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Chapter 62
Since they were at the port, Veronica knew the mercenaries wouldn’t risk firing shots in the middle of a crowd, no matter how bold they were. So, despite the danger of facing two men alone, she decided to fight them.
In just a few swift moves, she took down the first two mercenaries. Then, without missing a beat, she strode forward to deal with the other two.
She landed a powerful kick on the man standing on Yvonne’s right side, but before she could take another step, the remaining mercenary wrapped his arm around Yvonne’s waist, pressing a cloth against her side. The fabric concealed something deadly beneath— a gun, aimed straight at Yvonne’s waist.
“I’ll kill her if you make another move,” the mercenary growled, his voice cold with threat.
Veronica met his gaze without flinching. “Go on, then. I dare you.”
Her tone was completely unfazed. She knew these men weren’t interested in killing Yvonne yet—if they were, they would have done so long ago. She had become a pawn in their bigger scheme, and they needed her alive for now.
The mercenary sneered, tightening his grip on Yvonne. “Ha! If that’s the case, I’ll kill you first.”
As he shouted, he raised the gun to point at Veronica’s face. But the cloth covering it made it difficult for anyone to notice the commotion.
“Is that so?” Veronica’s voice was calm, though a slight smile tugged at her lips. “Let’s see if your marksmanship can beat—”
Before she could finish, she whipped around, pulling out a pistol from behind her back. But just as she prepared to aim at the man holding Yvonne, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. In an instant, she lashed out with a back kick aimed at whoever was trying to sneak up on her.
The man easily dodged it, but what happened next shocked Veronica to her core. As she turned to face the figure, her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Matthew? W-Why are you here?” she stammered.
Matthew stood before her, cool and collected, his expression unreadable. Thomas was standing nearby, and several men dressed in suits had already surrounded the mercenaries, who now found themselves trapped.
“Veronica, just leave me alone and go now. They won’t do anything to me,” Yvonne said softly, her voice filled with gratitude and concern. She didn’t want to drag Veronica deeper into her mess.
Matthew ignored the exchange entirely. Raising his left hand, he gave a slight gesture, and his bodyguards immediately moved in on the mercenaries, subduing them effortlessly.
It wasn’t until the situation settled that Veronica realized the full extent of what had just happened. Her face—her real face—was no longer hidden. She had wiped away the makeup that had concealed her identity for so long, and now, standing before Matthew, he was taking in the sight of her.
His cold eyes scanned her face, and a strange silence filled the air. His gaze lingered for a moment, as if appraising every feature of her.
“Is there anything else that I don’t know about?” Matthew murmured, his voice low but intense.
Earlier, when a woman who looked exactly like Tiffany had run past him, Matthew had been certain it was her, but something didn’t add up. As he watched the woman, a realization hit him like a ton of bricks—it wasn’t Tiffany. It was Veronica.
The shock hit him harder than he expected. Veronica had been hiding her true identity this entire time, and now, standing before him, he saw what had been concealed beneath the dark makeup: a face of striking beauty, a natural elegance that was impossible to miss.
His mind raced, and his eyes narrowed. If Veronica was Tiffany’s biological sister, everything started to make sense—the reasons behind her actions, the way she had been entangled with the Larson Family, and the stakes she was playing for.
Veronica remained unfazed by Matthew’s scrutiny. “Whether you know it or not has nothing to do with me,” she replied, raising a brow. She casually pulled out another gun from behind her back, unloading the bullets before handing it to two mercenaries who had already been subdued by Matthew’s men.
Yvonne, now freed, rushed over to Veronica and threw her arms around her in a tight hug. “I was so scared!” she exclaimed. “Veronica, you are such a righteous person!”
Veronica smiled softly, but the moment Yvonne looked around and saw Matthew, she let go and gaped at him. The man was standing tall in a fitted suit, his demeanor impeccable. His striking features and composed stance made him look as though he had just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. His presence radiated an undeniable aura of power and nobility.
Yvonne blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in her understanding of the situation. “Your boyfriend loves you so much! He’s even able to find you and come to your rescue despite the long distance.”
“Boyfriend?” Veronica turned around to face Matthew, who was still standing behind her. She noted the icy coldness in his gaze, a stark contrast to the warmth Yvonne had assumed.
“You’ve misunderstood.” Veronica shot Yvonne an amused look before walking toward Matthew. She stepped up beside him, raised her arm, and casually draped it over his shoulder, making sure to keep up the charade. “He’s my brother,” she said nonchalantly.
Matthew’s face darkened instantly. His brows furrowed as he glanced at Veronica, clearly not pleased with her declaration. She knew he would be angry, but she wasn’t afraid—she had long figured out that Matthew’s concern for her was more about Elizabeth than anything personal.
After all, he had rushed into the fire to save her during the incident with the Larson Family. It wasn’t that he cared for her in a romantic way, but that he didn’t want Elizabeth to suffer any more heartbreak. His sudden appearance here was likely due to Elizabeth’s insistence that he look into Veronica’s whereabouts.
Matthew’s expression turned thunderous as he stood still, glaring at Veronica. He wasn’t fooled by her calm demeanor, and his eyes spoke volumes of his irritation.
At that moment, Thomas, who had been watching the interaction, spoke up. “Miss Murphy, Young Master Matthew is—”
Veronica, sensing what was about to happen, quickly cut him off. “What’s wrong with Matthew?”
Thomas froze under Matthew’s icy stare. He had been about to explain, but the cold warning in Matthew’s gaze made him swallow his words. He cleared his throat and muttered, “It’s nothing.”
With that, Yvonne, who was still processing everything, took a step forward and bowed slightly toward Matthew. “Although you’re here to rescue your sister, I must still thank you for saving me as well.”
Matthew’s cold demeanor didn’t falter. “There’s no need to thank me. I just happened to save you.” With that, he turned to leave.
But as he moved away, Veronica still had her arm draped over his shoulder. He stopped, giving her a look that could freeze ice, and, without a word, removed her arm and grasped her hand firmly.
“Come with me.”
The warm contact of his hand around hers was jarring to Veronica. She couldn’t shake the odd sensation of his touch—his hand was large and warm, and it sent a ripple of discomfort through her. She attempted to pull away, trying to free her hand from his grip.
“Let go of me, Matthew,” she said, her voice growing frustrated. “I’m merely your godsister. People will misunderstand our relationship.”
She pulled again, but no matter how hard she tried to break free, Matthew’s grip remained unyielding.
Matthew paused in his tracks, looking down at her with cold eyes. “What’s wrong? You were able to shoot someone with a gun, but you’re afraid of something like this?”
The intensity of his gaze only deepened the tension between them.
