Chapter 540

Chapter 540

It was men’s night entertainment time.

Working during the day and relaxing at night. They drank, dined, and chatted in groups, or went to

romantic places to spend money, such as bars, or even casinos.

Charles invited a few of his friends to meet at the club today. They were all over 30 years old. They

were not interested in the romantic place. For them, boxing was a better choice.

“Mr. Shepherd is such a decent family man.”

The waiter at the club was very familiar with him and teased him.

Charles put on his gloves and laughed in a good mood. “I'm still a successful single. I still need to

swan off for several years. You can talk to your big boss later about the title of the decent family

man,”

The waiter looked around carefully and saw that Patrick had not arrived yet. He immediately

whispered, “Our boss bought a batch of new horses last week. It seems that he wants to teach Miss

Dickens to ride a horse. He specially chose a docile little white one. However, Miss. Dickens disliked

it.”

Hearing that, Charles was excited. “No wonder those guys said last week that they couldn't ask

Patrick to play golf. He took Christina to ride a horse.”

Patrick looked after Christina too much. Apart from letting her stay in Hopkins family, he even

meddled in the things about having a cat.

“Is this a henpecked husband or a wife under husband's control?” After Patrick got married, he had

less time to play with them.

The members of the club respected Patrick very much. “Our big boss is very serious about

marriage.”

Whether a man really succeeds depended most directly on his marriage.

Before Patrick got married, he was not interested in romantic places. He was very serious about

things. After he got married, he treated his wife with respect and did not flirt with others. Therefore,

they all respected him genuinely.

Thinking of Patrick and Christina, this couple, Charles couldn't help but complain.

“You don’t know. The senior Mr. Hopkins asked Junior Mrs. Hopkins to copy the Tao Te Ching all day

long, which formulated the management spirit of inaction. She treated your big boss in this way.”

Charles spoke ill of others arrogantly and laughs aggressively.

"What are you talking about? Why are you so happy?”

Chandler's face took on an unhealthy whitish hue. His voice was low with a forced smile as he slowly

walked in.

Originally, he didn’t want to go out, but Charles was too annoying.

“Chandler, are you still living outside alone?”

Charles immediately walked over and changed the subject. Looking at his weak face, he couldn't

help but sigh. “Is it difficult for you to eat on time every day? How many times you've been

hospitalized with stomach bleeding.”

Sometimes, he really suspected that Chandler has a masochistic tendency.

Chandler didn't want to say too much. He just nodded and sat down. He didn't live in the

Stephenson family now. He lived alone in a newly bought villa.

“Charles, hurry up and take a beating. I'm here as an audience.”

Chandler was as vicious as ever, but now he was weak.

Charles smiled brightly and waved the red gloves of his hands like a big crab.

He shouted, “Don’t always be an audience. In life, you have to perform well. Even if you suffered a

crushing defeat, you have had a glorious moment on the stage... Today you have to be the main

character. Chandler, come on to fight. I'll accompany you to practice, even if beat by you as a

sandbag.”

The waiter at the club also advised, “Mr. Stephenson, there is someone to guide you. Don't worry.

It's fun to do it as an ordinary physical exercise.”

Chandler knew that Charles and the others had good intentions, but he had no desire and tended

to refuse.

Two slightly heavy blue gloves were thrown at him. Chandler was a little caught off guard and

instinctively picked up the gloves. He looked up in a daze.

Patrick walked towards them.

“Mr. Hopkins.” The members of the club greeted together.

Patrick looked at Chandler and pointed at the boxing ring.

“Take Mr. Stephenson to the dressing room.” He gave orders directly to the statt next to him with a

low voice.

Regardless of whether Chandler wanted it or not, the two tall and burly employees immediately

picked

up the skinny Chandler and respectfully said, “Mr. Stephenson, we'll take you to the dressing room.”

They dragged him directly away.

Chandler did not resist, just laughed inside.

Patrick informed him directly without discussing with him.

Charles smirked at the side. “Chandler is getting more and more sissy. He needed to be forced to do

something.”

Today, when Patrick was in the audience, Charles and Chandler weren't professional, trying all sorts

of dodges as if they were acting. But Chandler, who had never boxed on stage, was already bathed

in sweat. He panted and punched as hard as he could.

Every time Charles boxed with Patrick, he was beaten up as a practice partner. He felt so proud of

himself today.

“Chandler, can you punch me with all your might? I put my face over, and you can't hit me. How can

you be a man...”

And then, Chandler was so lucky to punched Charles in the nose with his right fist.

Suddenly, Mr. Shepherd shouted in pain, “You really hit my face. How can you do such a wicked

thing?”

Patrick chuckled below the stage .

The rest of the onlookers also laughed flatteringly.

At the end of the funny boxing match, Mr. Shepherd claimed that his handsome face was injured

and he had to treat it immediately. Chandler bent down, held his knees with both hands, and

gasped heavily. He was drenched in sweat, with beads of sweat dripped down his short hair.

He was exhausted, but happy.

It seemed that the big stone in his heart had been moved away. He was very tired but relaxed.

After they went into the bathroom to take a shower and change their new clothes, Charles lift his

head and immediately drank a large glass of ice water. Chandler held a glass of warm water,

stretching his muscles and bones. They looked at each other, smiled.

"You used to sit under the stage and watch us box. How are you feeling now? Not bad, right?”

“Not bad.”

Chandler replied. He felt he needed a glass of glucose. He had never boxed on stage and was a little

physically tired.

11:25 AM

up the skinny Chandler and respectfully said, “Mr. Stephenson, we'll take you to the dressing room.”

They dragged him directly away.

Chandler did not resist, just laughed inside.

Patrick informed him directly without discussing with him.

Charles Smirked at the side. “Chandler is getting more and more sissy. He needed to be forced to

do something.”

Today, when Patrick was in the audience, Charles and Chandler weren't professional, trying all sorts

of dodges as if they were acting. But Chandler, who had never boxed on stage, was already bathed

in sweat. He panted and punched as hard as he could.

Every time Charles boxed with Patrick, he was beaten up as a practice partner. He felt so proud of

himself today.

“Chandler, can you punch me with all your might? I put my face over, and you can't hit me. How can

you be a man..."

And then, Chandler was so lucky to punched Charles in the nose with his right fist.

Suddenly, Mr. Shepherd shouted in pain, “You really hit my face. How can you do such a wicked

thing?”

Patrick chuckled below the stage.

The rest of the onlookers also laughed flatteringly.

At the end of the funny boxing match, Mr. Shepherd claimed that his handsome face was injured

and he had to treat it immediately. Chandler bent down, held his knees with both hands, and

gasped heavily. He was drenched in sweat, with beads of sweat dripped down his short hair.

He was exhausted, but happy.

It seemed that the big stone in his heart had been moved away. He was very tired but relaxed.

After they went into the bathroom to take a shower and change their new clothes, Charles lift his

head and immediately drank a large glass of ice water. Chandler held a glass of warm water,

stretching his muscles and bones. They looked at each other, smiled.

“You used to sit under the stage and watch us box. How are you feeling now? Not bad, right?”

“Not bad.”

Chandler replied. He felt he needed a glass of glucose. He had never boxed on stage and was a little

physically tired.

Charles tutted and tacitly ordered the staff, “Bring a glass of glucose.”

“Thank you.”

Chandler's relationship with his family had always been lukewarm, but he was especially grateful to

know a few good brothers.

"Actually, it was Patrick who asked me to invite you this time.”

Charles talked too much among them, so he often need to pass the message. Patrick was a man of

few words, but if he specifically mentioned something, it must be important.

“What's the matter?”

Chandler strode towards the booth. There were some guesses and expectations in his heart.

Patrick heard from Charles that Chandler was overworked and forgot to eat. He was hospitalized

with a stomach hemorrhage. He didn’t want to meddle in others’ affairs, but things turned out like

this, he was willing to do whatever he could.

“It's the French address.” Patrick simply handed over a note.

Chandler was very excited and immediately took a closer look.

Patrick didn't explain much. Everyone knew that this French address was the place where Crystal

lived recently. It was in an old city in Paris.

Chandler recovered soon. His face was still a little pale, but he was already planning to buy a plane

ticket and fly over tomorrow.

Charles smiled evilly and patted Chandler on the shoulder. Like a magic trick, he deliberately

exaggerated and shouted, “Thud, thud, thud, see if this is the business class ticket you dropped.”

Chandler glanced at the date of the ticket. It was on the morning flight tomorrow.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

The friendship of men was sometimes childish.

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