The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 154 Molly Everhart

The system quickly announced the matchups.

The first group was Vera.

She took a deep breath and relaxed. "The sooner I finish, the sooner I can leave and go home. I don't want Patrick to get suspicious, and I can't explain this to him." Randall said, "Please, make it quick and don't get hurt."

Vera nodded. She got up and wet her hands with water to cool down, then stepped onto the stage.

The man opposite her hadn't said a word from the beginning.

When Vera got on stage and saw his stance, she guessed he had been training in a martial arts gym since childhood.

"K" was very polite; he bowed to every opponent to show his respect.

However, his opponents were all arrogant and didn't take him seriously because he didn't speak, so his bows were never reciprocated.

Facing her opponent's respect, Vera also bowed to show her respect in return.

Vera's response surprised and delighted "K."

He hadn't expected the first person to respond to him would be Heroine.

He felt he was about to face a worthy opponent in martial arts.

Off the stage, they admired each other. On the stage, they instantly went into battle mode.

The system started the timer.

Another fierce battle began.

Patrick walked to a glass door, behind which seemed to be a large private room with hundreds of people seated.

This door couldn't be opened manually; it required a card.

Patrick placed his fingerprint on the card swipe area, and the door instantly unlocked automatically.

He entered.

"Randall, I'm going to the restroom. Keep an eye on Vera. If she seems off, throw in the white flag immediately. Don't let her fight recklessly like she did in high school." Mia said.

Randall nodded. "I know. If she gets hurt this time, Uncle Patrick will not only shut this place down, but we'll also pay a heavy price."

The match on the stage was in full swing.

Vera was using all her skills against K. Close combat, long-range attacks, punches-she used them all.

She missed a punch and quickly turned to get out of K's control.

K's specialty was jiu-jitsu, and the most lethal point was that if he got his opponent on the ground, it was hard for them to fight back.

He tried several times to get Vera on the ground. But Vera was like an eel, slipping away just as he was about to catch her.

Vera quickly moved behind K and struck his knee joint hard.

K fell.

He grabbed Vera's ankle and threw her heavily to the ground as well.

Vera thought, 'This is bad!'

Lying on the ground, she had no method to fight back.

Her body was instantly restrained.

Vera's neck was being pressed, and her face turned red from the strain.

Everyone's attention was on the stage. This match was really hard to call.

Vera reacted quickly. Even though she couldn't breathe, she made a swift decision in danger.

She gave up trying to save herself and instead freed one hand, making a fist.

She punched K's temple with her fist.

K groaned in pain, and his grip on Vera loosened.

She seized the opportunity to strike again, punching K's vulnerable neck and completely knocking him off her.

She rolled over, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for air and trying to steady her heart rate.

Time was still ticking, and they were evenly matched.

Mia came out of the restroom, having just washed her hands. She rolled up her sleeves and walked past the glass door towards the competition area.

Suddenly, she noticed a man without makeup, showing his face in the gold area.

Just as she was about to call out, the man turned and saw her. Yes, that man was Patrick.

At first glance, it was because Mia was wearing the same top as Vera that caught his attention.

Their eyes met.

Patrick saw the fear in Mia's eyes.

Was she afraid of him?

Patrick squinted and scrutinized her features. Because her build was very similar to Vera's and they were both wearing high-neck tops, Patrick instinctively wondered if this woman could be his mischievous wife! However, this girl gave him a completely different feeling.

Her hair didn't look as smooth.

Patrick glanced sideways and suddenly!

He noticed a strange scar on Mia's upper arm.

That scar triggered long-buried memories in Patrick's mind. He thought of the little girl who went missing years ago, whom he had been searching for fifteen years.

Patrick's breathing quickened as he looked again at the heavily made-up Mia.

He reached out and grabbed Mia's arm, asking, "Who are you?"

Mia's eyes widened in fear. This man was Vera's husband, Patrick!

Mia glanced at the stage where Vera was still fighting. "Help!"

Mia forcefully shook off his hand and quickly ran into the crowd. "Molly Everhart."

Patrick called after her.

Patrick had come to find Vera, but after seeing that girl, Vera was no longer on his mind.

His world seemed to be completely filled with someone named "Molly Everhart."

Patrick chased after the shadow.

Mia looked back and saw him relentlessly pursuing her.

She regretted deeply. "It's all over."

Mia rushed into the crowd and ran to the edge of the stage. "Randall, something terrible happened. Patrick is here."

Randall thought he misunderstood.

Mia pointed behind. ;"Really, your uncle, I saw him with my own eyes."

Hearing Patrick's name, Randall's legs went weak. "Damn, Mia, don't scare me. How would Uncle Patrick know about this place? He doesn't even have a card; how did he get in?" Mia, with sharp eyes, saw Patrick again.

At this moment, Randall also saw the unmasked Patrick!

Shocked, Randall felt like he had already dug his own grave.

Mia felt she should escape immediately.

She was the first to be unfaithful. "Randall, don't blame me for being disloyal. You and Vera take care of yourself. I'm out of here. Hope we meet again alive." The unfaithful Mia quickly fled.

Leaving behind a terrified Randall, who was now staring into the eyes of a very angry Patrick.

Even though Randall was disguised, he was Patrick's nephew, and Patrick recognized him immediately.

Patrick walked toward him step by step; his face turned dark. With each step closer, Randall felt he was one step closer to death.

His heart raced, almost giving out under Patrick's intense aura.

On the stage, Vera was about to win. But she suddenly saw the most distinctive man in the crowd.

Her mouth opened in surprise, forgetting to press her advantage.

That was her husband. Why was he here?

She stopped fighting.

She stopped punching.

She didn't care about advancing.

She leaped off the stage.

K and the spectators were all confused. What was Heroine doing?

Vera's actions made it clear. She was going to be a deserter!

If she stayed here any longer, she was done for.

She left everything behind, realizing she couldn't save Randall either. She prioritized her own safety and fled the scene.

The arena erupted into chaos, leaving K so bewildered that he started shouting in his native language.

Patrick had now reached Randall.

Randall raised his hands in immediate surrender.

"Where's your aunt?"

Randall instinctively turned to look at the woman on the stage.

He suddenly turned around.

Where was Vera?