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The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 478: In Turmoil
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“What? I know nothing about it! Don’t involve me!” Ritchie protested.
“How dare you talk back to me?!” Patrick was so angry that he slapped Ritchie across the face.
“I’ve spent a fortune for you to study abroad. And this is the thanks I get?” This was the second beating Ritchie had received
today. He was a grown man and felt utterly humiliated.
“Damn it! Damn you! I already told you that I have nothing to do with it! It’s all mom’s fault!” Ritchie couldn’t hold himself back
anymore and spat on the ground angrily.
“You sentabroad because you were afraid that I would end up in sshitty community college and disgrace the whole
family! You think I don’t know that? You’ve always been ashamed of me! You’ve always thought that Seth and Ethan were way
better than me! You’ve always wanted to beatup, right, Patrick Lester?”

Ritchie finally gave vent to all his pent up feelings over the years. Patrick stomped his foot angrily. He hated it when people tried
to go against him. In his eyes, Ritchie was just trying to piss him off.
“How dare you?! I’ll beat the crap out of you!” He was so angry that his face turned as red as a tomato. He looked around the
room until his eyes fell on a mop. He grabbed it and raised it above his head, poised to hit Ritchie.
But Ritchie acted fast. He jumped up and ran around in the living room.
“Mom! Help me! He’s trying to kill me!” Ritchie hid behind Elissa like a little child.
Elissa gritted her teeth and dodged Patrick’s advances. She roared irritably, “Patrick Lester! What the hell are you trying to do?
Do you want to break up this family?”
Just as Patrick was about to swing the mop, the phone in the living room suddenly rang. Amidst the chaos, the boldest of the
servants went to answer the phone.
“Hello, Lester residence. You want to speak with Mr. Lester? I’m afraid he’s... Busy right now.”
The servant glanced at Patrick, who was about to hit Ritchie with the mop. The caller seemed persistent so she handed over the
phone to Patrick, her body trembling slightly.
“Sir, it’s your assistant.” Patrick was in a fit of rage. He snatched the phone from her impatiently and spat into the receiver,
“What?”

“The police have caught several of our men. The man who was sent to kill Ethan is among them,” the assistant reported
anxiously.
“Sir, we have to get him out of there. If the police followed this lead, they’ll trace it back to the Lester family soon. We have to
stop them!” The assistant was so anxious that he raised his voice. Patrick heard his words loud and clear. Ritchie, Elissa, and
Patrick all froze in place with a look of horror on their faces.
Ritchie cursed, “Fuck! Ethan moved really fast! Mom, we’re in trouble now!”
Elissa’s face turned ghastly pale. She tugged at Patrick’s arm and asked desperately, “What should we do now?” The mother’s
and son’s reaction gave Patrick a headache. He hung up the phone and said through gritted teeth, “This is all your damned fault.
This isn’t over!”
Then he stormed out and slammed the door behind him. When Patrick left the house, Elissa’s knees buckled from underneath
her and she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.