The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Shawn freaked out, thinking Molly might get stung, so he dashed over and covered her head to protect her from the bees.

Randall, worried about Susan, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled her close, shielding her as they moved away.

Suddenly, Wesley's gut-wrenching screams echoed through the yard.

Theodore was getting drowsy, but the noise jolted him awake, and he started bawling.

Wesley snapped, "Damn it, Patrick's going to suffer. Even if we mess up, someone else will go after his family. A bastard like him is destined to lose everything and go to hell. Vera and Molly, I won't let you off the hook." Randall recorded this on his phone and quickly sent it to Patrick overseas, along with a brief update on the situation back home.

Patrick's phone buzzed. He glanced at the message, his eyes narrowing. He opened the video and, seeing the content, smirked proudly.

He wasn't sure whether to commend or scold these guys.

"Still waiting for your son's message?"

This dinner was the most tense one Cole had ever been to. "Mr. Olteran, I don't get what you're saying."

Patrick replied, "If I'm not mistaken, Wesley is probably your favorite son. He went to my place in Zandonick to confirm if my son was with Jeffrey. If he was, you wanted the rights to my mining area. If not, you'd cut ties with Jeffrey." Cole said, "Mr. Olteran, you have quite the imagination."

Patrick rotated his phone to give Cole a clearer view of the video. Wesley was hanging upside down, screaming his head off, mixed with the cries of a baby.

Cole, shocked, sat up straight, watching the video of Wesley in pain. 'How could this be!'

Patrick, recognizing his son's cries, said, "My baby was scared to tears by your son."

"Patrick, let my son go."

Patrick put down his phone, the room filling with smoke again. "Then why did you mess with my son?"

Cole's eyes reddened, his face sagging. He had no leverage over Patrick, and his son was under Patrick's control. "What do you want?"

"A choice. Give me an answer."

Cole glared at Patrick. "Don't push it. You're just a businessman. Don't ignore the law."

"Five years ago, before Inspiration Soar Design went public, the founder died in a car accident overnight; his wife committed suicide; his child was beaten to death by street thugs. Then you bought and merged it at a low price." "Three years ago, a reporter exposed how the Rossi Group was using materials with toxic substances. That journalist died overnight, and you hired a hitman on the Dark Web that same day. Two years ago..." "Enough!" Cole roared, "Patrick, who are you to accuse me? You're just as much a bastard."

Patrick looked at the finally agitated Cole with disdain. "Jeffrey is dead; Emma is living a fate worse than death. I'm giving you a chance to choose your fate."

Cole's phone rang. He looked down to see Rossi Group's stock price plummeting. "Patrick!"

Patrick smiled silently.

"Patrick, having too many enemies makes you an easy target for revenge," Cole said, trying to hold on. "If I die, there will be another Cole."

Patrick gave a faint smile. "No, I'll use you as an example."

"What do you want?" Cole asked bluntly.

Patrick glanced at him. "You don't deserve to hear me say it three times."

"I'll give you the company. Just let my son and me go."

Patrick sneered. "Not interested."

A Rossi Group without the scheming Cole and Wesley would be torn apart by Wyatt and Leroy's infighting.

Patrick looked out the window at the darkening sky. "It's getting late. I promised my wife and baby I'd be home early today, so they can see me when they wake up tomorrow. If it gets any later, I'll make the choice for you." "Alive!"

Patrick stood up, handing Cole a fork. "A gift for you. Keep it."

"What about my son?" Cole asked, but Patrick didn't respond.

Patrick left the private room and instructed the two men at the door, "Follow him closely. If there's any trouble, kill him immediately."

"Yes, Mr. Olteran!"

Patrick went downstairs and got into the waiting car. He glanced at the stock price info on his phone. "Keep manipulating it."

"Yes, Mr. Olteran."

Patrick closed his eyes and instructed, "Book me a flight home tonight. I need to arrive by 7 AM tomorrow. If that's not possible, arrange the private jet."

Theodore needed a diaper change at 8 AM every day, and both Vera and Theodore would be awake by then.

"Understood."

Thinking of Theodore, Patrick played the recording of his crying in the car again.

Patrick didn't know why Theodore was crying this time. Vera had recorded his crying and sent it to Patrick. The sound of Theodore's crying was more pleasant to him than any great music. Back at the hotel, Patrick had the head of the second department meet him.

Kimball didn't waste a second, coming directly from the company. "Mr. Olteran, you wanted to see me."

"Make the Rossi family disappear as soon as possible. Hand over the prepared materials to the police. Make sure Cole gets special attention in prison!" "Understood."

Patrick leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes. Despite being a young man, he exuded an air of calm.

"Where is the subordinate who switched to the Rossi Group from the second department?"

Kimball immediately reported, "His name is Bradley. He was scapegoated by the Rossi family and is in D8 prison, serving a four-year sentence."

Patrick opened his eyes calmly. "Make sure Bradley knows about the Rossi Group's bankruptcy. Send Cole to D8 prison as well."

"Mr. Olteran, won't the two of them..."

"Same cell."

Kimball only dared to follow orders. "Yes!"

Patrick leaned back on the sofa, feeling more exhausted than he had in a long time.

Bradley would thoroughly deal with Cole.

After a while, another subordinate came to report. Patrick ordered Kimball to leave, and then a black man came in. "Mr. Olteran, Aleah has been given to a middle-aged couple. They have stable jobs, no bad habits, and have always wanted a baby girl. They adopted Aleah as soon as they saw her."

Patrick almost forgot about Aleah. "The documents?"

The subordinate handed them over with both hands.

Patrick lit a lighter, burning all of Aleah's documents to ashes. He then handed over the evidence of Wesley's embezzled funds to the subordinate. "Hand it over to the police after we return. Also, investigate Dennis." "Yes!"