Patrick drove, speeding all the way to Candice's place.
"Candy, Candy!" He knocked on the door, calling out with urgency in his voice.
Candice's crying voice came from inside, "Let go of me, you thug! Let go of me!"
Soon, a man's voice followed, "You bitch, I spent so much money on you, entertaining you at the bar every day. Now you say you won't do it anymore?"
Patrick's face darkened, and he kicked open the door.
Inside, the room was in disarray.
Candice, disheveled, rushed out from the room.
Behind her, there was a man with dyed blonde hair.
"Paddy, save me." The moment Candice saw Patrick, she quickly threw herself into his arms, panic-stricken.
"You bitch, I've spent so much money on you, entertained you at the bar every day. Now, you say you won't do it anymore?" The blonde-haired man cursed, his leering eyes fixed on Candice.
"I've already resigned. I won't sing at the bar anymore," Candice cried.
"Not singing is okay. Accompany me for a night, please me, and everything will be fine," the man said while reaching out to pull Candice.
Candice hid behind Patrick, trembling all over. "Don't come over, Paddy, I'm so scared."
Patrick coldly glanced at the blonde-haired man, blocking his hand from reaching Candice, and pushed him to the ground.
"Do you dare to meddle in others' affairs?" The man grumbled on the ground, attempting to get up.
Patrick directly stepped on his chest. "Get lost!"
His powerful and icy aura overwhelmed the man. The more he looked at Patrick, the more familiar he seemed. Fearful, he stammered, "You... You're Mr. Pansy?"
"Do you now know who Paddy is? Paddy won't let you bully me!" Candice held onto Patrick's arm, glaring fiercely at the blonde man.
"Mr. Pansy, I didn't know Angela was your woman. I was blind and didn't recognize Mount Tai. Please forgive me, don't compare me to you," the man apologized, bowing to Patrick.
Patrick frowned. "Still not leaving?"
"Yes, yes, I'm leaving." The man nodded hastily, quickly running out.
"Candy, it's okay now. Don't be afraid," Patrick reassured her, glancing at Candice and lifting his lips slightly.
Candice tightly grabbed Patrick's arm, leaning against his chest, crying softly. "Paddy, thanks to you today, otherwise, I'm afraid I would have..."
"Who was that person just now?" Patrick asked in a low voice.
Candice sobbed, "He was a former customer from the bar who had been bothering me. I didn't expect him to come to my house today and try to assault me. Paddy, if it weren't for you, I think I would have been violated by him by now."
Patrick patted Candice's shoulder, his voice gentle. "Candy, stop crying. It's over."
Candice wiped away her tears. "Paddy, I'm really scared. Can you stay with me tonight?"
Seeing the tearful Candice in front of him, the refusal was stuck in Patrick's throat. He nodded gently.
"Paddy, you're too good to me!" Candice reached out, circled Patrick's neck, and whispered in his ear with a scent like orchids.
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