The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 410 Warning

Vera considerately didn't follow. She looked at Vera, her eyes red, and nodded.

Vincent also stood up. "Cindy, I suddenly remembered something at work, I need to go out, don't wait for me tonight."

Cindy said, "Why do you and Patrick both have things to do?"

Randall was also about to get up when Shawn's hand landed on his shoulder. "You stay home with Cindy."

Vincent and Patrick rarely went out together.

They came to an old neighborhood, with a tree in the yard left to grow wild. As soon as they got out of the car, they felt a heavy, ominous atmosphere. Having obtained Dennis' exact address, Vincent and Patrick went straight upstairs.

Hearing the sound of a car arriving downstairs, Jeffrey keenly went to the window and looked down to see that it was Vincent and Patrick.

He frowned. "Mr. Turner, it's Vincent and Patrick."

Dennis was also about to have dinner, his hand holding the plate froze, and his eyes immediately became alert. He asked, "Has Sebastian come?" Jeffrey shook his head. "No."

Dennis thought, 'Vincent and Patrick come instead of Sebastian, which means Glen doesn't spill the beans, and Sebastian hasn't gathered evidence to investigate us. 'As long as it isn't Sebastian, I don't care.'

"Mr. Turner, could it be about what happened sixteen years ago?" Jeffrey asked again.

Dennis shook his head again. "If it were about the case from sixteen years ago, Sebastian wouldn't let it go."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Dennis looked at the black door, calmed himself, and said, "Open the door."

Jeffrey walked to the door and glanced at Vincent and Patrick outside. They stood at the doorway, their expressions grim, emanating a chilling blend of seriousness and fury. Opening the door, Jeffrey glanced at Patrick, then said, "Please come in."

Vincent and Patrick entered the room one after the other.

The tree in the yard blocked the view from inside the house. Even though it was bright and sunny outside in the summer, the interior still required the lights to be on. The room's old furniture seemed lifeless.

The colors were faded, and the atmosphere felt heavy and oppressive.

Vincent and Patrick stood in front of Dennis. Dennis, having been in the officialdom for a long time, even if he had suspicions, still wore a kind smile. "Why are you here today? You didn't even tell me. Jeffrey, go prepare two more sets of utensils."

Vincent sat down and said, "It's been years since we last saw Mr. Turner. Shawn often mentioned that we should come visit you. With no family left, you're all alone now. Shawn's heart aches for your situation and wanted to join us, but unfortunately, his busy schedule kept him from making the trip."

The smile on Dennis's face faded as he glanced at Vincent. It seemed they didn't come with good intentions. He replied, "No need for your concern!"

Jeffrey took out the utensils and placed them on the table. He then picked up a cup, thoughtfully pouring coffee for Vincent and Patrick.

As he handed the cup, Patrick glanced at his wrist but said nothing.

Patrick abruptly stood up from his seat and walked to the living room, pausing in front of two black-and-white portraits. He studied the photos and asked, "Mr. Turner has managed to live such a simple life for so many years. With a lifespan like that, why don't you remarry?"

Without waiting for his answer, Patrick continued, "Or have you already remarried, just secretly?"

Thinking of Emily, Dennis turned his head, looking at Patrick in the living room. "What do you mean?"

Patrick smiled, walked over, and sat next to Dennis. "Mr. Turner, as a teacher in a university, haven't you met a suitable female student? As long as it's kept secret, no one will know."

Dennis, realizing Patrick's insinuation, shot a harsh glare at Jeffrey. He had been assured that Emily's situation was kept under wraps.

Jeffrey looked panicked, thinking, 'When does Patrick find out?'

Dennis decided to cut to the chase. "You didn't just come to visit, did you?"

Vincent's eyes suddenly turned fierce. "We're here to talk to you about getting back at an old feud between us."

Dennis stared at Vincent. "What do you mean?"

Vincent's fury over Cindy and the unborn child was barely contained as he addressed Dennis. "Fourteen years ago, you used the Wallace family to harm Cindy and kill my child. How should I repay that debt?" Jeffrey, recalling the events of that year, immediately stood by Dennis' side, fearing Vincent and Patrick would harm Dennis.

Dennis, now understanding Vincent and Patrick's intentions, felt his initial unease settle. It seemed Dylan and Joe had revealed the truth.

However, Dennis was not overly concerned. Dylan and Joe were not a serious threat, and he had no intention of hiding the facts.

Dennis grinned perversely. "Harm Cindy? Is Cindy dead? Kill your child? Was your child even fully formed?" He seemed almost pleased. "Did I break the law? No. Since I haven't broken any laws, there's no grudge." The room was silent for two seconds. A sinister smile crept across Patrick's face as he spoke slowly, "In that case, Emily's child is unformed embryo either, so it doesn't matter if it's killed, right?"

The smile on Dennis's face froze. She thought, 'How does he find out about Emily?'

His expression turned to one of sharp suspicion. "Patrick!"

Patrick looked at him, calm and indifferent, speaking as if discussing the weather, "It's not illegal, just killing an unborn child, while leaving Emily alive."

He glanced at Dennis, "Unfortunately, you won't have any childs again!"

Dennis, enraged, slammed the table, his eyes red with anger. "How dare you!"

Jeffrey immediately warned Patrick, "Don't forget, you have a pregnant woman at home, too. Patrick, if you want Vera to be safe, don't act rashly!"

A painful scream drew everyone's attention to Patrick.

In an astonishing display of speed, just as Jeffrey mentioned Vera, Patrick had plunged a fork into Jeffrey's hand, piercing through the back.

He used a fork to stab through Jeffrey's hand!

The sheer force he exerted was shocking!

Dennis couldn't believe his eyes.

Patrick's speed had even left Jeffrey stunned.

It wasn't until Jeffrey felt the searing pain and the warmth of his blood flowing out that he let out a roar of agony.

Patrick was shrouded in darkness.

No one could use Vera to threaten him. His knuckles whitened with the force of his grip. Patrick's eyes were icy and menacing. "Just a warning!" His tone, though casual, made Jeffrey shiver. Jeffrey, drenched in sweat from the pain, gasped for breath as if trying to ease his agony.

He stared viciously at Patrick, each breath filled with a desire to tear Patrick apart.

Patrick gently warned again, "Mark my words. If you mention Vera's name again, and next time that fork won't just go through your hand."

Patrick pulled the bloodied fork out of Jeffrey's hand and then pressed it against Jeffrey's temple.

His whole body exuded a murderous aura, his voice still calm, yet terrifying. "Next time, I'll stab it through here."