The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 164 The Girl with Clear Eyes

The noise in the yard could be heard inside the house.

Shawn, still feeling low from yesterday's incident with Molly, perked up when he heard the commotion outside. He went to the window and saw Randall and Vera chasing each other playfully. Tom, standing beside him, explained, "It was Randall who started it."

Shawn watched for a while and remarked, "Vera indeed has a fierce personality."

"If she weren't fierce, how could she become Mrs. Olteran?"

One had a fierce personality, the other was nicknamed "Big Tiger"; they were a perfect match.

Shawn stood by the window for a good ten minutes, watching as Randall was eventually beaten by Vera to the point where he had to squat down and beg for mercy.

Cindy also saw Randall getting beaten. She glanced over and then went back to her own business.

After the scuffle, Randall took Vera to the garage to pick a car.

"Choose Uncle Patrick's car, don't touch ours."

Vera scoffed disdainfully; she was planning to pick Patrick's car anyway.

"That black sedan looks cheap. Go get it for me."

Randall glanced at the car Vera pointed to, then turned to look at her.

"Do you know what kind of car this is?"

Vera shook her head dumbly. Ask her about boxing moves, and she could write you a book, but ask her about car brands, and Vera said, "Two W's?"

Ran was exasperated. He dragged Vera to the car emblem. "Look closely."

Vera bent down and examined the emblem, "Alright, there's a 'v' on top and a 'w' below. So what?"

Randall asked in disbelief, "Do you not know which brand this car is?"

Vera nodded. "I see a lot of people driving cars with this emblem on the road. It can't be that expensive." "Remember, this car is called Nightwing."

Vera nodded. "Is it more expensive than Patrick's Thunderstorm?"

"Not exactly, but this car is still worth hundreds of thousands of dollars."

Vera looked around at the black sedan in front of her. "Randall, do you think Patrick got ripped off when he bought this car?"

Randall sighed. "You're an idiot."

Randall glanced at the numerous cars in the garage and finally said, "To be honest, you do have a good eye. This is the only car you can afford to crash."

Taking out the car keys, Randall said, "Take this car and drive it as hard as you want. By the time Uncle Patrick comes back, this car will probably be sent to the junkyard."

In the evening, Vincent came home from work and saw the flowers by the flower bed trampled down. He asked the servant, "What happened to the flowers by the roadside?" "Mrs. Vera Olteran was learning to drive and ran over them."

Vincent said nothing.

He then saw a fence around the fountain in the yard. "Why is there a fence around the fountain?"

"Mrs. Vera Olteran was learning to drive, and Mr. Randall Olteran had it put up."

Vincent returned to the house and asked, "Where are other people?"

"Mrs. Vera Olteran is learning to drive, and they all went to the backyard playground to teach her." Vincent was surprised.

After a while, he went there too.

He saw that the playground, usually used for leisure, was now crowded with family members.

Shawn, Tom, and Cindy were all there.

Randall was sitting in the passenger seat of the car.

Some servants were standing outside, watching and laughing.

Vincent asked, "What's going on?"

A servant laughed and said it was something Vera was doing at home.

Randall told her that walking should not block the road, and even more so, driving in the middle of the road was forbidden. Vera was not good at driving, and she was very nervous.

The more nervous she got, the more mistakes she made.

It was like when a teacher asked questions; the more she didn't know, the more the teacher would ask her.

She drove into the flower bed and admitted her mistake.

She almost crashed into the fountain and slammed on the brakes.

Shawn was scared.

That fountain was part of a special arrangement he had commissioned to ensure the Olteran family's prosperity and well-being.

A crash would ruin it.

Shawn had seen enough of Vera's driving skills. He hurried out and shouted, "Vera, stop driving, sweetheart. Come back and play card games with me." Vera's determination to surprise Patrick was unshakable. "Dad, enjoy yourself. I'll just drive back."

Shawn was in no mood to play.

He was nearly scared to death.

At this moment, Vera successfully made him forget about the issue with Molly.

Randall, being reliable, quickly called the servants to put a fence around the fountain.

Then he directed Vera to drive to the backyard playground.

Fortunately, the place was big enough for Vera to practice.

Shawn quickly ran to the playground to watch Vera; she couldn't get hurt while driving, or Patrick would blame him.

Cindy heard about Vera's driving.

She put down her work and went to instruct her personally.

"Vera, don't be nervous. Listen to me. Just look ahead while driving, don't jerk the steering wheel, turn it slowly." Vera nodded.

While she was listening, she still sped up uncontrollably.

Shawn was also offering guidance there, while Randall was giving random directions.

Vincent stood at the door, hands behind his back, watching the lively scene on the playground.

At that moment, Vincent felt a unique sense of family cohesion.

The whole family was working together on one thing, each expressing their opinions, arguing, and making a lot of noise.

He watched from outside, growing fonder of Vera.

She was the same age as Molly, naive yet sharp-tongued.

Vincent walked in, and Vera, confused by everyone's instructions, called out, "Vincent."

Only then did everyone realize he was there.

"Why are you learning to drive all of a sudden?" Vincent asked.

Vera said, "I want to surprise Patrick. I want to be his driver, picking him up from work."

Vincent's face lit up with a smile.

He saw the clarity in Vera's eyes and believed she could heal Patrick.

"Do you need me to teach you?" he asked.

Vera hesitated for a moment and shook her head.

In this family, she spoke the least with Vincent. If he sat next to her, she would be even more embarrassed and might crash into a wall.

Randall was the person she was most familiar with in this family. With Randall around, she could relax a bit.

"Vincent, you've had a long day at work. Just go to rest," Vera called out to Cindy, "Cindy, you go keep Vincent company. Don't worry about me."

Mr. Olteran and Cindy didn't leave; they were worried about Vera's driving skills.

So, while she drove around to get a feel for the car, the entire Olteran family followed behind her.

Patrick called Vera, but her phone was on the living room sofa, unanswered.

Later, he called Randall, who answered, "Hello, Uncle Patrick."