The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter205 Randall Drinks

Vera smiled and said, "I got married in a hurry, during the summer holiday. He's coming to pick me up tonight. You'll know when you see him." Vera kept the true identity of her husband a secret.

If she were to reveal it herself, she wouldn't have a moment's peace tonight.

Some people still tried to ask about Vera's husband, but Vera shook her head and refused to say anything.

Patrick's wife's identity was enough to make her the center of attention tonight.

Some even tried to get information from Mia, who looked at them as if they were out of their minds. She couldn't understand why they thought she would reveal anything about Vera.

In a place Mia wasn't familiar with, behind some decorative plants, stood two men watching the women.

One of them was Eric, whom Randall despised the most.

Eric held a bottle of wine and, with his friend, hid in the shadows, admiring Mia's face.

"I feel a physical desire for her again. From the first time I saw her, I was attracted by her," Eric said, staring at Mia's face, fantasizing about her. "How can I make love to her, kiss her, and torment her?" He glanced at the group of laughing girls and then at the hotel's unused swimming pool.

It was lively in the summer when everyone would swim, but now, in the cold season, it was deserted.

The man beside Eric grinned wickedly. "If you want to kiss her, it's easy. A pure girl like her, with a little planning, will be at your beck and call."

Eric was interested. "You have a good idea?"

"How could I let you down, my friend?"

They laughed evilly and clinked their bottles together.

dare to mess with Vera easily because they had heard of several instances

Randall had been beaten up by her three times, and twice he had to take a few days off to

her, one had to defeat her

if she was unhappy, she would directly use her fists, and the next

that coming here would inevitably involve

round ended in a draw, so

This time, let's go with bottles. Ten thousand dollars per round, are

he said, "Ten thousand is too much. Since it's a class reunion, one thousand dollars per round

to lose, why don't you put one of the beauties beside you on the

crude joke. He looked up, his eyes filled with anger. "Afraid of losing? If you really want to go big, then one

gaze finally landing on the man who had

had mocked Randall had a frozen

but one million? If he lost one round, he would lose a million

Why not? It's thrilling," Eric walked over, patting the man Randall had provoked. "Stephen, you can't miss out on

"Eric, I..."

Let's have some fun. If you lose a million dollars, I'll cover it for you. If you win, the money is yours. How about that?" "Wow, Eric, you're

for it. Someone's covering your losses, and you get to keep the winnings.

Don't worry. Even if you lose, I

the troublemaker Eric, feeling slightly uneasy. He glanced toward Mia

if we're playing, let's play big. Randall, one million dollars per round, I'm in.

it on the table. Eric did the same,

all the cans were cleared from the

the bottles, signaling the start of the

noticed the commotion. "Wow, Randall and Stephen are having a

then