The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 70 He Said Moving

"Yeah, it worked! I purposely had my brother arrange for us to be in the same class. We'll be attending classes together again!" Mia arrived at Zandonick for the first time, feeling uneasy in this unfamiliar place.

As a result, God favored her, allowing her to meet two close friends shortly after starting school. One was Vera, a wealthy girl with a cheerful personality. The other was Randall, whose parents were government officials, handsome and sunny. Their warmth quickly resolved her discomfort here, and they became good friends in the eyes of their classmates.

She thought they would be separated in college, but just a year later, they were about to reunite.

"What, Randall and I are in the same class again?"

Vera thought, 'Doesn't that mean Randall will be serving her for another three years?'

The thought made her gleeful!

Vera was so excited that she didn't notice the man on the sofa, whose expression gradually turned ugly.

Patrick heard clearly what she had just said.

Switching to the business school, just to be in the same major as Randall!

She was so happy just because she was in the same class as Randall?

His wife and his nephew's old relationship still lingered, giving Patrick a headache.

The kiss just now felt like a slap in the face.

He took a deep breath and watched Vera chatting on the phone by the window, laughing and joking.

It wasn't until she finished the call that Vera turned around and her eyes met Patrick's.

In an instant, memories of their recent passionate kiss flooded her mind.

Vera bit her lip, said nothing, slowly moved to the position of their bed against the wall, then quickly ran away from Patrick.

She ran out to find Randall.

Patrick could easily guess that she was going to tell Randall the good news.

Gritting his teeth, he sat on the sofa and calculated what he should do next. He could choose to move out!

That was the quickest solution Patrick could think of.

This way, he could prevent Vera and Randall from meeting, and at the same time, he could pressure the school to keep Vera from changing majors.

Given enough time, their feelings would naturally fade.

If they were allowed to stay together for a long time, who knew how things would develop; after all, they were just twenty-year-old students. Young and impulsive, they acted without thinking of the consequences, disregarding dignity for pleasure. He had to nip it all in the bud.

With his decision made, he got up to take a shower.

Randall's bedroom.

When Vera appeared, he was lying on the bed. Seeing her, he immediately sat up eagerly and asked, "How did it go? Did it work?"

"It did." Vera clapped joyfully.

Randall raised his fists in a cheering gesture. "Great! Learning Latin dance is really difficult. After a day of practice, I can't even move my waist."

Vera suddenly paused. "Randall, I succeeded; you didn't."

Randall was very puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Vera shared the good news with him. "I changed my major."

"And then?"

"Business school, Grade 2 ;Class 3."

Randall was speechless.

He smiled with a helpless look on his face. "I can't escape from you, can I?!"

Unable to contain her smile, Vera walked over and patted Randall's shoulder. "I'll keep an eye on you; after all, I'm your aunt."

Randall exclaimed, "Vera, you are being unreasonable. I've been serving you for ten years, and now you want me to serve you for three more years?"

Raising an eyebrow mischievously, Vera replied, "Ten years have passed; what's three more to you."

After sharing the good news, Vera was very satisfied with Randall's reaction.

Humming a tune, she returned to the bedroom.

Patrick had finished washing up and was about to leave when he saw her humming.

His face darkened. "Are you happy?"

"Yes!"

After her response, she took her pajamas and went to the bathroom.

Her good mood lasted until the evening. Before going to bed, she chatted happily with Mia on the phone. At one point, she sent Mia a voice message, saying, "You have no idea; Randall was dumbfounded when he found out we're in the same class."

Patrick, sitting next to her, found the English book he was reading suddenly uninteresting after Vera sent the voice message.

Then Vera sent another voice message. "Randall feels like he can't escape now."

After the laughter, her phone was suddenly snatched away.

Vera looked at her empty hand, then at Patrick holding her phone. Her beautiful eyes glinted with anger. "Patrick, what are you doing? First you take my ice cream, now my phone?"

Patrick placed the phone behind his back, suppressing the jealousy rising in his heart. He pulled her into his arms, trying to keep his tone gentle. "Should we move?"

"No way!" She was still angry, so of course she wouldn't agree to move now when he brought it up. Besides, living in the Olteran family meant she didn't have to worry about anything, with people to play with and everything so wonderful. Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at Vera beneath him, pondering for a while. He took a deep breath and finally said the words he had been contemplating. "Do you want to live in the Cherry Villa?"

He had once said that only a woman who could live in the Cherry Villa was someone he approved of.

He extended the invitation to Vera. What it meant was clear to everyone.

However, Vera, when invited, without much thought, refused. "No."

Patrick tightened his grip around her waist, his hands exerting more force. His eyes, once deep, now carried a coldness.

Vera had no idea what the Cherry Villa meant to Patrick, nor did she know that the Cherry Villa was where he had grown up alone since childhood. The name just sounded vaguely familiar to her, as if she had heard it somewhere before. Patrick's breathing grew heavier as he held Vera down.

Leaving her on the bed, Patrick got up and left the room.

Unconcerned about where Patrick was going, Vera lay on the edge of the bed, picked up her phone that had been snatched earlier, and continued chatting with Mia. Patrick didn't show up all night.

The next day, at breakfast, Cindy asked her, "Vera, where's Patrick?"

"I have no idea; he disappeared early this morning." Vera sat at the table, ready to eat. Randall was also missing from the table; he had disappeared early in the morning as well. "Cindy, where's Randall?"

"He ran away."

Because he didn't want to learn Latin dance, Randall went to Shawn to complain. But Shawn, upon seeing him, only thought of his porcelain vase and refused to help Randall. Randall then went to his parents.

Vincent said, "I don't care."

Cindy said, "I can't do anything."

With no one to turn to, Randall packed his bags in the middle of the night and fled from the Olteran family.

First day of school.

Vera packed her things and left with her backpack.

At the dining hall, Randall was brought back.

It was said that the day after he left, Patrick found his location based on his spending records and had someone bring Randall back to the dance society for lessons. During these days, Randall's bones felt like they had been broken and reconnected.

Unable to bear it, Vera once pleaded with Patrick to reconsider his decision to make Randall dance.

To her surprise, Patrick coldly replied, "One more word, and you'll be learning to dance with him." Terrified, Vera never spoke out again.

Finally, new semester started.

This meant that Randall was safe during the day.

However, Patrick, being twisted, changed his Latin dance class from daytime to nighttime.

Upon learning this, Randall lost all hope in life.