The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 28 Manage Your Women

Vera calmly said, "If Patrick loves Emma, then why doesn't he marry her? The truth is, Patrick doesn't love her."

"Vera, just look at yourself. From head to toe, you're filled with cheapness. How did you marry Patrick? Don't you know that in your heart? You and Emma are like an ugly duckling and a swan in comparison."

Vera glanced at Cindy, then finally looked at Cindy's wrist. She looked at the familiar bracelet and said, "I may be cheap, but you are noble. How can I compare myself to you? This bracelet is worth tens of thousands of dollars, and those who know the situation know that the money used to buy this bracelet was earned by my husband. But those who don't know the situation think it was obtained through corruption by my older brother." "Shut up!" Shawn scolded sharply.

Both of them angered his eyes, which turned bloodshot.

Cindy, despite being in her mid-life, was extremely foolish.

Vera, despite being young, spoke casually.

Cindy mentioned Emma, whom he detested, while Vera said something completely illogical.

Vincent's expression also turned gloomy. "Vera, you're still young, so I won't pursue this matter for now."

He then looked at Patrick and said to him, "Manage your women."

but remained calm on the surface. He forced a smile and said, "Same

his teeth and ordered, "From now on, no one is allowed to speak

speaking, the four people who were talking earlier stood up at

his cane, causing them to scatter all over the floor. His

into two groups and left in different

"You witnessed what happened this morning. With me around, there

up at the man bathed in sunlight, Vera thought, 'If looks could be proportional to kindness, that would be great.' Patrick licked his dry lips and said with a rumble in his throat, "I never thought you would say anything

are you still not going to

on purpose and said,

continued, "Besides, it's them

speaking, Patrick turned his back to the

had to

still on vacation. She watched as the Rolls-Royce Ghost disappeared

her bedroom, locked the door, and

grievance, her eyes

my experience at the Olteran Manor, they would