The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 257 Following Cindy

Since Vera blamed him, Patrick knew that if he didn't prove his ability, Vera wouldn't be afraid. "I'll work hard tonight; don't cry under me."

Vera shuddered at the thought of certain nights, saying, "I'm going to take a shower."

Wrapped in a blanket, Vera headed to the bathroom. Patrick scared her by pulling the blanket away. Now exposed, Vera quickly dashed into the bathroom to hide. What if Patrick wanted to make love to her early in the morning?

Patrick could see through Vera's thoughts with just a glance.

With a doting smile, Patrick said helplessly, "I've met my match."

Patrick's match was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Knowing that Vera had sobered up, Patrick knocked on the bathroom door and informed her, "I'm going to the study. If you get bored, come find me there." Vera said, "Okay. Patrick, can you tell the chef I'm hungry?"

Patrick left the room with a smile.

He first instructed the maid to prepare food for Vera, then called Randall to the study.

He asked him, "How did it go last night? Did you follow him?"

Randall replied, "I followed him halfway. He parked his car by the roadside to make a call, then turned around and took Emma to the hospital."

Randall was very curious about who had hit Emma in the face. "Judging by the force, it looks a bit like Vera's punch?"

"That's Vera's punch," Patrick confirmed.

Randall clapped his hands excitedly and pointed at Patrick. "Uncle Patrick, I bet Molly last night that the injury on Emma's face was from Vera. Mia didn't believe it; she thought Vera would hit all over the body, not just the face. See, I won." Patrick said, "Molly wasn't wrong either. Vera did hit her elsewhere, but the face was the worst."

Randall insisted, "That still means I won."

Patrick chuckled and casually asked, "Does Vera usually drink with you guys?"

"When the three of us hang out, the girls drink beer. At our class reunions, I always make sure they drink beverages they picked and never let them out of their hands. What's wrong?" Patrick rarely praised Randall, "Good job."

Randall was flattered and felt a bit unreal.

He asked, "By the way, Uncle Patrick, what about the Tooker family?"

Patrick's eyes darkened. "If the Tooker Group still exists next year, then it will be a problem."

Randall was puzzled. "Uncle Patrick, what are you planning to do?"

Patrick hinted, saying, "The bank."

Randall, being smart, quickly caught on. "If the Tooker Group can still secure funds despite a broken cash flow, does it mean someone powerful is backing them?" Patrick nodded.

The Tooker Group had come this far; no smart person would abandon it.

The person behind the Tooker Group wasn't a fool and would naturally step in to help.

Once they did, Patrick's target would be narrowed down.

After her shower, Vera went to find Patrick. She opened the door and saw Randall. "Why are you in Patrick's study again?"

Randall replied, "Just chatting."

Vera was puzzled. "About what?"

Patrick teased Vera, saying, "Drinking."

Vera replied, "Okay, then I won't disturb you. Bye." She quickly left.

Patrick laughed, and Randall was confused. "Uncle Patrick, why is Vera so easygoing today?"

Patrick laughed out loud but didn't want to embarrass Vera, so he didn't mention last night's events.

As Vera was leaving, she saw Cindy about to head out. Memories of the previous day flashed in her mind.

Vera called out, "Cindy, where are you going? I'll go out with you."

Cindy replied, "You just woke up. Go eat first. I'll be back soon." Then she left.

Vera asked the maid, "Where's Vincent?"

The maid answered, "Mr. Vincent Olteran went to work this morning."

Standing at the door with her hands on her hips, Vera watched Cindy's car drive away.

If Vincent were here, he wouldn't let Cindy go alone. Cindy must not have told Vincent about her family matters; she didn't want to drag Vincent's work into it. Vera turned and went upstairs.

She entered Patrick's study without knocking.

Coincidentally, Randall was about to leave.

Vera pushed the door open forcefully, causing Randall to hit his face on the door.

He shouted, "Vera!"

Seeing Randall about to leave, Vera grabbed his wrist. "Come with me."

Downstairs, Randall shook off Vera's hand and rubbed his nose with the other, "Thank God my nose is real."

Vera found Randall's car keys and handed them to him. "Drive me somewhere."

Randall replied, "Let Uncle Patrick take you. I'm not going."

Vera said, "The Wallace family. Dylan asked Cindy for $1.2 million yesterday, and Cindy just went out alone." Hearing this, Randall no longer felt the pain in his nose. He grabbed the car keys and ran out. Vera followed him out.

The maids watched Vera and Randall running back and forth, not knowing what was going on. Tom and Shawn saw them and remarked, "Young people have so much energy for running." In the car.

Randall fastened his seatbelt with one hand and started the car with the other.

Before Vera could fasten her seatbelt, Randall had already driven off.

Seeing Randall's anxious expression, Vera swallowed and confessed, "Patrick told me about Cindy's situation last night." Randall responded with a grunt.

After a while, Randall asked Vera, "Did Dylan hit my mom again yesterday?"

Vera recalled the slap on Cindy's face and said, "Yes, and he cursed her too."

Randall's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

He stepped on the gas and sped toward the Wallace family.

When they arrived, Cindy's car wasn't there.

Vera was about to get out when Randall quickly fastened her seatbelt again.

She was amazed at his speed.

Randall said, "My mom isn't here."

He turned the car around and headed toward downtown.

Vera sat back and enjoyed the ride, watching the scenery fly by, but her heart was heavy.

Soon, they stopped in front of a café. There, Randall spotted Cindy's car.

Randall explained, "My mom knows it's dangerous to go to the Wallace family. She would arrange to meet them in a familiar place. This café is one of her investments; she's a major shareholder. If those two try anything, her safety won't be at risk."

Vera remarked, "I didn't know you were so respectful and knew Cindy so well."

Vera and Randall didn't enter the café. They watched the three people inside through the car window.

Cindy had only put $10,000 on the table.

Dylan and Joe were furious and stood up to hit Cindy.

The staff quickly intervened, and Cindy narrowly avoided a slap.

"I asked for $1.2 million, and you give me $10,000? That's far from enough. Are you fooling me?" Joe yelled, pointing at Cindy's face.