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Chapter 365 It’s Christmas!

In other words, at least three people with a height of nearly 5’11” are visiting Master Crayson. But it’s the 23rd of December in the Gregorian calendar, which is the day before Christmas Eve. Who will come here?

The most significant part is that the shoe prints look new, and Master Crayson isn’t here either. Where could he go? Therefore, she got up and followed those shoe prints all the way back. She found herself at the other end of the back mountain as she walked.

Just when Veronica was puzzled and looked around, she abruptly discovered several people standing together in the woods behind the mountain.

Startled, Veronica immediately squatted down and looked at them from a distance.

Once she took a closer look, she surprisingly realized that Crayson was standing together with three tall men.

While Crayson stood with his hands behind his back and head held high, the three men opposite him held their hands in front of them and bowed their heads slightly respectfully.

Veronica felt a chill down her spine as she witnessed this scene.

Who are these guys? And, what exactly is Master Crayson’s identity?

Suddenly, she remembered the person who looked like Crayson she saw on Mudwood Street the other day.

Was I really mistaken?

Also, was Master Crayson really in the company’s office? Or was he just coming back from outside and happened to enter the company and meet Shirley when I saw him in Encounters Bridal Store that day?

As she started pondering on the matter, she couldn’t help the growing sense of fear.

She knew that Crayson had sharp eyes and even more sensitive hearing, so she did not dare to stay. Therefore, she could only creep forward and leave quietly.

When she was back at the door, she sat by the door and continued to wait for Crayson.

However, Veronica abruptly thought of something that made her heart lurch in her chest with fear while she waited. “Oh, sh*t!”

I was observing the shoe prints on the ground earlier and followed them to find Master Crayson. So, naturally, I must have also left my tracks!

I’m afraid—Master Crayson will surely find out!

Veronica fell into deep thought as she saw her set of footprints. Then, she walked in that direction again.

as

her voice a little when she was about to reach the

people would have enough time to hide, only then did Veronica walk forward quickly and continue

came over, she pretended not to see him and kept

about?!” Crayson came out of the woods with two bundles of firewood on his shoulders. He effortlessly carried them as he made his way toward her.

I finally found you,

glanced at the spot

was no one there

times, haven’t I? Just stay over at my place if the weather is cold. So, why are you still burning firewood?

house. Unfortunately, there were plenty of flammable items in Crayson’s home. Furthermore, he lived there alone. Hence, it

avoid doing something essential just because of a

he halted his tracks. Then, he put down the firewood on his shoulder and looked

she pouted, walked over,

earlier have gone to? Hurry up, and let’s

staggeringly as she carried the bundle of

result, her feet slipped as she walked, and she fell to the ground with a

the collar to pull her up. “You can’t carry the firewoods on your shoulders,

picked up

followed behind and moped. “It’s not like it’s normal for me to

the two returned to Crayson’s house, he started a fire with the firewood he brought home. Then, he took some sweet potatoes from the house and placed them on the fire. “Come, I’ll roast you some sweet potatoes to eat. I remember that you liked to roast sweet potatoes while warming yourself by the fire in the winter when you were

love me

always been very kind to me. He’s like a teacher, a father, and a family to me. Moreover, he is at a higher level than ordinary people in terms of skill,

things out, her

back to her home in the evening. The family of four sat together to eat and drink. It was

phone. She did not want to

to the back mountain after breakfast. Crayson

a self-made coir raincoat, he sat by the river with a fishing rod and fished

a vibe of the lines of a poem she once read. ‘There is only one boat on the water. With an old man in a straw rain cape,

it very much, so she turned on her phone. Taking a few photos

no one could

that, she posted the pictures with the same caption that conveyed her thoughts. ‘There is only one boat on the water. With an old man in a

high up in the mountain, her phone had no internet connection. However, Veronica could care less and just allowed her

to practice her boxing skill and

next day, it was the 24th of December,