Chapter 173 Stabbing Patrick

• Everywhere else in the restaurant was as regal as usual, but it was a warzone on my table. Patrick glared at me, his eyes filled with ambition. “Now that we’re at this point, I don’t mind telling you what I think. You told me not to work for Jonathan, and I’ve thought about it. If I don’t work for him, you want me to work for you? You only pay me like thirty thousand per month. That’s practically slavery! I don’t need your pity, for I can get whatever I want with my own hands! I want to work with Jonathan, for his world is a man’s world! I love his way of living! It’s exciting enough, and it’s way better than you selling your body!”
• I took my cigarette out and lit it with trembling hands before taking a deep breath to calm myself down with it. “You’ll die, Patrick. I left that world because I wanted to get away from dealing with its troubles. I won’t harm you, so listen to me. Peace is what you want, not excitement. We’ve been friends for two decades, so trust me.”
• He took his own cigarette out and lit it up. This never would have happened before this, for every time we smoked, the supplier was either him or me. What was mine was mine and what was yours was yours? That kind of bull never flew between us. “Don’t tell me any bullsh*t about peace, Sam. Your girlfriend is Angelina, the empress of nightclubs. She’s rich, hot, has a big mansion, and is fun to f*ck with. You already made it in life, but what about me? I have to date used goods, and you lied to me for six months! Peace is what I want? Bullsh*t! If that’s true, then why did you become a gigolo?” Patrick shouted the last part of the sentence, and it attracted everyone’s attention as well as mentioning the truth I didn’t want to face, so I slapped him.