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Chapter 40
Noticing the concern in Xavier’s eyes, Veronica paused for a moment before responding with a serious tone, her usual smile replaced by a look of quiet determination. “Trust me, Xavier. What you’re thinking right now? I’ve already thought it through.”
Xavier furrowed his brows, his confusion evident. “What do you mean?”
Before she could explain further, a flicker of understanding seemed to light up his face. “Did you do that deliberately?”
Veronica nodded, her confidence unwavering. But before they could continue the conversation, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and then looked at Xavier. “I need to take this,” she said, stepping away.
It was Matthew.
“Do you think you can just run away after sending your parents back to their hometown?” Matthew’s voice was cold and commanding through the phone.
Veronica’s mind raced. After the incident at the western restaurant, where she’d injured Tiffany, Matthew had whisked Tiffany away. The next day, when Veronica left with her parents, Matthew had tried calling her, but she hadn’t answered. This was the third day, and Matthew’s patience had worn thin.
“I’ll go to the hospital to settle the discharge procedure later,” Veronica responded, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.
“I’ve already paid your medical bills. Show up at Twilight Club in half an hour, or I’ll charge you interest at the highest market rate,” Matthew snapped before abruptly hanging up.
Veronica stared at the phone for a moment, grinding her teeth in frustration. She slipped the phone back into her pocket and turned toward Xavier, her tone now apologetic. “Since you’re already here, can you give me a ride back? I still have some things to take care of, but I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow.”
“Sure,” Xavier agreed, though he had no idea what Veronica was really up to. He assumed it was something related to the Larson family and didn’t press her further.
As they arrived at Regalia Condominium, Xavier once again urged her to be cautious. “I don’t know what your plan is, but be careful around the Larsons. They’re not good people.”
Veronica smiled genuinely, her gratitude shining through. “Thanks, Xavier.”
As Xavier drove off, Veronica made her way inside, feeling a small warmth from his concern. In the cold, harsh world of Bloomstead, Xavier was a rare person who had her back. But now, there were bigger battles to face.
After a quick shower and a change into a more discreet outfit, Veronica disguised herself and headed for the basement car park of the Twilight Club, where her motorcycle was waiting. Thomas was already there, ready to escort her to Matthew’s private condominium on the 38th floor.
However, as she walked into the condominium, her eyes widened in shock. Two women—elegantly dressed but with their hair and makeup completely disheveled—stumbled out of the room, their faces flushed and tear-streaked.
Veronica’s mind reeled. A threesome? She thought to herself with a grimace. Tsk, this jerk really has no boundaries. Isn’t he worried his body won’t keep up with that pace?
As she hesitated at the doorway, Matthew’s voice broke through the awkward silence. “Why are you standing there?”
Sighing, Veronica walked inside, trying to mask her disbelief. She found Matthew lounging on the couch, his demeanor cool and collected—just another act. Hypocrite.
She stood in front of him, the tea table the only thing separating them. “What’s the matter, Young Master Matthew?” Her voice was laced with mock politeness.
Matthew’s eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “How dare you ignore my calls?” His voice was low, tinged with anger. “If you’re only calling me for the sake of my father’s hospital bills, then don’t bother. Just give me your account number and I’ll transfer the money to you.”
Veronica’s patience was wearing thin, but she kept her composure. “I raised 2 million in such a short time?” She shot back sarcastically. “This is a private matter. It’s got nothing to do with you.”
Matthew’s cold gaze locked onto her, a dangerous tension crackling between them. “Nothing to do with me?” His tone grew darker as he slowly rose from the couch, his eyes running over Veronica’s appearance. The tanned skin that some might call “ugly,” the wildness in her eyes—it should have repelled him, but for some inexplicable reason, it didn’t.
As he stood close to her, Matthew felt an uncomfortable heat pulse through him. What is this? He thought, his body responding to her in a way it hadn’t with anyone else.
He’d tried with countless women after the hospital incident—women who were sexy, elegant, or girlish—but none had sparked this reaction. Not even Tiffany’s advances had affected him like this. And yet, Veronica… Why her?
Frustrated and unable to understand the biology behind it, Matthew’s mind went in circles. He quickly shut it down, forcing the growing attraction out of his head, but his actions betrayed him.
Reaching out, he grabbed Veronica’s chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. “You’re not beautiful,” he sneered, “but you certainly know how to seduce men.”
Veronica recoiled at his words but kept her voice steady. “Maybe Xavier’s easier to please than you, Young Master Matthew,” she retorted, a sharp edge to her tone. “After all, you can’t even be satisfied with two women.”
Matthew’s eyes flared with anger, but Veronica wasn’t done. “And you should be gentler with Tiffany,” she added, her words cutting deeper. “I’m worried she might break if you’re too rough…”
Before she could finish, Matthew grabbed her lips in a harsh kiss, silencing her. The taste of blood filled her mouth as he bit her lip, and Veronica’s anger boiled over.
“Matthew Kings, you—” she started, but he didn’t let her finish. He kissed her again, forcefully this time, pushing her backward until they tumbled onto the couch. Their bodies crashed together, and Veronica shoved him off, but Matthew quickly pressed her into the plush Persian rug, pinning her beneath him.
Angry and humiliated, Veronica flipped them over, causing both of them to crash onto the floor, still tangled in the mess of emotions and physical conflict. “Mind your behavior, Matthew Kings!” she spat, her voice full of venom. “If you provoke me, I’ll drag you to your death!”
They were both furious, barely aware of how far they’d pushed things until it was too late. Matthew leaned in to kiss her once again, but Veronica, enraged, pushed him away.
Standing up in defiance, Veronica pulled a debit card from her bag and slammed it onto the tea table. “There’s 2.4 million there. Consider the extra as interest,” she snapped. “I’ve cleared my debts. Now, goodbye.”
Without waiting for his response, she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force that the entire room seemed to shake.
Matthew sat back on the rug, his mind spinning. He wiped his lips, the taste of blood still lingering. I kissed her?
Confusion and frustration mixed in his chest, but he quickly called Thomas, his tone colder than ever. “Look into the transaction history of this card,” he ordered, sending a picture of the debit card through WhatsApp. What the hell is going on with this woman?
