The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 165 Randall's Misadventures

He gestured, indicating for Vera to turn.

"Where's Vera? I've been calling her, but she hasn't picked up." Patrick asked.

Randall replied, "She's preparing a surprise for you."

Vera nodded in satisfaction; her good friend was reliable.

Patrick, hearing this, chuckled softly and began to look forward to the surprise Vera was preparing for him. "Tell her to call me back tonight."

Randall agreed, and after hanging up, he continued his coaching duties.

Afraid of getting beaten, he spoke more cautiously.

The words he wanted to curse out went through his mind first, and he expressed them very subtly. "Normal people's hands are quite nimble, but not pigs' hands." Vera was speechless, holding back the urge to curse him.

Seeing Vera turn the steering wheel quickly, Randall filtered his words again, "Vera, what you're holding is a steering wheel, not an engine."

Vera slowed down her steering.

Before long, he couldn't help to say again, "You're driving so slowly that even the ants on the road are getting squashed. You'll have to get out and collect their bodies later." Vera increased her speed.

Gradually, Randall got carried away, forgetting that he was sitting next to a bad-tempered girl.

He didn't notice her increasingly grim expression and continued to nitpick. "You're driving a car, not a rocket. You need to turn; we're not going to outer space."

Vera took a deep breath, looking at the road ahead.

Vera stepped on the brake.

"Why are you stopping all of a sudden? You're going to make the cars behind... Damn, you hit me again."

Vera punched him, grabbing a few tufts of hair on Randall's head and yanking hard. "Your uncle taught me to drive gently and coaxed me. Today, I really shouldn't let you nag like an old man."

"Let go. You asked me to teach you, and now you won't let me say anything." Randall raised his hand to try to free his hair from Vera's grip.

Vera's temper flared, and she clearly felt that Randall was nitpicking. "I was driving at 20 miles per hour, and you said I was slow. I drove at 30 miles per hour, and you said I was fast. I think you just want to spar with me."

Behind them, four people who had been walking caught up.

Shawn was the first to see Randall getting beaten again. He twitched his mouth and chatted with Tom, "I never heard Vera had violent tendencies before."

Having experienced it a few times himself, Shawn no longer believed Vera's claims of being gentle and soft because it was too fake.

Tom said, "Mr. Olteran, I was going to investigate that time. Your said that her eyes are pure, clean, and innocent. She was baby-faced, gentle, and cute, and that she clearly belongs to the Olteran family. There is need to investigate."" Shawn selectively forgot, "Did I say that?"

Tom nodded.

Shawn, recalling the words he had confidently said when he first saw Vera's picture, sighed. "I guess I'm getting old and forgetful. I don't remember saying that."

Tom quietly watched him pretend to have amnesia.

Cindy and Vincent also saw Randall getting beaten badly by Vera.

"Honey, do you think Vera's been influenced by Patrick, becoming more irritable?"

Vincent said, "Don't blame Patrick for her bad habits. Patrick hits people hard, but he doesn't have a bad temper."

Cindy asked, "So, you mean Vera's temper are bad?"

"I mean, it must be Randall's mouth that angered Vera, and that's why she hit him."

Randall, on the side, was speechless.

He thought, 'I want to run away from home; this place is unlivable!'

It was getting late, and the Olteran family members all went back.

On the first day, Vera felt a sense of relief. "Luckily, I didn't hit the wall."

However, her relief lasted only two days before a servant from the Olteran family came running back to the Olteran Manor, shouting, "Mr. Shawn Olteran, Mr. Vincent Olteran, something terrible has happened! Mrs. Vera Olteran has been in a car accident."

"What?"

Everyone rushed to check on her.

At the "accident scene," Vera stood to the side, scratching her ear with an embarrassed look on her face.

Randall, standing nearby, was doing the same, looking very guilty.

"Are you alright?"

Shawn looked at Vera and Randall with concern.

They both nodded.

Cindy glanced at the house that had been damaged by the car's front end and then looked back at them, asking, "What happened?"

Vera glanced at Randall, her eyes avoiding his, too embarrassed to speak. Randall was also too embarrassed to explain why they had hit the wall, both fearing a scolding from the family.

It all started with Randall looking for trouble.

He urged Vera to crash into the room specifically built for confinement, but Vera refused.

"That's the room Patrick built to punish you. I won't."

Randall said, "He also uses it to punish you. While he's not home, just drive into it. Then, if we do something wrong in the future, there will be no place to punish us. Besides, everyone knows you're a novice driver; no one will say anything if you crash into it."

Vera looked at the room where she had once been confined.

She still shook her head. "Don't interfere with my relationship with Patrick. We just reconciled not long ago. What if he gets mad at me again when he comes back?"

"He won't. Out of everyone in the family, he dotes on you the most. If he knows you crashed into it, he definitely won't be mad."

Vera shook her head. "I won't crash into it. You crash into it. I know you want me to take the blame."

"I can crash into it, but you have to share the responsibility with me."

Vera said, "I don't believe you actually dare to do it."

"Watch me if you don't believe it."

That was how the car accident happened.

Back at the Olteran Manor, Vera kept her head down.

Randall, usually the boldest, didn't dare to speak today either.

He had crashed on purpose, and the impact had scared him.

When the bricks came crashing down, he trembled.

"Randall, I've always trusted your driving skills. What happened today?"

Randall didn't know how to respond.

Vera apologized, taking the blame. "Cindy, I'm sorry. I didn't control the speed well and crashed."

"Alright, it's okay." Cindy added, "I'm not blaming you. I'm just worried you might have gotten hurt. If Patrick comes back, we won't be able to explain it to him." Just then, Patrick's call came in.

Vera was a bit afraid to answer.

After the call ended, Randall's phone rang.

Randall handed the phone to Vera. "You answer it; it's definitely for you."

Vera pushed the phone back to Randall. "It's for you; you answer it."

They kept pushing the phone back and forth until Vera finally took it and went to a corner. "Hello, honey."

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

Vera bit her lower lip, her head knocking against the wall. "I got held up by a small accident."

"What happened?"

Vera admitted her mistake. "I crashed into the room we use for confinement."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds. "It was Randall who crashed, wasn't it?"

Vera was surprised; she hadn't said anything.

Patrick said, "If it were you who crashed, you would have called me immediately, crying and apologizing. But now, you're filled with guilt and afraid to answer my call." Vera was puzzled; was she really like that?

Patrick asked again, "Were you in the car when Randall crashed?"