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.

no relatives; Randall was

calmed down and began to think about the places Dylan and Joe might go, especially those he might

circled a suspicious location: the

had many skills, but they sure knew how

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

for the machines indicating that Dylan and Joe were perfectly fine, the doctors would have

now, but he

luck, he crisscrossed the city, checking out

despite his efforts, he couldn't find any

engrossed, asked,

patient info, but one place doesn't because the people there might not know their own names." Molly and Vera were puzzled. "Why wouldn't they know their own

"Because they're

"What?"

"I found Dylan and Joe in a

Vera

really crazy or

said, "They seem

had been listening from the living room, walked to the

up, pride all over

up a chair. Vera quickly patted the spot next to her. "Honey, sit

actions resembled those of a schoolgirl reserving a seat

sat down, Vera stood up and moved her chair closer to Patrick, and their chairs were pressed together with

knew no bounds. He cherished her open, blatant dependence on him. He adored this side of her, felt utterly defenseless against her, and wished he could keep her close, carrying her wherever he went. Randall, back after days away, couldn't keep quiet. "Can you be a bit more

more time and see what

when I cling to my husband? Are you jealous? We're in love, and you don't even have a wife. Typical jealousy. You think I won't stand up to you just because I'm

Vera into his