as she furrowed her eyebrows.

When Patrick saw how much she had changed, he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment and turned his back on her.

He yelled to the crowd, "Tell your general manager to come out. I'm looking for him."

The folks surrounding Patrick didn't seem to care about him at all.

Instead, they dismissed him as a delusional idiot.

The conversation between the two caught Judson's attention.

He recognized Patrick, with contempt in his eyes, and sneered,

"How dare you find the general manager?

Do you think he would waste time on someone like you?

Do you leave the place yourself, or let the guards beat you up and throw you in the trash? "

However, Patrick remained unfazed. With a dignified pose, he made a giant stride forward. It forced Judson to take a step back.

"You're the vice general manager, right?

Where do you get the audacity to treat the new chairman like this?"

Despite his calm voice, Patrick radiated an air of silent authority.

His eyes reflected a cool radiant light.

"How dare you pretend to be our new chairman, a rubbish from the bottom of society?" Judson told Patrick with derision.

With a grin, Elissa hid her face with her hand. Since she was familiar with Patrick's family, she assumed that she would know if he was the new chairman.

"Actually, I am the new chairman. The one who should go away is not me but you," Patrick said in a proud voice as he pointed at Judson's nose.

Judson shouted impatiently, "Security, break this trash's leg and send it to the police station. Damn, a mentally retarded person pretends to be the chairman."

Soon enough, a large group of imposing security personnel quickly encircled Patrick.

Suddenly, a car horn echoed from nearby. The crowd turned their heads.

Everyone's eyes fixated on the vehicle since it was very familiar to them.

"That's Mathew's car. He's back after picking up the new chairman himself."

Meanwhile, Mathew was driving so fast that he almost hit the security guards, who were terrified of getting hit.

In a flash, the vehicle parked right in front of Patrick. Without hesitation, Mathew pushed open the car door.

Mathew hurriedly exited the vehicle. His tie was unkempt, and he didn't even bother to clean up his outfit. He was clearly in a rush to get out of the car.

To everyone's surprise, Mathew suddenly took the wine and the glass Judson was holding.

With trembling hands, he poured a glass of red wine and gave it to Patrick.

However, Patrick ignored the glass and instead gave Mathew a cold stare.

Despite his large figure, Mathew gave Patrick a deep bow.

There was a smile on his lips and sweat dripped down his face.

In a sincere voice, he said, "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nelson. Allow me to propose a toast to you. Please forgive me for making you wait for so long."

Immediately, everyone outside the hotel was taken aback by what they had witnessed.