Chapter 187

Lydia bit down hard, tearing Patrick's lip. Reeling from the pain, Patrick touched the blood on his lip and gave a wicked smile. "How dare you bite me? You must have a death wish." With a swift motion, he snapped Lydia's neck. "No!" Rose screamed, watching in horror as her secretary and close companion of several years died before her eyes. Patrick smirked. "What a fragile neck. I barely used any force, and she died. Here, you can have her back." He tossed Lydia's lifeless body in front of Rose. The room fell silent. Everyone was terrified after witnessing the brutal murder. Rose clutched Lydia's body. Overwhelmed with grief, tears streamed down her face. "Don't cry yet, Rose. This is just the beginning," Patrick said, his voice dripping with malice. "This is the price you pay for making the wrong choice. If you had chosen to be with me from the start, no one would have died because of you." "I don't like forcing women, but for those who defy me, I enjoy making them suffer," he