The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

"Time's ticking. Any later, and he'll get suspicious." Vera didn't give her family a chance to argue, shoving Theodore into Cindy's arms. "Cindy, hold my son for a sec."

Vera shot a look at Randall. "Take care of everyone."

With that, she quickly stepped out, Aurelia right behind her.

Wesley kept glancing at his watch. Fifteen minutes had passed, and he was getting jittery. The only info he had was from Aurelia, who he had just bribed. He wasn't ready to give up and kept waiting, nerves on edge. Soon, the door opened, and out walked Aurelia in a light yellow sweater and a tulle skirt.

Wesley looked at her, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. It was Patrick's wife, Vera!

He hadn't expected to see her in person.

Wesley had always wondered what kind of woman could make Patrick so smitten.

As his mind wandered, Aurelia also came out, head down.

Wesley squinted. What was going on?

At that moment, Vera walked over to the car.

"Mrs. Olteran, this guy is the employee from Mr. Olteran's company who was falsely accused. Everything I said earlier is true."

Wesley looked up, his gaze piercing through the car window at Vera. Her bright, water-clear eyes met his, and her chubby cheeks made her look more youthful.

She was even more stunning in person than in her photos.

Wesley scanned Vera up and down. She was undeniably beautiful, possessing a charm distinct from that of slender women.

Wesley was suddenly filled with frustration, wishing he could be with Vera.

At that moment, Aurelia tapped on the car door, reminding Wesley, "You should get out. This is Mr. Olteran's wife."

Realizing his position, Wesley immediately got out of the car and said to Vera, "Mrs. Olteran, I..."

"You're an employee under Patrick?" Vera felt a chill from Wesley's gaze. As he got out of the car, she tried to recall his face.

Wesley nodded.

Vera's voice sounded young and tender. Wesley couldn't help but wonder what it felt like for Patrick to sleep next to such a woman every night.

Vera puffed out her cheeks, an unconscious action that caught Wesley's eye, making him look at her a few more times.

"Patrick isn't home. If you have something to say, you can tell me. It's not convenient to talk outside; come with me back home to discuss it in detail." Vera turned to lead the way.

Wesley frowned, cautiously looking at Aurelia. "What's going on?"

Aurelia evaded the question, "Sir, I was caught when I returned to the hall. I had no choice but to tell them about you. You wanted to expose your superior's crimes, right? You can tell Mrs. Olteran, and she'll clear your name." But that wasn't what Wesley wanted. He whispered to Aurelia, "Mr. Olteran's child."

Aurelia waved her hand, replying, "I didn't enter the hall, so I didn't see. But if you go, you might be taken to the hall and find out."

Vera walked a few steps and turned back. "If you don't trust me, then leave and wait for Patrick to return."

Wesley thought, wasn't his purpose in coming to Zandonick to infiltrate the Olteran Manor and see if Patrick's son was there?

Such a good opportunity was right in front of him. It would be a shame to miss it out of fear!

After some thought, he followed Vera.

Vera's lips curled up subtly, and a sly glint flashed in her bright eyes.

The Olteran Manor's gate opened, and Vera entered, leaning against the iron gate of her home, arms crossed, with a growing sense of amusement in her eyes.

Soon, Wesley stepped into the Olteran Manor.

After entering, he looked around, examining everything about the Olteran Manor.

Behind him, Vera grabbed the iron gate, closed it, and locked it!

Wesley turned around, watching Vera's actions. "Mrs. Olteran, what does this mean?"

Vera smiled. "There have been a lot of dangerous people around lately. Our family has a habit of locking the door to protect me and my child."

As Aurelia led Wesley inside, she gradually distanced herself. In the yard, Wesley saw many burly men who didn't look like servants.

Blocking the door, Vera's eyes gleamed with cunning. "I heard you're very interested in whether my son was kidnapped."

Wesley thought, 'This is bad.'

When he turned to look for Aurelia, she had already disappeared.

Wesley frowned, suspecting he might have been set up. "Mrs. Olteran, I just heard rumors. It's not true." Vera called out to the yard, "Baby, come out and show this gentleman whether you've been kidnapped." Soon, Shawn appeared, holding Theodore.

Seeing Vera from a distance, Theodore excitedly waved his little arms, yearning for her to hold him.

Wesley was shocked, his eyes widening. Theodore hadn't been kidnapped! So Patrick went overseas not to find his son's whereabouts but to settle scores!

All the beautiful assumptions turned out to be illusions, and Wesley's heart plummeted into the abyss.

Seeing adorable Theodore, Vera smiled. Then she looked at the alert Wesley. "What's your relationship with Jeffrey?"

Wesley squinted, everything becoming clear. "I don't know him."

"Grab him." Shawn worried that further conversation might endanger Vera, directly ordered.

The men around quickly moved towards Wesley. He stepped back, turning to escape, but Vera blocked the door, laughing sweetly. "Hurt my son and still want to run? Looks like Jeffrey didn't tell you who I am." Then, Vera ordered the family bodyguards, "Don't move. I'll handle this myself."

When Wesley reached out to strike Vera, she deftly grabbed the iron gate, bent down, and dodged the punch.

She moved like she was dancing, turning gracefully, her skirt swirling.

Wesley reached the door, but it was locked.

He looked at Vera, his admiration and interest in her now gone, replaced by a fierce glare. "Give me the key."

The Olteran Manor's high walls were topped with electric wires. Climbing over would be perilous, and Wesley wasn't going to risk it.

The men around hesitated, not knowing whose orders to follow, eventually looking at Randall.

Vera effortlessly dodged Wesley's punches, each strike passing harmlessly through the air.

She even mocked, "You're far worse than Jeffrey."

In Shawn's arms, Theodore got so excited seeing Vera's agile movements that he seemed to want to rush over. His little fists were clenched tightly, and his small body wanted to leap towards Vera. "Vera, come back!" Cindy shouted worriedly.

Shawn was also very nervous. Even though they were at home, if anything happened to Vera, Patrick would show no mercy.

Only Randall calmly checked his watch. "It's been five minutes."