The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera and Randall were chatting away, not even trying to hide it from the family.

Cindy used to worry Vera might get hurt, but after seeing what just went down, she kept quiet.

Shawn figured neither Patrick nor Vera was a walk in the park.

Tom quietly slipped away, remembering how polite Vera was to the Olteran family when she first got married. She didn't even lift a finger back then!

Under the warm sun, Vera tilted her bright little face, looking at Shawn and Cindy with a charming smile, "Dad, Cindy, did you enjoy watching me fight just now?" Shawn blinked, "Yeah."

Cindy coughed, "Vera, girls shouldn't fight."

Vera's eyes darted between them. "Dad, Cindy, you weren't scared of me just now, were you? Afraid I might hit you in the future?"

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Then, Vera loudly retorted in the yard, "No way, you guys are my family. Would I hit you? Have I ever hit you? My fists are for outsiders, not for family." Shawn nodded, "That's good."

Randall laughed, "Grandpa, aren't you quite capable? Why are you afraid of Vera? Fight her!"

"Mom, I've told you before, don't be fooled by Vera's appearance. Really, don't be fooled. Did you listen to me? You got scared today, didn't you? Vera, she's really not a good person." After Randall finished speaking, the three people in the yard simultaneously turned their heads to look at him.

Randall's smile faltered, his intuition telling him something was off, "Why, why are you all looking at me?"

Cindy and Shawn, no longer afraid of Vera, both pointed at Randall.

Cindy demanded, "Vera, go beat him up."

Shawn added, "Vera, make sure he never speaks another word."

"Okay! You guys hold Theodore for me," Vera said.

With that, Vera chased after the running Randall, while Theodore watched intently, full of excitement.

After the bodyguards tied up Wesley, they asked Shawn, "Mr. Shawn Olteran, how should we handle him?" Shawn went alone to the room where Wesley was held, his expression stern, "What's your name?" Wesley closed his eyes and said nothing.

Vera was forbidden from entering the room, so she could only hold Theodore and eavesdrop at the door. Theodore buried his face in Vera's neck, his eyes squinting. He felt a bit sleepy but unable to fall asleep.

After a while, the sound of whipping came from inside.

Randall was still worried about Susan, "I'll go pick up Susan."

"Wait a minute." Vera suddenly stood up, glancing at the tightly closed door and hearing the muffled groans coming from inside. "We haven't gotten anything out of him yet. Do you think we should have Molly come back and try?" Randall looked into Vera's eyes and understood immediately, "Molly is busy planning her wedding. Are you sure?"

"She'll have a way. Ask her if she can come back," Vera said.

At the Chase family, Molly's phone rang, "Hello, Randall?"

Molly's voice caught Susan's attention.

On the other end, Randall said something, and Molly glanced at Sebastian beside her. Then she got up and leave. "Go ahead."

Sebastian's eyes followed Molly as she tried to sneak away to take the call. Watching her disappear into the bathroom, he chuckled to himself, "What kind of trouble are you getting into now?"

In the bathroom, Molly listened intently to Randall. "Vera already beat him down? And now you can't get anything out of him? Got it. No problem, the wedding doesn't matter. Helping you guys is the priority. I'll be there!" Molly looked at herself in the mirror, her smile brighter than it had been in a long time.

Molly walked out and cheerfully called to Susan on the couch, "Susan, let's go; I'll take you home."

Sebastian stood up with the car keys, "I'll drive you."

Molly immediately stopped him. "No need to drive us; we'll go back ourselves."

Sebastian walked up to Molly, "What trouble are you planning now?"

"Who has time to cause trouble every day? I'm just taking Susan home. Don't think so badly of me." Molly put on her shoes and grabbed her bag. "Let's go."

Sebastian, still worried, chased after them, "Really not letting me drive? I won't go inside, okay?"

Molly shook her head, quickly saying, "Until we have the wedding, you can't come to my house."

Susan explained, "Sebastian, if you drive us but don't come inside, Molly will feel bad for you."

"Sebastian is very bad. Whoever feels bad for him is unlucky. I won't feel bad." Molly, having been tricked by Sebastian too many times, knew this clearly. They hailed a taxi, and Susan and Molly got in to go home.

Half an hour later, they got out of the car and hurried inside the house.

Susan ran to Randall, "Randall, what happened at home? Why didn't you come to pick me up and let Molly and Sebastian do it?"

Randall rubbed Susan's head to reassure her, then said to Molly, "It's been half an hour, and he hasn't said a word."

Molly said, "Wait, I'll take a look."

Molly entered the room and saw Shawn sitting aside. He sat rigidly, his face etched with a stark seriousness, like a granite statue, unyielding and cold. Seeing Molly, Shawn's demeanor softened a bit, "Why are you back?"

Molly waved her hand, "Dad, let me try."

Shawn was about to send Molly away when Vera, holding Theodore, stood at the door, "Dad, give Molly a chance. She'll surprise you."

Wesley leaned against the chair, looking at yet another person, Patrick's long-lost sister, Molly!

Molly circled him, seeing that he wasn't afraid of pain. With that, Molly immediately smiled and walked out, "Take him outside and hang him up." "Wouldn't that kill him?" Shawn asked.

Molly looked at Shawn disdainfully, "Who said to hang him by the neck? Hang him upside down."

Soon, in the Olteran Manor's yard, Wesley was hung upside down.

Susan was eager to join the fun, but Randall, fearing she would pick up bad habits, held her back.

In the end, Susan leaned against the window, half her body almost out, curiously watching the scene outside.