The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 615 Snatched Back into Her Arms

Patrick drove to the company, feeling uneasy. He called Sadie again. "When did they take Ulysses?"

Sadie sounded flustered. "Eight this morning. They said he's charged with monopoly and might get sentenced."

Patrick frowned. "Sentenced? That's ridiculous!" He knew the Morales Group's business inside out. Monopoly? No way!

Patrick slammed on the brakes, staring at the green light ahead, his unease growing. He hung up on Sadie and called Vera. She answered, "Hey, honey?"

"Vera, keep yourself and the kids safe," Patrick said.

There was a sudden silence on Vera's end. Patrick quickly turned the car around. "Vera?"

"It's Jeffrey!" Vera shouted. Then there was a commotion, and Susan's anxious voice came through. "Patrick, they've taken Theodore." Patrick's eyes darkened instantly as he realized they were after his son.

By nine o'clock, the city roads had fewer cars. The rush hour was over, and Jeffrey's car sped ahead.

Randall's car was in hot pursuit, driving like a maniac with the pedal to the metal. In the back seat, Susan was terrified, feeling like the car might take off.

Vera clenched her fists, her eyes glued to the car ahead. She was worried it would disappear from her sight in a blink. She felt a chill run through her body because her son was in that car. She stayed silent, trying to control her anger. On either side, two other cars were also relentlessly trying to stop Jeffrey's car. Randall, enduring the pain in his chest, kept accelerating.

"Susan, call Molly and Sebastian," Randall instructed.

Susan grabbed her phone and quickly dialed Molly's number. "Hey, Molly..."

Molly was with Sebastian at the bank to withdraw cash when she got Susan's call. Without a word, Sebastian called his colleague. "Gino, I need you to access the city's surveillance and track a car. Find its route." Jeffrey looked at the cars behind him, unable to shake them off. He angrily punched the steering wheel, ignoring the crying Theodore beside him.

Theodore's little mouth was open, his face red, crying non-stop. Even though Vera couldn't hear it, she could imagine him crying. Vera's heart tightened, her anxiety and fear making her eyes mist with angry tears. "Mr. Chase, the car's location has been sent to your phone," Gina Collins said.

Sebastian instructed, "Set up immediately. It's Jeffrey."

"Sebastian, Theodore is still in the car," Molly said worriedly, her legs shaking with nervousness.

Sebastian took a deep breath and continued to give calm instructions, "After setting up, don't act rashly. There's a baby in the car, and he's a hostage."

They were blocking the road from the opposite direction. Vera was exceptionally calm. The more critical the moment, the quieter she became.

Randall's car had already caught up to Jeffrey's. He rammed into it directly. "Randall, Theodore's in the car." Vera wished she could crash into Jeffrey again, but there was more than one person in the car. Randall could only overtake from the front.

Randall gripped the steering wheel tightly. He suddenly swerved, nearly flipping the car. The two cars gradually pulled up side by side.

Randall glanced back and saw Theodore in the passenger seat, crying his heart out. Risking a rollover, he yanked the steering wheel sharply, using his car to block Jeffrey's, forcing it to stop. He took another hard hit in the process. With his path blocked, Jeffrey immediately threw the car into reverse. Within seconds, the car behind, driven by bodyguards, boxed him in.

As soon as the car stopped, Vera jumped out and sprinted towards Jeffrey. Jeffrey watched Vera, whom he had only met a few times, approaching. As he reached for Theodore, the driver's side window shattered instantly. Shards of glass flew everywhere.

Before Jeffrey could react, Vera slammed her elbow into his head. Vera put all her strength into it. She couldn't give Jeffrey any chance to take Theodore away. Her blow was so hard that it left Jeffrey dazed, his vision blurring.

Susan seized the moment. She opened the car door, and for the first time, the usually timid Susan did something brave. She ran to the back of the car, tried to open the locked passenger door, and then started pounding on the rear window. Soon, the bodyguards from the car behind came forward, shattered the rear window, and Susan, without waiting for them, opened the back door from the inside and climbed in.

Susan's actions startled Jeffrey. As he reached for the crying Theodore in the passenger seat, Vera punched him in the eye with her ringed hand.

The ring, chosen by Patrick and Theodore, had always been on her hand. The protruding diamond forced Jeffrey to defend his eye, making him counterattack.

Sure enough, Jeffrey instinctively turned to block Vera's striking fist, his gaze venomous, glaring at Vera. "You're asking for it."

Vera's other hand struck again, grabbing Jeffrey's hair and slamming his head towards the glass shards.

Susan squeezed into the front seat, her thin arm grabbing Theodore's collar. Gritting her teeth, she lifted the seventeen-pound Theodore from the front and held him in her arms.

Susan didn't waste a second. Holding Theodore, she immediately rushed out of Jeffrey's car. Randall, limited by the crash, had to move from the driver's seat to the passenger seat and finally got out from the right side. When he got out, he saw Susan, holding the child and retreating in fear. It was hard to imagine how much courage she had mustered to get into the car alone, risking Jeffrey's potential harm to take Theodore. "Susan!" Randall ran towards her. Seeing Randall, Susan burst into tears.

Two bodyguards from the car behind protected Susan and Theodore, while the other two moved towards Vera.

Seeing Theodore taken away, Jeffrey focused on another of Patrick's "weaknesses." He glared at Vera. "You bitch."

Jeffrey grabbed a shard of glass and threw it at Vera's face. Vera stepped back, and Jeffrey immediately got out of the car and moved towards her.

"Protect my son," Vera instructed the two who intended to protect her.

Vera recalled Jeffrey's crimes. Seventeen years ago, he tried to kill Molly, and last year he injured Molly in anger. Today, he tried to harm her son. Vera hadn't been active for a long time, but her knuckles were already cracking.