The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

At that time, Cindy, covered in blood, was carried out by Vincent.

The Olteran family lost its only hope.

Fortunately, Cindy was saved.

They all remembered that they had once poisoned an unborn life. The baby's crying laughter sent shivers down their spines as terrifying memories flooded their minds.

Dylan and Joe wouldn't be afraid of this if they hadn't done anything wrong.

But they were so scared.

In the monitoring room, Randall listened again to Cindy's story from back then. As Cindy's son, thinking about all the grievances Cindy had suffered in the Wallace family, he couldn't take it anymore. Fury overtook him as he leapt from his chair, sending it crashing to the floor.

He stormed out of the room without Patrick stopping him.

The matter was connected to the Olteran Group, so Patrick's heart boiled with resentment.

The hatred lingered for a long time. Back then, he had also looked forward to the birth of that baby.

In the end, that baby met such a fate.

In the next moment, Randall appeared on the surveillance footage.

The once timid Randall was now consumed by rage. His eyes were now filled with a fiery intensity. He charged forward and began pounding Dylan relentlessly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body radiated hatred. The deeper his rage, the tighter his fists clenched.

He pinned Dylan down. "I'll kill you. You almost killed my mom. Even killing you won't quench my hatred."

He punched Dylan again. "Dylan, go to hell."

At this moment, the ghosts lying on the ground also got up. The person pretending to be a doll went to the door, and many of the previously scary "ghosts" were now standing at the door, no longer looking terrifying. Only Randall couldn't control himself. The thought of Cindy nearly lost in the hospital, with Vincent in tears, fueled his uncontrollable rage.

Soon, the lights in the room suddenly turned on.

Patrick, accompanied by the amusement park manager, appeared in the haunted house.

Most of the people here were seeing Patrick for the first time. Seeing his cold demeanor, they instinctively took a few steps back, making way for him.

The manager was very respectful to Patrick, and they didn't dare to approach.

Most of the people there had never seen Patrick before. His chilling presence made them instinctively step back, giving him a clear path. The manager and staff stood in respectful silence, too intimidated to approach. No wonder Randall said earlier that no matter how amazing Vera was, she couldn't compare to him.

Austin, also meeting Patrick in person for the first time, could feel the overwhelming aura of authority without even a word being spoken. It made everyone around him shrink into themselves.

Patrick walked into the room, bent down, and grabbed Randall by the wrist. Dylan, who had been pummeled to a bloody mess, was on the verge of passing out.

Patrick yanked Randall up, moved to the side, adjusted his pants, and then squatted beside Dylan. His arched brows shadowed a pair of cold eyes, glinting with icy authority, like a king holding endless power from his high throne. No wonder Randall had said earlier that no matter how formidable Vera was, she couldn't hold a candle to Patrick.

His voice was slow, chillingly cold, instilling a deep-seated fear in Dylan. The fear was palpable, making Dylan want to escape.

"Who ordered you to kill?"

Dylan tried to retreat, but Patrick's eyes flashed with a pressure that felt almost tangible. "Speak!"

Dylan stammered, "Dennis."

With the answer in hand, Patrick stood up, hands in his pockets, his expensive leather shoes gleaming coldly in the room. He looked down at the terrified Dylan on the ground.

Patrick, saying little, lifted one foot and delivered a brutal kick to Dylan.

Dylan instantly passed out, and blood started to flow on the ground.

Patrick, saying little, lifted one foot and delivered a brutal kick to Dylan.

Originally, Patrick had been investigating a kidnapping case from sixteen years ago. Now, it seemed he had all he needed.

It was all about the Turner family.

Patrick turned around and left the haunted house with Randall.

After they left, an ambulance and medical personnel immediately rushed in.

On the way back, Patrick and Randall were in the same car.

Randall's eyes were red. He said to Patrick, "Patrick, I want to kill them."

Patrick looked out the window, his eyes filled with unprecedented hatred.

In the haunted house, Austin saw the violent Patrick, who kicked Dylan's head until it bled. His one kick was harsher than Randall's dozen punches.

Vera was actually with such a terrifying Patrick.

The realization hit Austin: people like Patrick, with his level of power and authority, lived in a world completely different from his own.

They didn't dare to speak. After leaving, they all received the final payment from the Olteran Group on their phones, which was double the original amount promised by Vera.

Yet, despite the monetary reward, everyone was left with a sense of dread towards Patrick.

It turned out that Patrick's seemingly composed exterior was deceiving. His rise to power was not built on kindness.

Back at the Olteran family, Vera saw Patrick and Randall returning together. She didn't know what had happened. As usual, she held a cup of water and quickly followed. "Honey, you're back." She tried to please him, hurriedly raising the cup to Patrick's lips. "I brought you some water."

Patrick, who always greeted Vera with a smile no matter how bad his day was, had a long face today. He turned his head slightly, pressing down Vera's wrist. "I have some work to do." After speaking, he and Randall went upstairs.

Vera sensed Patrick's unhappiness. She was puzzled, wondering what had happened.

She thought, 'Did my plan not work?

'Why were Randall's eyes red?'

She wanted to listen in on what was happening but sensed that this was a serious matter, not a time for her to mess around. Otherwise, she might get scolded by Patrick.

In the afternoon, Vincent unexpectedly came home before finishing work, and Shawn was also called to the study.

This made Vera even more certain of her guess that something had happened to Patrick.

She thought, 'But weren't they going to find Austin?'

Vera took out her phone, put down the cup, and quietly slipped away to eavesdrop.

In the evening, only Cindy was the same as before, urging Vera to eat more vegetables at the dinner table. Vera kept her head down, crying for a long time, her eyes red, not daring to look up, and her nose a bit stuffy. Vincent and Randall silently served Cindy food.

Cindy didn't know what was going on. She smiled and asked, "What's the occasion today? Why are you being so nice to me?"

Vera's heart ached further.

She also served Cindy food. "Cindy, you should eat, too."

Cindy didn't know what was going on. She only noticed Vera's unusual emotions.

She quickly got up and sat beside Vera. "Vera, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?"

Vera, overcome with emotion, looked at Cindy with tearful eyes. She bit her lip, silently vowing to protect Cindy from anyone who would harm her. Cindy was under her protection, no matter what. Patrick took a deep breath. He had no appetite.

He got up, took his coat, and said to Vera, "Vera, I'm going out for a while. Go to bed early tonight."