The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 150 Asking Vera About Her Sex Life

In the car.

Vera and Randall simultaneously turned to the back seat and applauded Mia.

Vera asked, "Mia, did you take a special course on how to insult people?"

Mia flicked her bangs arrogantly and scoffed, "Last night, when I heard Sebastian talking, I decided to blow this thing up. He's a scumbag, and hiding it for him would be aiding his crimes. And then he had the nerve to ask me out today? He must have a death wish. I'm not stupid enough to not see through such an idiot."

Randall curiously asked, "Mia, how did you know that he couldn't even last half an hour?"

"Sebastian mentioned it when he was cursing him yesterday. I overheard."

Mia looked at them innocently.

Last night, in Mia's room again.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, a pillow on her lap, her elbows resting on the pillow, and her hands propping up her cheeks as she listened to Sebastian's endless lecture. Suddenly, Sebastian mentioned Roger's short performance in bed. He quickly shut up, but Mia perked up and asked, "Sebastian, are you saying he's impotent?"

Sebastian tapped her forehead and scolded her, "You didn't listen to a word of my main point and focused on this instead."

Later, Mia wouldn't let the topic go. She moved from her room to Sebastian's room, sitting by his bed and pestering him, not letting him sleep.

She looked at Sebastian with great interest and asked, "Sebastian, if Roger is impotent, how does he still have the confidence to be a playboy?" Sebastian felt extremely helpless at that moment.

As her brother, he felt a bit awkward being asked such questions.

So, Sebastian wrapped Mia in a blanket and sent her back to her room.

"Sebastian."

Sebastian closed and locked the door, covering his ears.

On the way to the Golden Arena, Vera and Randall had heard all about Mia's antics from the previous day.

Knowing this, Vera thought Mia was very bold.

Mia boldly asked Randall, "Randall, how long is normal for men to last during sex? The novels say it can last a whole day. Is that true?"

Randall got irritated. "I've never been in a relationship. How would I know!"

So, both of them turned their gaze to the married Vera.

"Why are you looking at me?" Vera, who had been laughing at the drama earlier, stuttered.

"Being married doesn't mean I know everything."

"Why don't you ask your husband?" Mia, who was very interested in sex knowledge, suggested mischievously.

Randall asked Vera, "Do you remember what I said to you the first day we met at my house?"

Vera nodded; she remembered it clearly.

In fact, she had once felt fortunate about it.

However, after almost touching Patrick's private parts last time, she felt a bit doubtful about Randall's words.

"What did you two say? Tell me, I want to hear." Gossip-hungry Mia chimed in.

Randall was about to speak when Vera hurriedly stopped him. "My husband's matters are for me to know, and none of you are allowed to discuss them." "Didn't you just scold him this morning? What are you defending him for now?"

No matter how much Mia asked, Vera just shook her head and refused to say anything.

Randall thought Vera was blinded by love. Later, when it came to his Uncle Patrick, Randall didn't say a word out of loyalty.

Mia said, "I've been asking for ages and got nothing."

When they arrived at the designated location sent to their phones, they got out of the car and opened the trunk to take out the materials inside.

The three of them fell silent when they saw the red, black, and white paint.

"Vera, is this what you bought?"

Vera sheepishly explained, "I just grabbed a box and left. I didn't check the colors."

After looking at the three colors, Randall said, "With these flashy colors, we could go on stage and perform a play."

They finally entered the venue.

With black painted their whole body, it was almost impossible to tell who they were. They painted red and white stripes on their faces, creating a strange look.

The car stopped in front of a hotel. After checking in, they entered the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor.

Then, the elevator descended rapidly.

When they reached the third basement level, they all stepped out of the elevator.

The basement was dark, illuminated only by lights.

The ceiling and surroundings were filled with light sticks.

It was autumn, and the weather was getting colder.

The temperature in the basement was even lower.

Randall saw Vera and Mia rubbing their arms for warmth. Even though he was cold too, Randall took off his khaki coat and draped it over Vera's shoulders. "Put this on." Vera looked at his coat and felt touched. "You deserved my doting."

"Yeah, right. Ever since you married my uncle, do I even have power there anymore?"

Vera thought about it and realized it was true. Since she joined the Olteran family, Randall's status had indeed changed. "I'll pamper you when we get back."

"No, thanks! Pamper your husband. I still want to live a few more years in peace."

Vera pouted, and the thought of Patrick brought a sweet feeling to her heart.

She noticed Mia's clothes were also thin, so she said to Mia, "You should wear Randall's coat. I'll warm up once I get on stage."

Mia shook her head, understanding why Randall gave the coat to Vera. "Vera, you're going to compete on stage later. We don't know who the opponent is yet. Keep the coat on to maintain your body temperature. If you get too cold, your skeletal muscles will shiver, and you won't perform at your best."

Randall nodded. "Wear my coat. I'll hold Mia."

Randall opened his arms and pulled Mia under his arm. "Mia, don't overthink it. I'm just holding you because you're cold. Don't let your brother come after me later."

Mia patted the hand on her shoulder. "It's not that cold today. I can handle it without you holding me."

Vera saw that Mia was wearing a sports bra under her denim jacket.

"Mia, let's switch clothes," Vera said.

She then explained, "I'm wearing a turtleneck sweater today, which isn't good for performing on stage. Your clothes are tight-fitting, which will be better for me. What's more, my clothes are thicker and will keep you warmer." Mia looked at their clothes and nodded.

They went to the restroom to change.

When they came out, Randall pointed at them and said, "I almost couldn't tell you two apart." Their faces were painted similarly, so it was understandable that Randall couldn't distinguish them.

Mia blinked at Randall with her beautiful eyes and mischievously gestured for him to look at Vera's neck.