The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 402 The Kind-hearted Molly

Vera rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought. "With gambling under tight watch, dens wouldn't hide anyone. Clubs are out since they'd be broke. Hospitals might work-they could get admitted first, pay later, and have food and a place

to sleep."

Randall got excited. "Exactly! I checked surveillance for two days but found nothing."

He followed the footage to a container yard, searched alleys with the police all night, but came up empty.

He then explored nearby towns. "Even the village dogs stopped barking at me."

Vera and Molly laughed. "Why?"

Randall grinned. "I went so often, the dogs thought I was a local."

Their laughter filled the room as Patrick came home, his worries melting away at the sound.

Shawn also heard the laughter and smiled. Seeing Patrick, he pointed to the backyard. "Go ahead, Vera. Molly and Randall are chatting."

Patrick headed to the backyard.

"And then?" Vera asked eagerly.

Randall said, "I didn't find Dylan and Joe, but I made friends with two dogs."

He realized they had been outsmarted.

It seemed that Dennis had anticipated they would only rely on surveillance footage.

had no relatives; Randall was their closest

while, Randall calmed down and began to think about the places Dylan and Joe

a suspicious

skills, but they sure knew

were short on cash, they'd put on a show and call Cindy, asking her

Joe were perfectly fine, the doctors would

Silvershore City for several days now, but he hadn't made any progress. He felt embarrassed

luck, he crisscrossed the city, checking

he couldn't find any information on Dylan

asked,

said, "Hospitals need patient info, but one place doesn't because the people there might not know their own names." Molly

shrugged. "Because

"What?"

Dylan and Joe in a mental

Vera were

asked, "Are they really crazy or just

"They seem genuinely crazy

been listening from the living room,

up, pride all over his face. "Patrick, I'm

a chair. Vera quickly patted the spot

those of a schoolgirl reserving a seat

chair closer to Patrick, and their chairs were pressed together with no gap

against her, and wished he could keep her close, carrying her wherever he went. Randall, back after days away, couldn't keep

Randall. "Say that one more time and see what happens! Maybe

bother you when I cling to my husband? Are you jealous? We're in love, and you don't even have a wife. Typical

Vera into his lap. "Come on, sit