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.

a dozen new faces here, even the security guards are different. What's going on?

out to check the increased number of people outside and

nothing, Cindy. It won't

low-key and valued

so he called Patrick, "Patrick,

"I told them to protect Vera and Theodore. If it's not a

the crap. What happened to them?" Shawn asked

replied, "They were secretly

warehouse that didn't match his usual style at

a few 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 to a chair, like a judge. There were several cameras on the side. Patrick walked over

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

with a swollen nose, red face, and bruised eyes.

on the side, and Patrick had already

with a chilling

guy's mouth was bloodied, and he just

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

gaze. His swollen eyes hurt, and he could only see

fell into an eerie

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

the hint and

him. He nervously watched the men approaching him, "What are you gonna do?" His voice

to his previous spot. The night, as dark as ink, surrounded him.

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