The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 632: The Music Mr. Olteran Likes

Shawn freaked out, thinking Molly might get stung, so he dashed over and covered her head to protect her from the bees.

Randall, worried about Susan, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled her close, shielding her as they moved away.

Suddenly, Wesley's gut-wrenching screams echoed through the yard.

Theodore was getting drowsy, but the noise jolted him awake, and he started bawling.

Wesley snapped, "Damn it, Patrick's going to suffer. Even if we mess up, someone else will go after his family. A bastard like him is destined to lose everything and go to hell. Vera and Molly, I won't let you off the hook." Randall recorded this on his phone and quickly sent it to Patrick overseas, along with a brief update on the situation back home.

Patrick's phone buzzed. He glanced at the message, his eyes narrowing. He opened the video and, seeing the content, smirked proudly.

He wasn't sure whether to commend or scold these guys.

"Still waiting for your son's message?"

This dinner was the most tense one Cole had ever been to. "Mr. Olteran, I don't get what you're saying."

Patrick replied, "If I'm not mistaken, Wesley is probably your favorite son. He went to my place in Zandonick to confirm if my son was with Jeffrey. If he was, you wanted the rights to my mining area. If not, you'd cut ties with Jeffrey." Cole said, "Mr. Olteran, you have quite the imagination."

Patrick rotated his phone to give Cole a clearer view of the video. Wesley was hanging upside down, screaming his head off, mixed with the cries of a baby.

Cole, shocked, sat up straight, watching the video of Wesley in pain. 'How could this be!'

Patrick, recognizing his son's cries, said, "My baby was scared to tears by your son."

"Patrick, let my son go."

down his phone, the room filling with smoke again. "Then why did you mess

his face sagging. He had no leverage over Patrick, and his son was under Patrick's control. "What do you

choice. Give

it. You're just a businessman.

Then you bought and merged it at a low price." "Three years ago, a reporter exposed how the Rossi Group was using materials with toxic substances. That journalist died overnight, and you hired a hitman on the Dark Web that same day. Two years ago..." "Enough!" Cole roared, "Patrick, who are you to accuse me? You're

with disdain. "Jeffrey is dead; Emma is living a fate worse than death. I'm giving you

looked down to see Rossi

Patrick smiled silently.

Cole said, trying to hold on. "If I die,

faint smile. "No, I'll use

you want?" Cole

don't deserve to hear me say it three

company. Just let my son

Patrick sneered. "Not interested."

Wesley would be torn

and baby I'd be home early today, so they can see me when they wake up tomorrow. If it gets any later, I'll make the choice

Cole a fork. "A

son?" Cole asked, but Patrick

two men at the

"Yes, Mr. Olteran!"

went downstairs and got into the waiting car. He glanced at the stock price info on his phone. "Keep

"Yes, Mr. Olteran."

home tonight. I need to arrive by 7 AM tomorrow.

a diaper change at 8 AM every day, and both Vera and Theodore would be awake by

"Understood."

Patrick played the recording of his crying in