The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Not long after, the butler Tom and Cindy showed up too.

The Olteran family had a lot of faith in their staff. Aurelia had been with them for over ten years, and everyone knew her well. "Aurelia, what's going on here?" Tom asked, eyeing the money. Aurelia explained the whole thing.

"At first, I felt bad for him, but then something seemed off. If his friend worked for Mr. Patrick Olteran, why didn't he ask his friend for help? And he didn't seem like a local."

Fools or those lacking common sense couldn't work as maids for the Olteran family; they had strict screening requirements.

Aurelia was really into her explanation. She said, "I felt something was fishy, so I lied and said I was just a low-level maid and couldn't meet someone close to Mr. Patrick Olteran. I told him to wait while I secretly checked and then got back to him."

Wesley was still waiting in the car for Aurelia to get back to him. He called Cole to ask about the situation, "Dad, did you get in?"

Cole looked around the large private room, which currently only had him and Patrick. "Mr. Olteran, it's my son's call. I'll step out to take it." Not knowing Patrick well, Cole didn't want to offend him.

Patrick, sitting directly across the round table, hadn't changed much since their last meeting. The only difference was that he seemed more approachable this time, which paradoxically made Cole even more nervous. "Take it here," Patrick said in a calm tone that pressured Cole not to move.

Wesley learned about the situation on the other end. "Dad, I've already sent someone inside the Olteran family to gather information. We should have news soon. As long as his son hasn't been found, he needs us. We need to secure the development rights for the new mining area discovered by the Olteran Group."

Under Patrick's intense gaze, Cole couldn't say much and just responded with a simple "okay" before hanging up. "Mr. Olteran, what brings you here from so far away?"

Patrick poured two cups of water. "Someone foolishly tried to get back at me by targeting my son."

After speaking, Patrick placed the cups on the table.

The atmosphere grew inexplicably tense. In front of Cole was now a cup of water, filled to the brim.

Cole looked at the cup and angrily asked, "Mr. Olteran, what do you mean by this?"

Ten minutes had passed, and Wesley looked at his wristwatch. Aurelia still hadn't come out.

He continued to wait.

In the Olteran Manor, after Aurelia finished speaking, Vera sternly questioned, showing a bit of Patrick's demeanor, "How tall is he? What's his build? Do you know his approximate age?" Aurelia estimated, "He's about 5.9 feet tall, with an average build. He looks to be around thirty, that's all I know."

Shawn, holding onto his cane, looked serious, his previously playful demeanor gone.

Randall got up from the sofa. In the house, there were two elderly folks, two women, and a kid. Right now, he was the only young guy around. "None of you go out. I'll handle this. Aurelia, stay put and wait for my news." "Hold on!" Vera called out to the injured Randall. "Why are you going out? We're safe at home. He didn't dare to barge in alone."

Randall explained, "Susan's about to finish school, and I'm worried about her. When I go to pick her up, I'll drive by that guy and see who he really is. Like you said, the house is safe, so none of you go out."

Vera frowned, "Call Molly and Sebastian to pick up Susan, and tell them to stay out for a while."

Vera gave the orders. Theodore, in her arms, didn't understand much but had been listening to the family's conversation for a while. When it came to serious matters, Theodore, like Vera, was very serious. He didn't make a sound the whole time but curiously looked around.

Mentioning Sebastian, Cindy suddenly said, "Let's call the police."

Vera immediately shook her head, "No, this is an overseas force. We don't know if it's related to Theodore's kidnapping last time. According to Aurelia,, it's not Jeffrey. We can't call the police, or Theodore's kidnapping last time will be exposed." The kidnapping of Theodore was no small matter and would inevitably cause a stir. If it happened once, it could happen again. If someone couldn't get to Patrick, they might target his son again. Vera continued, "We'll handle it privately."

Shawn's authoritative presence reappeared. He sternly ordered, "Tom, gather everyone Patrick left at home. Randall, call Patrick. Cindy, contact Vincent and have him come back."

Randall didn't move. He looked at Vera.

After a decade of friendship, Randall felt that if he couldn't understand Vera's thoughts, their bond would have been meaningless.

Sure enough, Vera spoke up, "I'll go."

The whole family, including Theodore in Vera's arms, looked up at her.

Only Randall wasn't surprised by what Vera said.

"Dad, Patrick has something to do today. He told me early in the morning that he would be busy in the afternoon and not to disturb him unless it was urgent." Seeing that Shawn wanted to refute her, Vera directly said, "Our family doesn't rely solely on Patrick. We can't call him for every little thing; he's very busy too."

"Even if we contact Patrick, it will be tomorrow by the time he returns from Silverwood City, which is thousands of miles away. Vincent is also in his fifties; if he comes back, it's just one more person to worry about." Vera's tone was gentle. When it came to serious matters, she spoke to the elders in a way that didn't cause resentment but expressed her views.

Randall directly asked, "What are you planning to do?"

"Bodyguards should be arranged as needed, but if we want to catch him, the bodyguards will scare him off. If we don't want to arouse suspicion, we need to lure him in with the right bait," she said. And Vera was the right bait.