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.

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

out to check the increased number of people outside and immediately thought of her conversation

It won't affect

things low-key and

weird, so he called Patrick, "Patrick,

low, and he sounded pissed. "I told them to protect Vera and Theodore. If it's not a good time,, I'll

the crap. What happened to

"They

warehouse that didn't match his usual style

cigarette butts on the ground and some junk piled

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

guards stood at the door, and three more guarded each side of

bruised eyes. The dude was unrecognizable, but his build

on the side, and

like a cold blade, filled with a chilling intent as he

mouth was bloodied, and he just shook his head

not only photos of 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

meet Patrick's gaze. His swollen eyes hurt, and he could only see through a narrow slit. But whenever he met Patrick's eyes, he felt a surge of

the room fell into an eerie

Patrick's cold voice broke the silence, his tone drawn out, "A photographer, huh? You

subordinates got the hint and moved

as he looked at the sinister decision-maker opposite him. He nervously watched the men approaching him, "What are

up and turned away, moving to his previous spot. The night, as dark as ink,

cigarette, and lit it with a match. Just then, his phone buzzed