The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 156 Brother Hits Someone

Vera's limbs, he could see them every day, he could distinguish her.

The most likely scenario was that she lent her clothes to someone else. However, Mia wouldn't let her say, and neither would Randall. Vera gritted her teeth and shook her head. Patrick slammed the table with both hands and anxiously asked, "Vera, who did you swap clothes with? You have to tell me."

Vera shook her head again.

"Vera, tell me now!"

Patrick was getting desperate, and he yelled at Vera, whom he cherished like a treasure.

Except for the time right after their wedding when they didn't get along, Patrick had always treated her like a precious gem.

Suddenly, he shouted at her.

Vera stood in his study and burst into tears on the spot. She couldn't stop crying. She stood there like a child being scolded by her parents, feeling wronged and heartbroken. Vera lifted her sleeve and kept wiping her tears.

Patrick, feeling frustrated, clenched his fists and impulsively walked over to the crying Vera. He held her shoulders and said, "Vera, tell me, who did you lend your clothes to? This is very important to me." Vera's vision was blurred by tears. On one side, Mia had told her not to tell Patrick, and on the other, Randall was taking the blame for her.

Faced with Patrick's questioning, she didn't know how to respond. She cried like a child, sobbing uncontrollably.

Patrick realized he was being impulsive and needed to be rational and calm down.

Vera was scared to tears by his bad temper.

Patrick closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He looked at Vera, who was tearfully looking at him, and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you." Vera, still sobbing, said intermittently, "I'm sorry, Darling."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Patrick said, holding Vera in his arms.

It was late at night, time to rest. Patrick received a phone call and suddenly left. Vera, with tears still on her eyelashes, chased after him and asked, "Darling, where are you going?"

Patrick replied, "I have something to do outside. Go back inside; it's cold out here. I won't be back tonight."

With that, he drove away.

Vera stood at the door, watching him leave. He didn't know that she cried so sadly.

Cindy came downstairs and saw Vera standing outside in her pajamas. She quickly pulled her inside. "Vera, tell me, what's wrong?"

Vera cried and hugged Cindy's waist, burying herself in her arms. "Cindy, Patrick is ignoring me."

"Don't cry. I'll talk to him tomorrow. He's probably just busy with work; he won't ignore you."

Vera shook her head. "No, he hates me because I lied."

Cindy had no choice but to keep comforting the emotionally distressed Vera.

Cloudwing Hotel.

Patrick appeared. On his table was a stack of documents, over a hundred pages. Patrick picked up the top sheet and tossed it aside. He picked up another sheet and set it aside. "Mrs. Olteran, what you have here are the profiles of tonight's participants in the gold field competition."

Patrick picked up sheet after sheet, none of them what he wanted, and he tossed them aside. He continued looking and continued tossing. Finally, he found Randall's profile. Blue card, code name "Rand." It included a series of combat analysis below.

Patrick looked at it with disdain and handed Randall's profile to Jack. "Ban him from entering in the future."

"Understood. I'll cancel Mr. Randall Olteran's blue card right away."

Patrick continued searching, "Where's Mrs. Olteran's?"

"What?"

Patrick repeated, "Where's Mrs. Olteran's profile?"

Jack, flustered, replied, "Mr. Olteran, there's no information on Mrs. Olteran here."

Patrick frowned and looked at Jack. "Could her profile have just disappeared?"

Jack said, "There really isn't any, unless Mrs. Olteran is a high-level competitor, in which case all her information would be classified."

Patrick squinted. Vera usually seemed weak, not someone with good combat skills. Could she actually be a high-level competitor in the Shadow Syndicate United? Things were getting more interesting. "Go find out for me."

Jack nodded. "For Mrs. Olteran, we need your highest authorization."

Patrick took out a single sheet, wrote a string of numbers on it, and handed it to Jack.

Lilac Manor.

"34, 35, 36... keep going. You like watching competitions, right? I'll train you to be strong enough to compete."

Sebastian pressed down on Mia's feet, making her do sit-ups.

Mia lay on her mom's yoga mat, hands behind her head, legs bent, on the verge of tears.

"Sebastian, my stomach is sore. I can't do it anymore."

Sebastian said, "Keep going, come on."

Mia struggled to lift her head, but couldn't. Finally, she grabbed Sebastian's arm to pull herself up.

"Best brother in the universe, please let me off this time. I promise I won't do it again."

"Mia, what did you promise me last time?"

Mia clung to Sebastian's arm, maintaining her position. "I broke my promise last time, but I swear this time."

Sebastian ignored her empty promises. "37, keep on."

Mia lay down on the yoga mat, starting to act spoiled. She was betting on Sebastian's reaction by refusing to continue.

Suddenly, she felt a slap on her thigh. She was wearing pajama pants, and the slap landed directly on her leg, making her gasp in pain. "Sebastian! You hit me." Sebastian said, "Get up and keep going. If you don't, I'll hit you again!"

Mia tried to pull her feet away, but Sebastian held her ankles tightly, making her unable to move.

"Sebastian, do you believe I'll tell our parents?"

Mia, lying on the edge, reached for her phone to call their parents back home.

Sebastian, quick as lightning, snatched it away. He stood up, and Mia's feet were freed.

She quickly got up and jumped in front of Sebastian to grab the phone.

"Give me my phone, Sebastian. I'll call our parents and tell them you're abusing me at home."

Sebastian's face darkened. Abusing her? He had always treated her like a precious gem!

"You really want to call?"

Mia nodded angrily.

Since she wanted to call, Sebastian decided to do it himself. He found "Mom" on Mia's phone and dialed.

"I'll tell Mom what you did today."

Mia panicked. No way. If their parents found out she went to an underground casino, she'd face punishment from all three of them.

"Sebastian, don't call." Mia was frantic.

She hooked her arm around Sebastian's neck, making him bend down so she could grab the phone.

"Sebastian, how about we both don't tattle? I won't hold it against you for hitting me."

Sebastian was no longer interested in her compromise.

The call connected.