The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

"Glen has restricted Randall's freedom, and he might even..."

Molly explained everything she did and the reasons behind it to Ellie and Timothy.

After listening, Ellie didn't blame Molly. She said, "Let's eat, the food's getting cold." Ellie even placed a plate of meat in front of Molly. Molly picked up the fork and started eating nervously.

The Olteran family.

Patrick came home.

He walked in and asked Randall, who was on the couch, "Where's Vera?"

Randall replied, "In the bedroom, waiting for you."

Patrick, with his coat draped over his arm, went upstairs to the bedroom.

Inside, Vera had already finished her evening routine and was snuggled under the covers, watching a show on her tablet.

Patrick casually tossed his clothes over the back of the sofa and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Vera's face. He asked, "Did you watch the news today?" Vera closed her tablet and put it on the blanket, sticking out her tongue. "What's up?"

Patrick asked, "Did you do it?"

Vera replied, "How could I do it alone? I had two accomplices, Molly and Randall."

Vera unhesitatingly ratted out Molly and Randall.

Patrick's expression was unreadable, and Vera couldn't tell if what she did had caused him any trouble.

Vera got up from under the covers, knelt on the bed, and moved to Patrick's back on her knees.

Vera wrapped her arms around Patrick's neck, pressing her cheek against his affectionately, and asked softly, "Honey, did I do something wrong?"

Vera's coquettish tone almost made Patrick lose control.

Patrick put on an angry face and scolded Vera, "You were just being reckless today. If I really wanted to ruin him in business, I have plenty of ways. Why provoke such a petty person? What if he retaliates when I'm not home?" After Patrick finished speaking, Vera quickly kissed him on the cheek. Then she placed her small hand on his chest, soothing him. "Honey, don't be mad. I'm Mrs. Olteran; even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare hurt me." Vera realized that Patrick was angry because she had made an enemy, and he was worried about her safety. Then she said, "I can fight, Molly can run, and Randall can take a beating. Don't worry about us." Patrick tenderly told Vera, "Next time, learn from Molly and scheme behind his back. For instance, in this case, I'm not worried about Molly's safety. Glen doesn't know it was Molly who called the cops on him, but he does know that you and Randall recorded the video."

He added, "If he gets desperate, he might do anything. If Randall gets beaten, I don't care. But what if he finds someone to hurt you?"

Vera replied, "Patrick, did you forget that I can fight too?"

"No matter how well you can fight, can you take on ten people?"

"I can."

Patrick was helpless.

Vera worried that if she was too capable, she might scare Patrick. She quickly changed her tune, saying, "No, I can't take on that many people." Patrick looked at Vera, who was trying to hide her strength. She probably didn't know he was the mastermind behind the Shadow Syndicate United. Patrick reached behind him, wrapped his arm around Vera's waist, and pulled her to the front.

Vera ended up sitting on Patrick's lap, being held like a child.

With Vera in his arms, Patrick looked at her face, his heart softening, and his tone softened as well. "Vera, behave well from now on, okay?"

Vera nodded, not daring to say anything.

Patrick lowered his head, and Vera quickly raised hers, willingly offering a kiss.

Patrick was quite satisfied.

Even though Vera had done something "bad" today, Patrick only gave her a verbal scolding. At night, when Patrick demanded more from her, she obediently took off her clothes without a word of refusal.

Patrick knew what Vera was thinking; she wanted to use her "body" to appease him and avoid being scolded.

Since it was rare for Vera to cooperate so willingly at night, Patrick wouldn't miss the opportunity.

After one round of lovemaking, Patrick didn't intend to stop. He asked, "Do you have anything to do tomorrow?" Vera, her face flushed and her body pink, would have usually refused by now.

However, today, she shook her head while panting, saying, "No."

Patrick then had no more concerns. "Then you can sleep in tomorrow."

That night was more torturous for Vera than usual.

Patrick noticed Vera biting her lips, worried about making embarrassing sounds.

Patrick had an idea. "Vera, let's move to Cherry Villa. There, it'll just be us, and you won't have to hold back."

Vera thought, 'If I don't hold back, you won't either.'

If they really moved, Vera figured she'd be in trouble every night.

She replied, "No way, I'm not moving."

Vera didn't fall asleep until the latter half of the night. Before she did, she asked Patrick, "Honey, what bad impact did what I did today have on you?"

"It had no impact on me or the company."

Only the Tooker Group suffered from Vera's manipulation. They're probably still working overtime and overwhelmed.

Vera looked up in shock at the still-energetic Patrick. "So what I did wasn't a bad thing."

Patrick thought for a moment and nodded. Strictly speaking, it was actually a good thing.

Vera regretted it deeply. She felt tricked by Patrick and had been taken advantage of for nothing.

Vera was so angry she wanted to kick Patrick out of bed, but she didn't even have the strength to do that. "Patrick, you're a big liar."

Patrick whispered in Vera's ear, "But tonight, you were the one who initiated it."

Vera was so mad she wanted to bite Patrick.

Patrick said again, "Vera, let's move to Cherry Villa."

"No way! Not even if you kill me!" Vera wrapped herself in the blanket and moved to the edge of the bed to sleep.

Patrick didn't have a blanket, but it didn't affect his mood.

Vera was really cute when she got feisty.

The Tooker Group, as Patrick had predicted, was still busy and hadn't slept.

The stock plummeted, making the company vulnerable to acquisition by other enterprises and putting shareholders at risk of going bankrupt.

Given the current situation, many shareholders wanted to withdraw their shares.

Other major companies were eyeing the opportunity to take over the Tooker Group.

Some companies that had partnerships with the Tooker Group but hadn't yet signed contracts turned to other companies, abandoning the Tooker Group.

The Tooker Group was now in a state of internal and external crisis, staying up all night.

Vera, asleep, was unaware of her handiwork.

Patrick didn't plan to let Vera know either; if she knew too much, she'd be insufferably smug.

The company's mess was becoming unmanageable.

At night, Glen drove to meet his superior.

"Boss, what should I do now? Sebastian is like a rabid dog, clinging to Mr. Kelly. He's barely holding on. Vera Linister's video today has thrown the whole company into a death spiral." The man who was referred to as the boss, had graying hair, picked up a cigar from the table and lit it. "Vera Linister, Patrick Olteran's wife?"