The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera stood up and mentioned someone. "The guy I put in the hospital-Austin." Randall and Molly went silent.

The memory of Austin was anything but ordinary!

Vera pulled out her phone and showed her chat history with Austin.

He had asked her to like one of his videos.

Vera wasn't impressed.

Recalling their shared experiences, both Randall and Molly broke into enthusiastic applause for Vera.

On the third floor, Patrick's smile widened. He knew it had all worked out.

It was Vera's idea again.

Randall glanced at Patrick's study. Their eyes met, and Patrick nodded.

Vera had no idea that Patrick, with his cunning, was pulling a fast one on even his favorite people.

She was still nervously trying to hide it from Patrick.

After coming up with the idea, Vera had to contact Austin herself.

She knew Austin best.

Vera texted on her phone while showing off. "In critical times, you still need me."

A chat box popped up on Austin's phone.

Vera messaged: [I've liked your videos so many times, don't you think you should thank me?]

Austin: [I'm just an ordinary, poor guy.]

Vera: [I don't care about your money. I'll give you fifty thousand dollars if you bring your friends and help me out.]

Seeing the response, Randall got up to report to Patrick.

Vera said, "Stop! Why are you going to Patrick? So he knows I interfered again and scolds me?"

Randall retorted, "Then what do you suggest?"

Thinking of Patrick's stern face, Vera decided not to claim the glory and threw Randall under the bus instead. "Just say it was your idea." Randall asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll take the credit?"

Vera didn't care. She said, "If it works, you're one of us anyway. If Patrick praises you, just accept it."

Vera's gaze shifted nervously. If things went south, and Patrick decided to take it out on Randall, it wouldn't be her or Molly's problem.

Molly made it clear with her actions—she steered clear of Randall, pulling Vera away with her.

Randall looked at them with disdain.

He said to Patrick, "Patrick, Vera suggested finding someone to pretend to be ghosts to scare Dylan and Joe. The team is ready, and the price is settled. "Vera said you have to pay; she needs her money to raise the kids."

Patrick was silent. It was more about Vera's reluctance to spend her own money.

Patrick nodded in agreement.

The matter was urgent, so they didn't delay.

That day, the amusement park was running smoothly, but the haunted house attraction was suddenly suspended.

A sign was posted at the entrance while six non-park staff members prevented visitors from lining up.

Randall arrived, and they greeted him respectfully, saying, "Everything is set inside. Mr. Olteran is waiting for you in the monitoring room."

Randall gave a slight nod, his demeanor now carrying a touch of Patrick's own cool confidence.

After all, Patrick had raised him since childhood. Except for having no status in front of family, outside, he was the cold and noble Randall Olteran, unmatched by anyone. At this moment, there was no trace of immaturity in him. He said coldly, "Send Dylan and Joe inside."

"Understood."

The car door opened, and two people grabbed Dylan and Joe, leading them into the haunted house.

Austin wanted to see Vera, Molly, and Randall again, but Vera was pregnant and couldn't move much. Molly had to work, so he only saw Randall.

"Where's Vera?" Austin asked.

"She's at home resting," Randall replied.

Austin joked, "Pregnant and all, I wonder if Patrick can handle it."

Randall, recalling that Patrick was already waiting in the monitoring room, replied, "You're underestimating Patrick. No matter how impressive Vera is, she's no match for him." Austin raised an eyebrow, seeming to understand. "So, it's Patrick who's behind this."

Randall smiled. "They're in your hands now."

He walked straight to the monitoring room.

Inside, Patrick occupied the central seat as usual, flanked by the park's managers.

Next to Patrick, there was an empty chair. Randall knew it was for him.

He was Randall Olteran and should sit next to Patrick.

After sitting down, he said, "Everything is ready."

Patrick's expression remained impassive, his usual neutral demeanor. He gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

With Patrick not speaking, the park managers dared not utter a word either. They all turned their attention to the large screen.

Dylan and Joe were brought into a pitch-black room. They were laughing and waving their arms around in joy.

Randall leaned forward, one hand on the armrest, the other on the table, frowning at the monitor.

Patrick remained calm, leaning back in his chair, his expression unchanged.

Randall glanced at Patrick, feeling he wasn't very happy.

After five minutes of waiting, Randall noticed that Dylan and Joe still hadn't grasped that they were in a haunted house. They continued to act foolishly, searching for switches and feeling the walls. He picked up his phone and asked Austin, "Why hasn't it started yet?"

Austin sent a voice message. "Don't rush, let's create a silent and eerie atmosphere first."

Randall: [Patrick is watching.]

Randall's message had an immediate impact; the actors dressed as ghosts promptly took their positions.

In the dark and eerie room, it appeared deserted.

Dylan and Joe began to lower their guard.

Suddenly, Joe felt something wet around his ankle. He looked down to see a bloody, skeletal hand gripping his leg. The bone was icy, dripping with blood.

Joe's jaw quivered as he clutched Dylan's arm. Terrified, he looked at the ghostly figure crawling on the floor. Clad in a white robe, with disheveled hair and eerie white eyes devoid of pupils, the ghost had blood streaming down its face. It crawled toward him with a chilling, bone-white presence.

Seeing the "ghost," Joe screamed in fear.

Randall, watching the scene unfold on the monitor, felt a pang of fear himself. He turned to Patrick, hoping for some sign of reassurance.

True to form, Patrick remained as unmoved as a mountain, eyes fixed on the monitor without a flicker of fear.

Sensing Randall's fear, Patrick didn't despise him. After all, everyone reacted differently to such things. He glanced at the empty seat next to him, silently signaling Randall to take his place.