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.

in the self-rocking crib nearby but then remembered Theodore had been practicing rolling over and might

the departing Randall with

computer desk, switched on his computer, and skillfully entered the Dark Web address to search

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

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

the company and went to Patrick's office. "Patrick, it's all taken care of,"

crib, vigorously sucking on his hand

formula on his wrist, then walked over and squatted down to pick up Theodore. He removed his hand and fed

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

this car is even more comfortable than

on Susan's lap in the passenger seat. "Totally different." Susan

late class because she had scheduled an extra session in the evening. To save time for vacations, she had also arranged

o'clock, Vera was in class, frequently checking her phone. By

few students listening in the back, and Vera was one of them. She texted

by students leisurely enjoying their college life.

full blast, Patrick texted back: [Okay, I'll work late

him, but three minutes later, she sent a photo. [Honey, is

[Check the

forum had a thread titled: [Did Mr.

historical replies were all pictures of his car or

class, he also checked other

photo of them on the forum: [Vera and Mr. Olteran's baby came