The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 153 Patrick's Wife Is Missing Again

Vera seized the opportunity, twisting her arm and using the hardness of her elbow, combined with her full body weight, to fiercely smash into Sparrow's right arm.

With a bone-crunching sound, his right arm was broken by Vera's elbow.

She had already won, not even needing to wait for the system to announce the result; everyone present could see it.

There were still eight minutes left until the end.

Vera was sweating all over from the heat. She got up and retreated to the safe zone, watching Sparrow on the ground slowly get up, trying to attack Vera, but his arm would be dislocated if not treated in time. Thus, even before the match ended, the winner was quickly decided.

The crowd erupted in applause.

The loud-mouthed Sparrow dejectedly picked up his clothes and left the stage. Vera kicked him from behind.

He lost his balance and fell right onto the spit he had left on the stage.

The whole crowd burst into laughter; he deserved it.

Vera said nothing, just slightly curled her lips, then turned and nimbly jumped over the railing.

"Wow, Vera, you were amazing! You won again. You didn't even use your moves, just dodged a few times and won. You're my idol now," Mia said excitedly, hugging the sweaty Vera.

Randall, seeing she wasn't hurt, asked, "Did you let him throw you to the ground on purpose earlier?"

Vera raised an eyebrow proudly. "You figured it out."

From the moment she got on stage, she had been watching Sparrow's every move and word.

He wanted to humiliate her, so she had to "lie down."

Only by lying down could she have a chance for a quick victory.

Every step Vera took was part of her plan.

She went to the rest area, picked up the water on the bench, and drank it.

Mia quickly covered Vera's back with Randall's coat to prevent her from catching a cold.

Outside, Patrick, anxiously searching for Vera, quickly scanned Zandonick. He called Brianna to replace out her whereabouts.

Warren and Brianna, upon learning that Vera was missing, anxiously called Mia. But no one answered.

"Patrick, Vera, Ran, and Mia's phones are all unreachable. Should we call the police?"

Patrick frowned, hung up on Warren and Brianna, and called Ian. "My wife is missing again. Help me replace her."

Ian was speechless.

Soon, Patrick and his friends' group chat became active again.

Scott boldly asked Patrick: [Mr. Olteran, is there a problem between you and your wife? Why does she go missing every few days? Didn't you two just show off roses and love last time?] Owen also heard about Patrick's wife going missing.

Owen: [Patrick, you manage such a big company so well, how come you always lose track of your wife? Do you really want to live a good life together? If you really like her, tie her to you with a rope so she can't leave your side.] Patrick wanted to sew Ian's mouth shut.

If he didn't need Ian right now, he would definitely take action.

Joshua Smith also boldly asked Patrick: [Is your sex life not harmonious, or is she cheating on you?]

Ian was shocked.

Ian: [Joshua, are you saying Vera is cheating on Mr. Olteran?]

Patrick sent a single word in the group chat: [Scram.]

It was simple and crude, reflecting his current mood.

So, his four good friends very considerately stopped bringing up his sore spot.

After a while, Ian sent a message to Patrick.

Ian: [One good news and one bad news, which one do you want to hear first?]

Patrick: [Ian, don't look for trouble.]

Patrick had no patience for Ian's nonsense.

Ian quickly responded: [Good news is that Your wife has been found at Whispering Pines Retreat. Bad news is that the man who checked in with her is your nephew.]

Hearing the name of the hotel, Patrick squinted.

'Whispering Pines Retreat! What is she doing there?' He thought.

Hanging up the phone, Patrick drove straight to the location.

Upon arrival, Patrick found the parking lot full.

He ended up parking right at the hotel entrance and went inside.

"I'm looking for three students. Vera, Randall, and Mia."

"Sir, may I ask who you are?"

Patrick, with a grim face, said, "Vera's husband."

The receptionist seemed to need to verify his identity. At that moment, Patrick handed the receptionist a stack of cash. "Quickly."

Seeing the money, the receptionist immediately checked the computer. "No record of Mia, but the other two are in room 312." Patrick got up and went straight to the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor.

The elevator ascended.

In no time, he reached the third floor and followed the signs to room 312.

He knocked, but there was no response from inside.

Patrick believed that Vera and Randall were innocent, but their sudden hotel stay made him uneasy.

He knocked again. "Vera, Randall, open the door."

Still no response from inside.

After a while, a cleaner came out and told Patrick, "Sir, are you sure you have the right place? No one is staying in this room." Patrick frowned. No one staying?

Seeing his disbelief, the cleaner opened the room for Patrick to see.

Patrick glanced inside; indeed, no one was there.

So where was Vera?

Back in the elevator, Patrick was full of doubts.

It couldn't be a mistake.

Could it be...

Patrick's eyes fell on the card reader in the elevator.

He pulled out an inconspicuous card from his pocket and placed it on the reader.

The elevator quickly descended to the third basement level.

The elevator doors opened.

Patrick's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp, as he stepped out of the elevator.

If he caught Vera here, she was definitely going to get spanked!

With a fierce look in his eyes, Patrick stepped into a place he hadn't entered in years.

"Go, go, go!"

The crowd roared again.

The previous match had concluded, and out of the final 16, 8 had emerged victorious. These 8 were now being reassigned opponents based on the system's analysis of their combat abilities.

Mia asked, "Vera, can you guess who your opponent might be?"

Vera replied, "I'm worried it might be that foreigner."

"What? There's a foreigner?" Mia and Patrick's clueless friends were stunned.

Randall asked, "Which one is the foreigner?"

Vera named the person, "K."

"The one who knows Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?"

Vera nodded. "Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, the king of close combat. If he takes me down, I won't be able to get up."

Just then, the system announced the matchups.

"Heroine" versus "K."

This immediately gave everyone a new point of interest.

Mia and Randall, shocked, quickly started helping Vera analyze the opponent's weaknesses.

Having watched matches with Vera for five years, they had a basic understanding of martial arts.

Randall shared his insight, "Jiu-Jitsu can't beat street fighting. Can you drag him down?"

Vera shook her head. "I can't do street fighting, but there should be another way. Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is weak in standing strikes and even weaker in punches and kicks. I need to avoid being grabbed by him to have a better chance of winning."