The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 604 Susan Wanted to Buy a Car

Patrick shot a look at the troublemaker. "His grandma picked him up."

Randall thought it was because of him. He plopped down in front of Patrick. "Patrick, I'm sorry. Can I get my McLaren back?"

Patrick leaned back, eyeing Randall who was finally owning up. "Nope. You've made my kid cry too many times. No cars for you for a few months."

Randall couldn't believe he forgot how many ways Patrick had to mess with him, yet he still went and scared Theodore. "Patrick, it's my bad. Can we change the punishment? That car's too flashy. Susan wouldn't even ride with me this morning." Patrick shook his head. "This is a lesson in thinking ahead. No car for you. Either you don't drive, or you take the pink one."

"Patrick, I'm your actual nephew," Randall pleaded.

"If you weren't, you'd be dead by now," Patrick shot back.

Randall left, frustrated and trying to figure out his transportation problem. He could buy a new car, but Patrick could just take it away. Unless he used his own money.

Randall slumped in his chair, feeling the weight of his troubles. 'Should've made more money earlier.'

At lunch, Susan and Vera sat across from each other. Normally, they'd chat for an hour while eating, but today they were both glued to their phones.

Susan was texting Ulysses, while Vera was talking to the photography studio, checking out sample photos. By the end of their meal, both of them had finished their business and put down their phones.

Vera turned to Susan. "Susan, when you get home tonight, warn Randall for me. If he makes my son cry again, my fist will make him cry. And tell him he'll have a son someday! He should think about that before he acts. Or I won't go easy on his kid just because of you."

Susan pouted cutely. "Okay." She also thought Randall was too much. How could he make the adorable Theodore cry? After a moment, she asked, "Vera, what do you mean by the last part?"

replied. Susan went back to class, still

the afternoon, Randall took a taxi to pick her up. As soon as Susan got in, she told the driver, "Take us

are we

want to buy

car, I'll be the one driving it." Randall fell silent, turning to look at Susan, who was smiling sweetly at

buy me a car,"

myself, but you have to drive it for me until

for her. She'd secretly asked Ulysses for a few hundred thousand dollars at noon,

want a car,"

buy it for you later." Randall raised his voice, then corrected the

a car, daily commuting would be a

glanced at Susan, who was trying to buy him a car. As a grown man, he didn't want to be

know, acting cute won't

just being

and shot back, "I can

"That's true, but you should also

meet Susan's gaze. She hadn't said a word, but her eyes, filled with a mix of pleading and concern, said it

wrist. His tone softened. "Alright, don't feel bad.

listened to Randall and didn't push any further. In the car, she relayed Vera's words from noon to Randall verbatim. "Randall, do you know what the last sentence means? Vera told me you know it," Susan

moving slightly. He was silent for a few seconds before answering, "I

driver immediately chimed

Susan both looked at the driver, one curious and the

would bully