The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Glen showed up late this time, deliberately making Patrick and Vera wait in the living room.

Patrick and Vera waited for about ten minutes before Glen leisurely came down from upstairs.

Smiling as he approached Patrick and Vera, he said, "Sorry, Mr. Olteran. I was handling some business in the study and neglected you. Please forgive me." Vera wasn't naive; she didn't believe everything he said. Since they were here to stir things up, she didn't hold back.

Vera smiled and said, "Mr. Tooker, if you're going to lie, at least make it convincing. Didn't you glance at us several times from the corner of the stairs just now?"

Glen felt awkward and avoided Vera's question, instead asking her, "Who are you?"

Feeling surprised, Vera said, "You don't know me? When I married Patrick, he invited all the prominent figures. Didn't he invite you?"

Glen felt very embarrassed by Vera's sharp tongue.

Vera was mocking Glen for not being among the elite.

Glen said, "He did invite me. I just have a poor memory."

Vera responded, "It's normal to forget things as you get older, Mr. Tooker. May I ask, are you eighty years old this year?"

Glen gritted his teeth. "I'm fifty-five."

Vera turned to Patrick and said, "Honey, did you notice that Mr. Tooker is in his fifties but looks like he's eighty? Isn't that strange?"

Patrick thought, 'Vera begins to pick on Glen now.'

It seemed that Randall's detention had made Vera very angry.

Glen was so flustered by Vera's words that he couldn't think straight. He was an adult and couldn't speak as freely as Vera, who had backing. However, being humiliated by Vera right after coming downstairs, he said, "Mrs. Olteran, you are truly ill-mannered."

Vera retorted, "Mr. Tooker, you are truly rude."

Patrick interrupted Glen and Vera's conversation; he was here to find Randall.

He asked, "Where is my nephew?"

Glen then remembered the main issue and signaled the butler with his eyes. The butler turned and went to the backyard to bring Randall out.

While waiting for Randall, Glen gently reminded Patrick, saying, "Mr. Olteran, I am, after all, your lifesaver. When someone saves a life, they should be repaid with gratitude. I don't ask for repayment, but you can't interfere with my business. Having Randall cause trouble in my store and scare away my customers is a bit much, don't you think?"

Patrick, in a lazy posture, curiously asked, "Mr. Tooker, how did you come to know that I sent Randall to cause trouble in your store? Why would I send him to cause trouble? I won't take on unwarranted responsibility. If you can't explain this clearly today, I won't let you go!"

Patrick stared at Glen with a forced smile, exuding an oppressive aura that made Glen unable to meet his eyes.

Patrick's presence overshadowed Glen, and his patience with the Tooker family had run out, leaving no need for pretense.

Soon, Randall arrived.

Seeing Randall being brought in with his arms restrained, Vera clenched her small fists.

The Tooker family was humiliating them!

Only criminals would be brought in with their arms restrained. Although Randall wasn't injured, he was hunched over as he entered.

Suddenly, a strong hand fell on Vera's small fist. She turned to see Patrick beside her, not looking at her.

Patrick's gaze was fixed on Glen, his eyes filled with icy daggers, as if he wanted to execute Glen.

However, Patrick's face showed no emotion. Watching Randall being humiliated, he still had the mood to smile.

Patrick said, "Mr. Tooker, tell me how Randall disrupted your business."

Glen said, "It's not a big deal, just a few broken cups."

Patrick nodded. "It appears that your cups are quite valuable, significant enough to hold my nephew captive. Determine the cost, and I will arrange for payment."

Randall walked over to Patrick and Vera, his expression serious, showing a hint of Patrick's steadiness. However, he was still young, only resembling Patrick in his brows.

Randall sat beside Patrick without saying a word.

Glen said, "Just have him apologize, and we'll call it even. The cups aren't worth much."

With backing beside him, Randall's true nature was revealed. "Apologize for what? I didn't ask you to apologize, and now you want me to apologize? You are utterly shameless." Randall's earlier seriousness was all an act, falling apart as soon as he spoke.

Vera remained silent, picked up the coffee cup on the table, examined its material, and then threw it forcefully at Glen's feet.

The cup shattered with a crisp sound, and the water splashed onto Glen's shoes.

Glen glared at Vera, but Vera wasn't afraid at all. She turned to Glen and said, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

When others' hands slipped, objects fell freely. When Vera's hand slipped, objects were thrown at an angle.

No one dared to say it was wrong.

Vera asked again, "You could detain me too. Or should I apologize to you?"

Glen felt that Vera had come just to cause trouble.

He said angrily, "Mrs. Olteran, I wonder how Warren raised you to be so unruly!"

Vera retorted, "I also wonder how your father raised you. You are so shameless." Expecting Randall to apologize for a broken cup? Dream on.

"Vera, watch your words." Emma had been eavesdropping for a while and finally spoke up. Vera said, "Well, both of you love to spy and eavesdrop. You also love to be two-faced." Vera was indirectly scolding Glen and Emma for spying from the stairs and for being two-faced.

Emma pointed at Vera's face, saying, "Vera, aren't you afraid Patrick will be disgusted by your behavior?"

Vera replied, "Sorry, he loves me just the way I am, and he's head over heels for me. He loves my arrogance and my firm hand. Ms. Tooker, why don't you stand there and let me slap you a few times to vent my anger?" "You!" Emma picked up a cup of water from the table, ready to splash it at Vera.

Patrick, quick on his feet, picked up his cup and threw it accurately at Emma's hand.

Before Emma could splash the water, Patrick's cup had already shattered hers.

No one expected Patrick to be so accurate.

Vera's mouth opened in surprise, thinking Patrick looked very cool just now. "Honey, teach me. I want to throw cups as cool as you."

Patrick replied, "I'll teach you at home."

Vera nodded excitedly.

Emma was too shocked to react, holding the broken glass in her hand.

At this moment, Glen's phone rang.

Seeing it was a call from the company, Glen stepped aside to answer it. "Hello."

"Mr. Tooker, something's wrong."