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."

room filling with smoke

reddened, his face sagging. He had no leverage over Patrick, and his son was

Give

Patrick. "Don't push it. You're just

years ago, a reporter exposed how the Rossi Group was using materials with toxic substances. That journalist died overnight, and you hired a

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

looked down to see Rossi

Patrick smiled silently.

easy target for revenge," Cole said, trying to hold on. "If I

faint smile. "No, I'll use you as an

you want?" Cole asked

him. "You don't deserve to hear me say

company. Just let my son

Patrick sneered. "Not interested."

scheming Cole and Wesley would be torn apart by Wyatt

at the darkening sky. "It's getting late. I promised my wife 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 for

up, handing Cole a fork. "A gift

Cole asked, but Patrick

instructed the two men at the door, "Follow him

"Yes, Mr. Olteran!"

and got into the waiting car. He glanced at the

"Yes, Mr. Olteran."

his eyes and instructed, "Book me a flight home tonight. I need to arrive by 7 AM tomorrow.

at 8 AM every day, and both Vera and Theodore would be awake

"Understood."

of Theodore, Patrick played the recording of his crying in