The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Randall, not caring about his image, lounged back. "Vera, thanks for having so much faith in me. Who knew you thought I was that awesome?" Vera still looked a bit unsure. "Did I get it wrong?"

Molly, resting her chin on her hand, gave Randall a serious look. "I don't think that's possible."

Patrick was playing with baby Theodore, his finger in the little one's palm. He shot Randall a cold look and asked harshly, "What were you up to this afternoon?" "Arguing with people online," Randall replied.

Randall pulled out his phone, found his account, and handed it to Patrick. It looked like he was really deep into those online arguments.

Cindy, looking frustrated, said, "Patrick, you need to get Randall in line. He's in his twenties and hasn't done anything. He should start working at the company with you." Randall shot back, "I'm not going."

"Who's gonna take over the company if you don't?" Patrick was clearly annoyed.

Randall glanced at Theodore. "Definitely Teddy."

Patrick looked down at Theodore, who was yawning with his little mouth open. Teddy blinked his big, clear eyes, staring blankly at Patrick.

Vera chimed in, "Patrick's been training you for over ten years. If you don't go, all his efforts will be wasted."

Randall shrugged. "Patrick's still young. He can train someone else."

Cindy asked, "You do nothing all day. What happens when you get old?"

Randall grinned. "Teddy will take care of me."

Cindy smacked Randall on the back as soon as he finished speaking.

Patrick said, "Come to the company with me tomorrow." He didn't need to say who he was talking to; everyone knew.

Randall was tough with everyone except Patrick. He'd been scared of Patrick since he was a kid, so his tone softened. "I don't want to go."

Patrick's cold eyes locked onto his. "Am I asking?"

Whenever Patrick spoke, it was serious. The noisy dining room instantly went quiet.

Vera gave Randall a sympathetic look. He was completely overpowered by Patrick. She was glad she was Patrick's wife. If she had a "brother" or "uncle" like this, she'd probably be just as scared as Randall. Theodore kicked his legs in Patrick's arms for a bit, then found Patrick's embrace too comfy and started dozing off.

After dinner, Sebastian called Molly. "Molly, send me Susan's number. I need to ask her something."

Molly was firm. "No way. What do you need to ask Susan? I'll relay it for you."

Randall, half-lying on the sofa, got up and headed to the bathroom when he heard Molly's words. Sebastian said, "I think the evidence Susan gave me today was obtained through shady means."

At the Morales Mansion, Susan, wearing a pink nightgown, was sitting in the living room. She had just hung up with Randall when a call from an unknown number came in.

Susan answered and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

Sebastian's voice came through, "Susan, it's Sebastian. I'm Molly's..."

"Sebastian, I know you," Susan replied sweetly.

"Susan, I need to ask you something," Sebastian's tone softened.

Susan quickly responded, "Is this about my friend? Sebastian, please don't arrest him. He just did me a small favor today and didn't do anything wrong."

Sebastian chuckled, "I'm not going to arrest him, just giving him a heads-up. With his skills, he shouldn't go down the wrong path. If you can't tell me who he is, then please pass the message along." Susan agreed, "Okay, I will. Goodbye, Sebastian."

"Goodbye," Sebastian replied.

Back at the Morales family, Susan hung up and quickly called Randall back. She whispered, "Randall, Sebastian really won't pursue who you are anymore."

Randall said, "Good job."

"Thanks for the compliment," Susan said, clearly pleased.

Randall smiled, "After Christmas, I'll come to pick you up."

Meanwhile, Alexis's drug supply channel had been found. Molly had always been curious about Alexis's fate, and her source of information was Sebastian. To marry Molly, Sebastian had repeatedly called his colleagues in the anti-drug team to check on the progress. "Provided by Emma?" Sebastian found the name familiar and quickly remembered that he had personally arrested Glen.

After Glen was imprisoned, Emma fled abroad. The Tooker family fell apart, and its branches scattered. Alexis was the only one in contact with Emma. Emma successfully immigrated to a country where drugs were legalized.

Emma had been hurt by wealthy young men in the past. When the Olteran family targeted her, she had humbled herself to the dust, mingling with various men, begging for a place to stay and a title. In the end, everyone cheated her. Emma accidentally learned that Alexis was involved with one of her former lovers. "Alexis, he won't marry you."

Alexis used to play in nightclubs for fun, but now she worked there to make a living. "I don't expect him to marry me. As long as he gives me money, it's fine."

In the dark, Emma's lips curled up, and the revenge in her eyes grew stronger, "But I can make him marry you. You are my sister. If you can get a happy marriage, I will be at ease."

Alexis was tempted. Marrying a rich man would bring her life back to its former glory. "What should I do?"

Emma told her, "Get a hold of him, and he won't be able to escape."

The so-called hold was to control the person with drugs.

Later, Alexis really did as Emma taught her, and she successfully learned how to "control" a person.

Emma's original intention was to take revenge on the man who cheated her. By a twist of fate, she suddenly discovered that drugs brought in money very quickly.

Gradually, her motives became impure. "Alexis, remember it, It's not them who brought us here, but the Olteran family and Vera. If it weren't for the Olteran family, the Tooker family wouldn't have gone bankrupt. And if it weren't for Vera, you wouldn't be in this mess. So, we need to set our sights further."