The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 80 No One Believes the Truth

Cindy once again refused. "It's okay, it's fine if I have wrinkles. People of my age are prone to wrinkles on their faces. When you reach my age, maybe you'll have more wrinkles than me."

Emma's face showed an awkward smile, then she continued familiarly, "Even if you don't see me, you should go see your son, Ran. I heard their school is organizing an event, my sister told me that Ran is still the image ambassador." Cindy said, "I see Ran every day. As for that image ambassador you mentioned, he told me he's not participating anymore; it's too much of a distraction from his studies. If you're interested, you can go see for yourself." "Cindy? What's wrong with you lately? Are you avoiding me everywhere?"

Each time Cindy answered her calls recently, she was suppressing her anger. Knowing she was being used, meeting Emma always disgusted her. That's why she never agreed to Emma's invitations, yet Emma mistakenly thought Cindy was avoiding her.

"What do I have to avoid? It should be you avoiding me instead. After all, only cowards would fear avoidance."

This time, Emma was completely confused. Cindy's hostility toward her was so intense, what could possibly be wrong between them?

Wasn't she in a bitter feud with Vera not long ago?

Now she didn't mention Vera at all and instead mocked her.

"Cindy, is there a misunderstanding between us? Or has someone been sowing discord?"

Cindy stretched on her yoga mat. "Being manipulated once is my foolishness, but no one will manipulate me a second time. I won't give anyone that chance."

Coincidentally, Vera was coming downstairs to get some water, passing by Cindy's yoga room. Curiously, she peeked in, "Cindy, I thought you were practicing yoga; why are you slacking off?"

Cindy stood up, asking Vera, "Vera, what are you up to?"

"Getting some water." She glanced at Cindy's empty cup, then walked barefoot into Cindy's yoga room. "Cindy, I'll get you a glass of water too."

Cindy nodded, waving Vera off.

Cindy didn't tell Vera she was on the phone with Emma, but she firmly believed Emma could hear Vera's voice.

Emma held her phone with one hand while driving, her knuckles turning pale from gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Cindy."

"You're a smart person, otherwise I wouldn't have let myself be used by you. You should understand my intentions today. Some people are simply not meant to be part of our the Olteran family, even if they try for fifteen years, using all their wits, they will never truly belong to the Olteran family. Because some people's hearts are too filthy. Vera has a pure and clean soul, just a bit bad-tempered, but I happen to like that temper of hers."

"Cindy, who are you talking about?" Vera arrived with the water, placing Cindy's glass on the table before leaving.

Cindy stopped her. "Vera, come here, I'll teach you some yoga."

Seeing all the yoga equipment in the room, Vera glanced around, said nothing, and quickly escaped.

"So mischievous."

Cindy's tone was full of indulgence toward Vera.

She hung up on Emma, making her attitude clear and cutting off Emma's attempts.

In the evening, Cindy warned Randall, "Emma wants to get close to you. Stay away from her, don't get involved with her. If you don't listen, I'll have Patrick cut off everything for you."

Randall said, "Got it. I've been fed up with her for a long time. It was only you who thought she was a good person, even wanted her to marry Uncle Patrick. Even my grandpa, who's a bit muddled, knows she's not a good person, but you blindly make friends with her."

Cindy also regretted deeply; it was her fault for misjudging people.

Shawn sat nearby, his mouth pouting unhappily. "How can I be so muddled? How could I arrange such a good marriage for Patrick?"

Randall retorted, "How dare you say that? You don't even know what kind of daughter-in-law you've found for yourself."

Pointing at Vera eating grapes, Randall lectured Shawn, "Grandpa, you can't judge people by their appearance. Under her harmless exterior lies a heart with a demon factor. Wrapped in a sweet and pleasant appearance, she conceals the truth of being a hothead."

Vera spat out a grape peel, grabbed another grape, chewed slowly, then listened to Randall's accusations.

Yes, what he said was all true, but no one believed it.

In her husband's heart, she was soft, cute, and sweet.

In Cindy's heart, she was innocent, straightforward, and sincere.

In Shawn's heart, she was filial, sensible, lively, and playful.

Randall's words were directly countered by Shawn. ;"You're talking nonsense."

Randall said, "Grandpa, I'm telling the truth!"

Shawn said, "If you say anything bad about your aunt again, you'll have to deal with Patrick."

Randall looked at Patrick beside Vera, who, usually aloof and unsociable, took the initiative to feed Vera a grape. He asked, "Is it sweet?" "Sweet."

Randall was speechless, pointing at Vera. "Uncle Patrick, she hits people."

Patrick didn't believe it.

Randall pointed at Vera and said to Cindy, "Mom, she hits people. Have you forgotten the fight you had with her?"

"I can hit people too, any problem with that?"

Shawn looked at Shawn, but Shawn was still holding a grudge against his porcelain vase, turning his face away in a huff.

Randall was sad. "None of you believe me!"

Everyone said, "You're not trustworthy."

Later, as Randall was heading to bed, he ran into Vera in the hallway.

Pointing at Vera's face, he complained, "You've deceived countless people with this face; even my smart and wise Uncle Patrick was fooled by you."

Vera confidently pointed to her innocent and lovely face. "This is the gift my parents gave me. Being able to deceive people is also my advantage." "You have no shame."

"Honey, Ran scolded me." Vera quickly reported to the air behind Randall.

Randall, without verifying, was quickly scared off.

Vera said, "It seems that in the future, to deal with you, I just need to call out 'Honey'."

"It'll be more effective if you call out to the person involved." Patrick suddenly appeared, standing behind Vera with his hands behind his back, bending down with a smile in her ear. Vera was startled.

"How did you suddenly appear?"

Patrick replied, "Someone complained to me, so I came out. Do you need me to vent for you?"

Vera shook her head. "Forget it, Randall is quite pitiful." His words were not believed by anyone, Vera believed them but couldn't admit it.

To be honest, she felt sorry for Randall.