The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 105 Leave the Light On

The nickname was too easy to misunderstand.

Warren smiled awkwardly.

Young people have such unique nicknames.

Vera packed her bag at home, placed it on the sofa, and went to bed to sleep.

She was unaccustomed to sleeping alone, rolling in the bed several times before finally closing her eyes.

Randall also returned home because of the courses tomorrow.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, as Randall was getting ready for bed, he suddenly received a call from Patrick.

"Randall, are you at home or at the hospital?"

"I'm home, Uncle Patrick."

Patrick replied, "Come pick me up at the Cloudwing Hotel if you are available. I've had a few drinks tonight and can't drive."

Randall was surprised. He hadn't graduated yet, and Patrick had never let him meet business partners of the Olteran Group.

This was the first time he had actively asked him to come. If he went, it was very likely that everyone would know who he was. "Uncle Patrick, are you sure you want me to come?" "Come over. Room 503."

Patrick hung up, leaving Randall puzzled about his intentions.

He left the house, got into his car in the garage at the Olteran Manor, and headed toward the bustling city center, eventually stopping at the entrance of the Cloudwing Hotel.

In the past, Patrick would always have a driver with him for social events.

However, Jack was not available today, and Sophia was a woman, so Patrick had asked Randall to come, allowing him to make an appearance in front of everyone and gradually introduce him to the business partners of the Olteran family. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Patrick said.

Randall entered, seeing at least a dozen people in the room, all looking at him as he walked in.

"Uncle Patrick.."

Patrick nodded, gesturing for Randall to come to his side.

Randall glanced at the many businessmen in the room as he walked over to Patrick. "Uncle Warren."

The issue of how to address Warren was something he couldn't change, and Randall had gotten used to calling him 'Uncle Warren.' Warren nodded.

Patrick stood up to introduce everyone, "This is my nephew, Randall."

"He bears some resemblance to Mr. Olteran."

"How old is Randall?"

"Mr. Olteran, your nephew seems to have an extraordinary temperament."

The compliments from those around them made Patrick smile, and Randall politely thanked them.

"It's getting late; everyone should head home now. If you're late, the wives at home will lock the doors and not let you in."

With Patrick's words, everyone understood it was time to leave.

Patrick patted Randall on the back, leading him and Warren out first.

"Warren, let Randall drive you back later. You've been drinking, and the driver isn't here," Patrick said. Warren without hesitation as he got into Patrick's car.

After closing the door, Randall drove away from the front of the Cloudwing Hotel.

As they left, the people behind them all had different thoughts. They didn't understand why Patrick suddenly wanted his nephew to appear, not knowing where he studied or how old he was.

In the car, Randall asked, "Uncle Patrick, you never let me meet our business partners before. Why did you have me come today?" He wondered why Patrick urged him to come.

Patrick replied, "You're already a college student. It's time for you to get involved in the family business. From today, you'll accompany me to social events during holidays to learn and gain experience." Warren agreed. "It's good to start learning early. Randall, you should learn from your uncle. Even if you grasp half of it, you'll excel in this industry."

Randall remained silent, focusing on driving.

In the back seat, Warren and Patrick continued their conversation.

"Patrick, don't you find it strange today?"

They had invited Patrick to dinner, but it seemed unplanned to invite Warren, and the invitation came ten minutes later than the usual dinner time. It was clearly a carefully orchestrated plan.

Patrick's eyes sharpened when it came to business matters. He slowly uttered, "Internal company turmoil."

The person who invited them to dinner today was Ethan Harrison from the Harrison Group, aiming to extend the cooperation with the Olteran Group.

However, some people within his company seemed intent on humiliating Ethan, the chairman of the Harrison Group, which angered Patrick and led him to refuse cooperation.

During dinner, Sophia had already sent someone to investigate the Harrison Group.

The final result was shared with Patrick. "Other members of the Harrison Group want to oust Ethan from his position. The key lies in whether this contract with the Olteran Group can be extended. If Mr. Harrison can convince me to continue working with the Harrison Group, it means that the Olteran Group recognizes Mr. Harrison's abilities, and he can secure his position as the head of the Harrison Group. Faced with his presence, his opponents will naturally come up with tricks to sabotage this cooperation. So they tricked you into coming, causing the dinner that had already started to restart because of your arrival."

Although everyone seemed jovial on the surface today, chatting and laughing as if they were all close friends, in reality, they had already made their assessments of the Harrison Group.

Warren noticed Patrick's efficiency and his deep understanding of everything.

In just a short dinner, he had grasped the situation thoroughly.

Warren looked at Patrick, feeling a mix of emotions. "Will you reach an agreement with Ethan this time?"

Patrick fell silent for a moment. "I'll consult Vera."

"Her? What does she know? Consulting her is pointless."

"I'll listen to her this time."

Patrick opened the car window, looking out at Zandonick.

The streetlights flickered, and the traffic was sparse.

It was getting late, and the bustling streets of the day had quieted down at night. No one was rushing ahead of them..

They passed by a 24-hour convenience store.

Patrick asked Randall to stop the car, went in, and came back with a bag of items.

"What did you buy?"

"It's for Vera."

Patrick opened the bag to reveal chocolates and milk.

Warren, married for many years, seemed to understand and didn't ask any further questions.

When they returned home, he would chat with Brianna about Patrick's thoughtfulness and care, and also complain about how young people these days were not good at giving nicknames to others. Patrick arrived home after eleven o'clock at night.

Vera was already asleep.

After getting out of the car, Randall expressed his thoughts to Patrick. "Uncle Patrick, I don't want to do business."

Patrick chose not to hear it.

"It's late, go to bed. The driver will take you to school in the morning." "Okay."

Patrick went to the bedroom and found Vera lying face down on the bed.

He walked over, lifted her up, turned her over, and tucked her into sleep.

After covering her with the blanket, Patrick went downstairs to freshen up.

When he returned, Vera was once again lying face down on the bed.

He turned her over again.

"Darling." She opened her eyes drowsily, seeing his blurry figure in front of her, she mumbled before falling back asleep. Patrick gently patted her shoulder, coaxing her to sleep like comforting a child.

The night light Vera left for him was still on in the room.