The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 618 Not So Good Friendship

Patrick opened his eyes and said coldly, "Block the road."

Scott got up, walked over to Patrick, and raised an eyebrow. "So, you are making a move, huh? Hurry up, I'm anxious to see Theodore."

Patrick found him annoying. "Jeffrey's jaw is broken, and his arm is fractured. Pick one, and I'll go easy on you."

Upon hearing this, Scott fell silent.

Later, Joshua called to ask, "How's the kid?"

"Who told you my son was kidnapped?" Patrick looked at the quiet Scott on the sofa.

Scott quickly explained, "The one who usually talks the most and loves to join the fun-didn't you notice he's not here this time?" It was Ian again!

Jeffrey realized that without Emily, he couldn't take care of Aleah by himself. She cried the whole way. People passing by even suspected he was a kidnapper. Some secretly took out their phones to take pictures of him, and others were ready to call the police.

"Get lost!" Jeffrey was rude and directly cursed at the people around him.

Jeffrey was constantly on the run, realizing that everyone around him was unfriendly, even the road to Blaze Mountain was suddenly blocked.

Aleah kept crying in his arms, and he was injured. It felt like everyone around was staring at him. Jeffrey had to be wary of both the police and Patrick's men. He was tense and highly stressed.

In a regular sedan parked by the roadside, two men sat inside. One of them was watching Jeffrey through binoculars, adjusting the focus to catch every expression on Jeffrey's face.

"Are you getting farsighted? Can't you see Jeffrey?" the driver said to his partner. They were only a few hundred feet away, with no obstacles in sight, yet he was using binoculars to monitor Jeffrey, which seemed unnecessary.

"It's not that way. I've been studying psychology lately. Jeffrey's expressions are a classic case in psychology. He's nervous and his heart is racing. Look at his eyes, they're full of fear," the other man replied.

The frivolous man put down the binoculars and took out his phone. "Call the cops, let the sirens torment him a bit."

Ten minutes later, the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance. Jeffrey didn't know if they were coming for him, so he immediately ducked into a nearby alley.

The two men exchanged glances and got out of the car. The driver, who was more cautious, hid his weapon. "Jeffrey is a former boxing champion, be careful not to get hit."

"After barely escaping from Mr. Olteran, do you think he was still powerful? One arm is useless, and he's holding a child with the other. Is he going to fight me with his mouth?" the other man retorted.

The cautious man followed Jeffrey. "With a broken jaw, he can't even bite you."

"That doesn't sound quite right," the other man quickly retorted.

The two men, bickering, followed Jeffrey into the alley. The paths inside were complex, and they stopped joking, fearing Jeffrey might hide in one of the alleys and they wouldn't be able to catch up. Fortunately, the child kept crying, and they could follow the sound.

Jeffrey supposed he had gotten rid of a burden and could escape better with Aleah, but he had overlooked the child, who was still young and needed food and milk.

Aleah's cries grew weaker, and the sound of police sirens grew closer. Jeffrey had no choice but to take out his phone and make an overseas call. "Hello."

Cole and Wesley were waiting for news from Jeffrey. When the phone rang, Cole excitedly answered and put it to his ear. He heard the sound of a baby crying and could almost picture Patrick frantically searching for his son. Cole's voice was excited. "Did you get him?"

Jeffrey looked down at Aleah and seized the moment. "Mr. Rossi, you must be pretty scared of Patrick taking over the Rossi Group you built, right?"

Cole's eyes narrowed, instantly on guard. "What are you getting at?"

Jeffrey kept his cool. "Relax, I haven't turned on you. But I need you to do one more thing for me. Open a private account overseas in Aleah Turner's name and deposit the remaining $4 billion. When she comes of age, she gets the money." Wesley saw what Jeffrey was doing, setting up Dennis's kid for the future. He was impressed. "Jeffrey, your loyalty is something else. Stick with me, and I'll help you get your revenge."

Jeffrey let out a bitter laugh. Everyone was just trying to survive. Counting on anyone was pointless.

"We're just partners, nothing more." He didn't think much of the Rossi family. Jeffrey looked down at Aleah in his arms. "Patrick's son is with me. If you don't do what I say, I'll go back and make peace with the Olteran family, pinning everything on you. Then you will have to face Patrick's wrath."

"Jeffrey!" Cole was furious, shouting in anger at being threatened.

Wesley, however, didn't see it as a big deal and quickly agreed. "I have one condition. After it's done, I want Patrick's son to disappear for good."

Jeffrey hung up the phone. He looked at Aleah, who was quiet now, and got up to buy a bottle of milk from a nearby store.

The two men hiding in the shadows exchanged glances, still keeping an eye on Jeffrey. "Why do you think Jeffrey is so loyal to Dennis?" the frivolous man asked.

The cautious man shook his head. "It's impressive, really. If I ever fall, would you take care of my son?"

The frivolous man shook his head. "No. If I fall, would you take care of my son?"

The cautious man also shook his head. "No." They both fell silent.

In the afternoon, Patrick received a message: [The Rossi family].

Patrick glanced at it, showing little reaction. He turned his phone face down, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes again. The wedding ring on his finger seemed to be his favorite toy. Scott watched Patrick, who had been indifferent all day. Except for reacting to Vera's call, he showed no emotion, making it hard to read him.

"Patrick, give it to me straight. Will I see Theodore today?" Scott asked.

Patrick replied, "No."

"Well. If you don't go back, I'll go find Theodore myself." Scott was about to leave but saw that Patrick didn't stop him. Feeling uncertain, he returned to the sofa. "Forget it, I'll wait and go back with you." Around four or five in the afternoon, Vera made a video call. "Honey, are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

"I'm busy at the office, so I'll be home later," Patrick replied.

Vera turned the camera to Theodore's chubby face. "Look at Theodore. He slept all afternoon. When I woke him up, he pouted and cried. Shawn panicked like I was abusing Theodore and coaxed him back to sleep for another hour." As if Vera wasn't talking about him, Theodore, after being fed and rested, happily responded to Vera's words. The chaos from yesterday was a distant memory for him. At home, his status remained exceptionally high.