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

the increased number of people outside and immediately thought

nothing, Cindy. It won't affect

style; he liked to keep things low-key

was weird, so he

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

crap. What happened to them?" Shawn

"They were

up, Patrick stood in a warehouse that didn't match his

the ground and

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 three more guarded each

nose, red face, and bruised eyes. The dude was unrecognizable, but his

the side, and Patrick

with a

he just

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

could only see through a narrow slit. But whenever he met

an eerie silence. The subordinates on the side stayed

cold voice broke the silence, his tone drawn out,

and moved

guy's pupils contracted in fear as he looked at the sinister decision-maker opposite him. He nervously watched the men approaching

to his previous spot. The night, as dark

out a cigarette, and lit it with a match.