My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 641

Patrick and the others couldn’t understand the native language, so they completely relied on Lily, the

translator

Lily asked in the native language, “Samba, do you want to find her?”

Samba Mpped out instantly.

He shouted and flailed his hands in the air, saying that his cub had disappeared in a cave and he

needed to find her.

Everyone present could see how agitated he was.

After a while, Lily turned and told Patrick, “He said he caught her in the forest and raped her in his

cave.”

Everyone froze in shock.

Samba had spent a long time with Christina so he could understand what Lily had said. He was

provoked and pounced upon her fiercely.

He yelled that he hadn’t hurt the cub and would never do that.

The barbarian guards knocked him off his feet and maliciously beat him. Samba was severely injured

and crouched on the ground with blood on his arms and in his mouth, panting heavily.

Lily took a step back and added, “The barbarian said after he raped her, she never gave up escaping

from him.”

“Women are valuable here so he sold her to Leona. Leona’s hut caught on fire last night and she was

burned to death.”

“He empathized that he raped and sold her but didn’t kill her. She died of the fire so it was not his fault.”

Charles’s eyes reddened. He clutched the gun and fired a succession of shots at Samba.

Samba dodged in panic. He’d long registered what these guys had was fatal. However, being badly

injured, he moved a beat too late and got hit on his right leg. The wound was just a small hole on the

look of it so Samba thought it was no big deal. He pushed away the barbarian guards and rushed

outwards, desperate to find his cub.

Bang

Patrick shot a bullet into his heart indifferently.

Samba lifted his hand and touched the bleeding hole in his chest. It looked very small but it hurt like

hell.

Samba’s large body slumped to the ground.

Charles’s fury subsided a bit when he looked at Samba’s colossal, motionless body. He’d used all the

bullets but only hit his right leg. Fortunately, Patrick had killed him before he escaped.

The barbarian’s blood was thick and smelly.

Charles and the other stared at the body of Samba with a heavy heart and a lump in their throats. No

one dared to break the silence.

“Where’s Leona?” Patrick asked Raphael bleakly.’

Raphael was surprised that Patrick had killed Samba so casually. He answered in a calm voice,

“Please leave him alive for the time being. We need him to find my sister’s remains.”

Patrick seemed to have been blown hard and muttered expressionlessly, “remains.”

Suddenly, he whipped around and shouted at the entrance, “Bring Leona in.”

Raphael was startled. All eyes swung to the entrance.

Alan and his men pushed Leona in and threw him to the ground in front of Patrick. He was dressed in

flamboyant colors with gems piling around his neck. Apparently, he’d lived a really good life. But now,

he had bruises and swellings over his face and his nose was crooked in a strange angle. His hands

were tied behind his back.

Leona struggled to get up and was terrified to find Samba’s lifeless body covered with wounds and

blood.

Leona knew that he couldn’t afford to provoke these guys and shouted at Patrick as if he wanted to

explain himself.

Charles and the others looked warily at Leona. They couldn’t understand what he was shouting.

Patrick lifted the gun and aimed at the heart of Leona. Raphael immediately stopped him with a frown.

“Don’t kill him.”

Patrick ignored him and slightly pulled the trigger as though he’d made up his mind. He looked at

Leona apathetically as if he was already dead.

Horrified by the idea that he was going to die in a nasty way like Samba, Leona bolted to Raphael and

roared at him, asking for help.

At this time, an old woman hurried in. She was the Matriarch, Leona’s mother.

She froze in distress when she saw Samba’s body. He was her son too.

Then she looked at Leona nervously and asked him to leave Raphael. Leona wouldn’t so they started

to quarrel.

It didn’t make sense that the Matriarch rushed in but only argued with her son

Patrick’s lips outlined a mocking curve as he put down his gun. He had no intention to kill Leona at all.

The Matriarch had a big fight with Leona. Although they spoke their language, it was obvious that they

had serious disagreements.

The Matriarch walked to Raphael in fury and bawled at him for breaking his promise.

Charles and the others didn’t know what was going on but it seemed that the Matriarch had known

Raphael for a long time.

Raphael grew grouchy being pestered by the woman, his eyes a bit evasive.

“Raphael, are you trying to get this part of the scepter?”

Patrick took out a stick-like thing wrapped in black silk from behind his back. With an icy smile, he

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In the silk was the golden end of a medallic scepter with ancient letters carved on its surface. It was

about fifty centimeters long and was one of the three parts of the Golden Scepter.

Raphael stared mouth-opened at the scepter in Patrick’s hand. His face turned frigid.

It was supposed to be in the Matriarch’s hand. Raphael had been hellbent to get it and even threatened

the Matriarch with her son. How had Patrick managed to get it before him?

“Where is Christina?”

Patrick didn’t feel like negotiating with a despicable man like Raphael and cut to the chase.

He didn’t believe that Christina was dead.

Raphael wanted this scepter, so they could make a deal.

Charles turned his eyes to Raphael and realized that he’d fooled them. Raphael had asked Lily to tell

them a load of crap and deceived them.

“Raphael, you ingrate.”

Charles was incensed and stormed to Raphael to beat him. Gary stopped him. They had more

important things to do now

“Patrick, how did you find it out?” Raphael admitted it and asked.

None of the understood the Indigenous language so Raphael thought he had the whole palace in

control. How had Patrick figured out his scheme and got the scepter from the Matriarch?

Patrick didn’t deign to answer him.

He narrowed her eyes and repeated his question, “Where is Christina?”

As he spoke, Patrick deliberately fiddled around with the scepter in his hand. He could destroy it any

second so that Raphael would never get it.

Raphael was a smart man and understood Patrick’s threat immediately.

“Okay, you win.”

Raphael sounded relaxed instead of dispirited. It seemed that he was thrilled by what was going to

happen.

“Go to my room and bring my little sister over.”