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."

surface. He forced a

is allowed to speak in the

as he finished speaking, the four people who were talking earlier stood up at the same time and left the

so angry that he slammed the plates on the table with his cane, causing them to scatter all over the

four split into two groups and left

what happened this morning. With me around, there will be no peace in your

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

you still not going

on purpose

"Besides, it's them you've angered,

Patrick turned his back to the sun and walked towards the Rolls-Royce

had to go to

as the Rolls-Royce Ghost disappeared from her sight. Her stomach

her bedroom, locked the door, and sat on the couch

in grievance,

about my experience at the Olteran Manor,