The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 620 Scared Out of Their Wits

At night, the temperature dropped. Jeffrey could handle it, but Aleah in his arms was shivering. Just last night, she was still in Emily's arms. Jeffrey couldn't bear to think about it anymore. Wesley called again, and Jeffrey hung up on him. Then he dialed Emma, who was also overseas. "Hey, Emma, you want $4 billion?" Jeffrey asked.

Emma was shocked. "What do you mean?" That amount was way more than she could ever make, even with her shady dealings. Jeffrey replied, "Raising a kid until adulthood."

The night was dark, but the lights at the Olteran Group were still on. Patrick's phone buzzed on the desk, and Scott glanced at it. Patrick picked up the phone and read the message. "Who's that?" Scott asked.

"Someone looking for trouble," Patrick replied.

Patrick turned off the phone. The incident seventeen years ago was caused by Glen and Dennis. Back then, Emma was just a student and wasn't involved. Although she was annoying, she didn't deserve to die. So when dealing with the Tooker Group, Patrick only put Glen in prison and spared Emma.

When Emma fled and immigrated, Patrick didn't pay attention. It had been so long that his comfortable and peaceful life almost made him forget her! She didn't appreciate the good life she had. He spared her life, but she didn't cherish it. Now, she was conspiring with those thugs. One should have a bit of kindness, but it wouldn't last forever. Patrick's kindness had run out.

After a while, Patrick's phone rang again. "Mr. Olteran, Jeffrey is heading towards the airport."

Patrick's eyebrows furrowed; Jeffrey couldn't leave the country. Then the subordinate added, "It seems he's going to send off a child. Should we take action?" Patrick was silent for a few seconds. "Keep following him."

Scott didn't hear the conversation on the other side and didn't know why Patrick, knowing who the intermediary was, still let Jeffrey go. He asked, "Anyone else?" Patrick looked at the phone screen lighting up, showing Vera holding a chubby Theodore. He put down the phone. "No, just Emma."

Jeffrey wasn't as famous as Emma abroad. After all, it was well known that the Tooker Group once relied on the Olteran Group to grow. The Olteran Group had supported them, and Glen often emphasized his close relationship with Patrick, which helped him secure many collaborations.

So, people in the business world knew that the Tooker Group was once a branch of the Olteran Group. But later, for some unknown reasons, the Tooker family offended Patrick. He gave a warning, but it was ignored. At the second time, the Olteran Group's core branch, the Morales family, directly took over the Tooker Group.

If Emma confessed her identity to Cole, it wouldn't take much to prove she hated the Olteran family, and the Rossi family would naturally believe Emma's stance.

Scott also realized this. "No wonder Cole trusted Jeffrey so quickly. It was Emma who introduced him. And Emma went abroad with Jeffrey's help, so they still have contact. Thinking about it this way, the connections all make sense." "After becoming a dad, your heart softens." Scott sighed, looking out at the night from the window.

It was already ten o'clock, and Theodore was still full of energy, lying in bed and yelling, refusing to take a bath. Once in the water basin, he cried.

Thinking Theodore wouldn't roll over or fall off the bed, Vera left him there while she lay beside him, focusing on a video call with Molly. "Vera, Sebastian came back today and told me something. Do you remember Emily?" Molly asked.

Vera nodded. "Yeah, what about her?"

"She's dead," Molly replied.

Molly placed her phone on the dressing table while doing her skincare. "When Sebastian told me today, I was shocked. I almost suspected Patrick did it, but I don't think he would target her. Later, Sebastian said Jeffrey was the prime suspect. One of his arms is useless, and Makayla has already released the forensic results."

Molly added, "Vera, what was she up to? Dennis was so old, probably impotent. A girl in her twenties could be with anyone, but she chose an old man. What did she get in the end? Running, hiding, being a fugitive, and then death." Vera propped her head up. "Patrick once told me that if Jeffrey didn't fall, the tens of billions of dollars he left behind would have no heir. If Emily and he had a child, she would get the fortune. Of course, this is just a guess. No one knows the real answer."

Molly rubbed her hands together to warm them and placed them over her eyes for skincare, but her mouth didn't stop. "Girls must be careful when choosing a partner. Sebastian came back today and made me feel like I married the right person. Vera, you have no idea how annoying he is, comparing me to Emily and himself to Dennis in prison, making me feel like marrying him was the best choice."

Unbeknownst to Molly, someone had appeared behind her. Vera saw it through the phone and smiled, not giving a warning. Sebastian glanced at the person in the camera, standing behind Molly with his hands on his hips, a slight smile on his lips, continuing to listen.

"Vera, do you think there's something off with Sebastian? I found him annoying and just brushed him off and came up here. Are all men this annoying? Does Patrick act like this at home?" Molly asked. After finishing her eye care, Molly put down her hands and looked at the phone camera.

"Have a wonderful night. Good luck and sleep well." Vera smiled and hung up, then turned to Theodore.

Seeing him, Vera was stunned. "Theodore, how did you manage to turn over?"

Theodore had been so quiet that Vera almost thought he was asleep, but he surprised her. Theodore looked at Vera and smiled. So, Patrick got a video on his phone of Theodore's achievement.

At the Chase Villa, Molly looked up at Sebastian, who walked silently. "Actually, I was lying to Vera just now. Do you believe me?"

Sebastian placed his hands on Molly's shoulders, bent down, and pressed his face against hers. From behind, he grabbed Molly's chin, turning her face to look at him.

Molly was quite nervous. "Sebastian, how could I insult you, right? You're a cop; you must have figured it out immediately."

Sebastian slowly approached, looking at Molly's lips with a clear intention. "But I heard you insulting me quite happily just now."

"No, not at all..." Molly's voice gradually weakened.

Sebastian directly kissed Molly's lips. He felt most frustrated; even though they were married, they still maintained a sibling-like relationship at home. He had suggested several times for Molly to move back to his room, but it scared her each time.