The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 584 Half a Face

Vera said firmly, "No way."

The first person that popped into her head was Jeffrey. When she first scoped out the area, she was on the lookout for him. She didn't spot him, but she remembered his general build. "Even if Jeffrey's build changed, his voice wouldn't. That wasn't him!" If it had been Jeffrey, Vera wouldn't have asked so many questions; she would've just acted.

Patrick believed her. If it had been Jeffrey, he wouldn't have been able to resist attacking them.

"Honey, I'm heading to school," Vera said, worried. "If he targets me, I can handle it. But if it's Theodore, I don't think I could protect him."

Theodore was sleeping soundly in her arms. Vera looked at his peaceful face, worried he might be in danger.

Patrick was quiet in the car for a bit. He cranked up the AC and drove straight home.

After dropping Vera off, Patrick took off right away.

Shawn, leaning on a cane, stood at the door watching Patrick hustle. "Even the President isn't as busy as him." Vera shot back, "You must've lost your game, or you wouldn't have time to complain about my husband."

Shawn, looking grumpy, retorted, "Vera, you've been with Patrick so long, you're just as annoying as he is."

"Oh, so you did lose." If he hadn't, Shawn would be waving his phone around, proving he hadn't lost. Now, with that mild tone and plain reaction, he must've lost big time. Shawn said, "Top up my account."

Vera replied, "Nope!"

With that, she carried the now-awake Theodore upstairs.

That evening, a bunch of strangers showed up at the Olteran house, even Cindy, who usually wasn't very observant, noticed.

faces here, even the security guards are different. What's going on? When I

of people outside and immediately thought of her

Cindy. It won't affect us,"

Patrick's style; he liked to keep things low-key

situation earlier was weird, so he

told them to protect Vera and Theodore. If it's not a good time,,

crap. What happened to them?" Shawn asked

"They were

stood in a warehouse that didn't match his usual

few cigarette butts on the ground

the dust from the place. He turned around, his shiny leather shoes crushing the still-glowing cigarette butts. Holding his phone, he walked step by step towards the guy tied to a chair, like a judge. There were several cameras on the side. Patrick walked over and sat in

at the door, and three more guarded

with a swollen nose, red face, and bruised eyes. The dude was unrecognizable,

were laid out on the side, and Patrick

cold blade, filled with a chilling intent as he

guy's mouth was bloodied, and he just shook

Vera and Theodore from today but also wedding photos of Sebastian and Molly, and even some of Susan. There were even sneaky shots of them in the parking lot. Patrick leaned back in his chair, exuding a dark aura. He rubbed his fingers together, staring at the guy opposite

hurt, and he could only see through a narrow

rubbing his fingers, and the room fell into an eerie silence. The subordinates on the

his tone drawn out, "A photographer, huh? You can't do without

and moved closer to the

sinister decision-maker opposite him. He nervously watched the men approaching him, "What are you gonna do?" His

away, moving to his previous spot. The night, as dark as

up the cigarette pack he had left on the windowsill earlier, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a match. Just then, his phone buzzed