Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 3

whatever terms you wish.” Veronica’s eyes widened; she shook off Elizabeth’s hand as if she had gotten an electric shock. “No, no, no, madam. I know you want to have a great-grandson, but this is a family matter for you guys. I’ve got absolutely nothing to do with it.” Are you kidding me? This is a bit too hasty. Don’t tell me I’m gonna have to bear a child for the Kings Family just because I have slept with Matthew. What does that make of me, huh? Meanwhile, Tiffany arrived at Hilton Restaurant, but it wasn’t until half an hour after she arrived that Matthew turned up. “Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Matthew walked in, dressed in a black shirt paired with a silvery-gray and white striped suit. With his matchless good-looking features, he oozed seductive charm with only a slight curl of his thin lips, causing Tiffany’s heart to go pit-a-pat and her eyes to glaze over slightly. Tiffany had seen Matthew on TV before. At this very moment, however, she felt that the broad-shouldered and slender man before her was exuding the regal air of a noble prince through his every pore while giving off a chilly vibe that would keep any strangers away. Restraining herself despite her fluttering heart, she stood up and nodded gently out of courtesy. “It’s okay, Young Master Matthew. You’re punctual; I’m the one who was early.” Sitting across the table from Tiffany, Matthew shot a glance at her before withdrawing his gaze. “What would you like to eat?” Tiffany had little makeup on today and was wearing the latest dress from Dior, paired with Gucci’s limited-edition earrings and necklace. She looked very gorgeous, but Matthew, who was already used to seeing all kinds of beautiful women, found such “materialistic” beauty vulgar. “Feel free to order whatever you please, Young Master Matthew. I’m fine with anything.” “Uh-huh.” Matthew pressed the call button on the table. A waiter immediately entered the private room, upon which Matthew ordered two servings of the restaurant’s most expensive lunch set and a bottle of red wine. Sitting cross-legged with his back leaning against his chair, he fixed Tiffany with a piercing stare, asking, “Since you’re the daughter of the Floch Group’s owner, why were you in the suburbs that day?” He had done a background check on Tiffany and learned about her

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