The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Patrick ultimately gave up the idea of involving Vera. If Randall's matters were discussed, she might end up snitching.

Thinking of Vera finally stayed here with him, Patrick smiled.

Her body was too soft. If she moved out, he might not be able to embrace her at night anymore.

Moreover, she smelled so good, not cloying at all. He loved the scent on her.

Patrick had never encountered someone with such a captivating fragrance.

Unlike the scents of expensive perfumes, her fragrance seemed to emanate from within, attracting him.

Furthermore, Patrick also wanted Vera to get along well with his family. With the current chaos, and considering the long days ahead, if she were forced to move out, would she never return for decades? Perhaps it would be better to resolve the issues at home before moving out.

During this time, they also needed to deepen their understanding of each other.

Living with the Olteran family could avoid many troubles, like Emma.

Patrick had many reasons to keep her stay here. The only reason he didn't want her stay here was his nephew, Randall.

However, compared to that, he didn't care much about Randall.

Hence, in the morning, he persuaded Vera to stay by his side.

She truly believed him. If he said to stay, she would stay.

This also indicated that Vera was starting to rely on him, seeking his help when she couldn't make decisions.

Patrick was in a good mood.

He became more genial during the family meeting.

Cindy shared her concerns. "Randall has been traveling for a couple of months. I'm worried he might be stealing diamonds for money. I checked his bank statements and found he has been to Willowdale and Silvercrest." Saying this, Cindy handed over the bank statements for them to see.

Patrick crossed his legs, casually taking the list from Cindy and scanning it before setting it down.

Shawn and Vincent remained silent, with expenditures reaching up to 78,000 dollars, and even the smallest transactions starting at 40,000 dollars.

Altogether, the total transactions amounted to 2 million dollars, which was quite substantial for him.

Shawn thought the situation was serious; Vincent believed Randall had gone astray, and Cindy was convinced that Randall must have been led astray by people around him. Only Patrick, in a nonchalant tone, said, "It's normal." Shawn raised an eyebrow, asking, "Is it normal?"

Patrick sat on the single sofa, his demeanor dignified, clad in a black suit that not only highlighted his powerful aura but also his aloofness.

He was more visionary and open-minded than Shawn, more flexible than Vincent, and more comprehensive than Cindy.

When the Olteran family made decisions, they often considered Patrick's opinions.

Although he was young, he had experienced a lot.

While everyone was anxious and worried about Randall, Patrick remained calm.

He believed all these expenses were within reason.

Patrick casually remarked, "I bet even if Randall had everyone's support, he wouldn't dare to indulge in gambling and accumulate high-interest debts abroad."

However, Cindy didn't believe in Randall.

Patrick continued. "I took Randall to gamble once. I gave him a billion dollars to play with, but he showed no interest. Do you think two million dollars would satisfy him?"

The people in the room were astonished by Patrick's words.

When did he take Randall to gamble, let alone high-stakes gambling?

Actually, that was part of Patrick's way of educating him.

When Randall was in high school and just starting to form his independent thoughts and gaining a new understanding of money, Patrick, coincidentally on a business trip to a city famous for gambling, took him along. That night, Randall saw piles of money on the table and was so scared that he held Patrick's hand tightly.

When Patrick boldly bet the entire table, stacking the money into small mountains to play with others, Randall pulled him away. It was the first time he wasn't afraid of Patrick but earnestly educated him that gambling was a bad behavior. Later, Patrick led Randall out of the casino. Since then, no matter how big the gambling stakes were, Randall didn't care and lost interest.

After explaining, the three in the room were equally surprised.

Patrick said, "Vincent, Randall is your son. The responsibility of education cannot always fall on me. I will have my own children in the future, and we should each take care of our own children."

With that, he got up and left the study.

The shock of the people behind him was no longer within his control.

Hearing this, Shawn's eyes brightened, looking happily at Cindy and Vincent. "Patrick just said he will have his own children?"

Cindy blinked rapidly, feeling embarrassed, and discussed Patrick and Vera's sex life with Shawn and Vincent, "If they have a harmonious sexual relationship, in another two or three months, Vera will probably be pregnant." Shawn smiled happily, as if it were already two or three months later.

He pursed his lips, satisfied, and said, "That person truly deserves to be called a master. Just a few words sentence can determine the prosperity of our Olteran family."

"Shawn, what are you talking about?" Cindy didn't understand.

Shawn waved his hand with a smile and also left the study.

When Patrick returned to the bedroom, he found Randall in his bridal chamber.

Randall hunched his shoulders, head lowered, not daring to look up.

Vera sat sullenly on the sofa where she usually slept, her chest heaving with anger.

When Vera saw Patrick return, her anger flared up again.

Pointing at the bowed Randall, she complained to Patrick, "Patrick, you need to control your nephew. Everything today was his doing!"

"What did you just call me?"

"Patrick."

Randall muttered under his breath with his head down, "Uncle Patrick wants you to call him honey."

After saying this, he received another blow from Vera on the back of his head.

She didn't care if Patrick was present or not. "Shut up! If it weren't for you, I would be free by now."

Patrick thought that he had married a violent wife, hitting people without mercy.

He walked in, with Vera standing by his side, naturally holding his hand and complaining to him, "He deliberately smashed Shawn's vase, stole his mom's diamonds, and even intentionally broke Vincent's cup, all just to prevent us from moving." In the morning, Patrick had already guessed Randall's intentions.

However, he didn't understand why Randall didn't want him to leave.

Looking at Vera, who hadn't reached his chest, he finally understood. It wasn't that Randall didn't want him to leave; it was Vera who had to stay.

Realizing this, Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed, saying to Randall, "Go to my study."