The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 616 Deliberately Letting Go

At first, Jeffrey thought Vera would be easy to handle, but when he tried to catch her, he quickly realized she was as slippery as an eel. That was when Jeffrey started taking her seriously. "You're pretty good at hiding." Jeffrey's punches were lethal, but Vera kept dodging, trying to buy herself some time. Her quick and nimble moves were really getting under Jeffrey's skin. Every time he swung, she dodged like she knew his moves by heart. "Who the hell are you?"

Vera clenched her fist and went on the offensive. As Jeffrey dodged, she pulled back, spun around, and nailed him in the chest with her elbow. Then, with her other hand, she landed a swift punch to his gut.

She was messing with his balance, hitting him when he least expected it. Vera had thrown a fake punch to throw him off, and when Jeffrey was off-kilter, she went for a heavy blow to his heart, aiming to mess up his insides. Jeffrey squinted, and a familiar image of a woman with these skills flashed in his mind. "So, it's you!"

There was only one woman in the Shadow Syndicate United who didn't rely on brute strength but used her smarts to hit where it hurt the most. She was sneaky, always throwing fake punches to catch people off guard.

Jeffrey had totally underestimated Patrick's "ordinary" wife, Vera. He'd been way too cocky. Vera, with a cold look on her face, stared at Jeffrey. "Let's settle all three scores today."

With that, Vera stopped just dodging, and Jeffrey was all in for the fight. A champion boxer had a violent streak, and once his anger was lit, even if he knew it wasn't smart to keep fighting, he couldn't help himself.

The bodyguards on the side wanted to jump in, but watching the fight, they couldn't. No one expected Vera to be such a badass. Even Susan was shocked. Molly and Randall had said Vera could "fight," but this wasn't some schoolyard brawl. Vera was the real deal.

Under the bridge, the water was rushing, and Vera was pushed up against the railing.

Just as Jeffrey's fist was about to land on Vera, a big hand blocked the punch. Those hands were the ones Vera knew best. She turned and saw Patrick.

Patrick had run red lights, taken shortcuts, and sped like a maniac to get here. His face was full of rage, his eyes cold and deadly. Looking at the fugitive who'd been on the run for so long, Patrick, with his immense strength, pushed Jeffrey back with his fists, step by step.

Vera stood by the railing, looking up at Patrick. "Honey."

Patrick took off his suit jacket as he spoke, "Step aside, leave this to me." He tossed the jacket to Vera and walked towards Jeffrey, each step like a countdown to Jeffrey's end.

Vera went to the roadside and quickly wrapped Patrick's jacket around the shivering Theodore. Theodore, seeing Vera, cried so hard his little body shook, and his tears fell on Vera's hand.

Vera, with red eyes from fear, hugged Theodore tightly. "I'm sorry, baby." Sebastian and Molly showed up in a hurry too.

Vera relied on skill because she wasn't as strong as a man. Patrick, on the other hand, fought Jeffrey with pure power, not holding back at all.

When Molly got out of the car, she saw Patrick, in his business shirt, using his wrist strength to break Jeffrey's jaw. The sound of bones cracking echoed on the quiet road, startling Molly. Sebastian quickly covered Molly's eyes. Everyone else heard the sound too. Susan turned around to look. Jeffrey was already struggling against Patrick. He could hold his own against Vera for a bit, but with Patrick, he didn't stand a chance.

But Patrick wasn't done. The arm Jeffrey had planned to use against Vera was brutally broken by Patrick against the bridge railing.

Jeffrey screamed in pain, his jaw already shattered, and his scream was pure agony. He only screamed when he couldn't take the pain anymore.

Randall shielded Susan's eyes, not wanting her to see the gruesome scene. Vera looked down at Theodore, who was watching Patrick fight with wide eyes, his tear-streaked lashes blinking, having forgotten to cry.

As a mom, Vera found the scene pretty horrifying too, so she covered Theodore's eyes. Theodore pouted, unhappy, and tried to push her hand away, still wanting to watch.

The last person who made Patrick this mad was still lying in a hospital, unconscious. In the distance, the police showed up. Seeing the situation, Jeffrey knew he was in deep trouble, with cops in front and Patrick's men behind.

Jeffrey was trapped. The chaos today left him with no way out. Once Jeffrey was caught, the Olteran family would never let him go. Jeffrey thought about his unfinished business. He couldn't trust anyone else to handle it. In the end, Jeffrey chose the most dangerous route, leaping into the river with his broken body.

The police immediately chased after him, regretting that they had almost caught Jeffrey only to see him jump into the river right in front of them.

Patrick could have grabbed him, but he didn't, letting Jeffrey escape right in front of him. But it was Patrick standing there, and none of them dared to criticize him. "Sorry, sir, we failed," the men behind said.

Patrick stood on the bridge, looking down at the flowing water below, his tone ice-cold. "Search quickly, even if he's dead, find his body for me!"

"Yes, sir!" they quickly replied.

Gino, who led the team, approached Sebastian. "Mr. Chase, this..."

Sebastian instructed, "Pack up and search along the river. He's badly hurt this time; he won't get far."

Molly pushed away Sebastian's hand and ran to Vera, seeing Theodore still wearing the drafty sweater from the store, now wrapped in Patrick's jacket and Vera's coat. Molly hugged Theodore tightly. "Baby, thank God you're okay."

Patrick walked over, looking at Theodore, who was struggling to find him. "Are you hurt?" Patrick asked both of them at once.

Vera shook her head. "No, but let's take Theodore to the hospital for a check-up. I'm worried."

Theodore, seeing Patrick, stiffened his little body, wanting to go into his arms. Leaving the aftermath to his subordinates, Patrick took Vera and Theodore to the car. "Randall, Susan, let's go." Randall's driver's door was dented and needed to be fixed. Randall needed to handle this, but Patrick impatiently called again, "Come with me to the hospital to check your leg."

Randall's leg was indeed causing him discomfort, and so was his chest. Susan, holding his hand, worriedly said, "Randall, let's go." Sebastian and Molly also got in the car to go to the hospital.

On the way, Vera, feeling guilty, said, "I originally wanted Randall to hold the child and take a photo together. When we got to the sample room in the back, the photographer had just taken one photo before the power went out. By the time I realized it, the child had already been taken."

Randall apologized, "I'm sorry, Patrick. I didn't hold Theodore tightly enough. If I hadn't let go, Jeffrey would have suffocated Theodore with his hand." Randall wasn't a match for Jeffrey, and with Theodore in his hands, he couldn't win. Patrick replied, "I'm not blaming you."

"Honey, why did you let Jeffrey go on purpose? We were so close to catching him," Vera asked, confused.