The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 610 Theodore's Popularity

Patrick stepped out of the elevator with Theodore in his arms and spotted Randall spinning around in his chair. "Randall, come to my office."

"Sure thing," Randall replied, getting up to follow Patrick.

Theodore turned his head curiously to look at Randall. Randall walked over, scooped up the adorable Theodore, and held him, enjoying the baby's sweet scent.

Theodore kept making baby babbling sounds. Randall complained, "Patrick, your son wants to argue with me."

Patrick cut to the chase. "What's up with the car?"

Randall blinked. "I didn't use the money you gave me. I bought it myself."

Patrick's eyes narrowed. "How did you earn it?"

Randall swallowed nervously, still holding Theodore. "I bought futures."

"Show me which futures you bought," Patrick demanded.

Randall didn't respond or take out his phone. Patrick had already figured it out. He sat in his chair, glaring at Randall. "Do you plan to make money like this from now on just because you have a bit of skill?" Randall looked up, surprised that Patrick had caught on. Patrick wasn't impressed with Randall's capability; he was angry.

Randall's confidence faltered. "Only once."

Patrick's stern gaze made Randall avoid eye contact. Patrick's intimidating presence could even unsettle seasoned business people, let alone a young guy like Randall who hadn't truly entered the workforce. "Put the kid down. I'll give you half a day off. Go and clean up the mess," Patrick instructed.

Theodore had been practicing rolling over and might

at the departing Randall with confused eyes and then looked up at

computer, and skillfully entered the Dark Web

desk, deep in thought. The last time he ventured into the Dark Web, he had been discovered and tracked. Although he managed to shake them off, the Dark Web wouldn't let him off easily. Randall should have stayed low for a while, but he suddenly helped a company solve a problem that no one else could manage, which

wonder Patrick was angry. Randall had made a rash decision without thinking carefully, and now he indeed needed to clean

returned to the company and went to Patrick's

crib,

over and squatted down to pick

nodded and left. Later that afternoon, he parked the car at the university entrance and then hacked into the

car. "Randall, this car is even more comfortable than

his laptop and placed it on Susan's lap in the passenger seat. "Totally different." Susan was all smiles and didn't argue with

extra session in the evening. To save time for vacations, she had also arranged a long

her phone. By now, Patrick and

the podium was holding a microphone, explaining sleep-inducing formulas. There were only a few students listening in the back, and

spot, surrounded by students leisurely enjoying their college life. Theodore was sleeping soundly in Patrick's arms, his little mouth making soft

Patrick texted back: [Okay,

minutes later, she sent a

added: [Check the

University forum had a thread titled: [Did Mr. Olteran pick up his wife

his car. The historical replies were all

leisurely looked through all the photos. While Vera was in class, he also checked

and someone had posted a heartwarming photo of them on the forum: [Vera and Mr. Olteran's baby came to school today.] Someone