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Chapter 382 Veronica’s Identity Is Suspected

The pill disintegrated instantly in the water. It vanished in an instant after being dropped into the glass. Tiffany emerged from the bathroom a short time later, wrapped in a bathrobe.

“What are you looking at?” she inquired, noticing Hendrey laying on the bed and scrolling through his phone. “I’m just reading some news.”

Without even raising his head, he pointed to the glass of water on the table and said, “I poured you a glass of warm water. Drink it. It is beneficial to your body to drink some warm water after sexual activities.”

His soft, warm voice was soothing to the ears. But what attracted Tiffany was his words. Even though it was a minor issue, details revealed a person’s personality. Hendrey was really a nice guy, she thought.

“You’re so nice, Hendrey.” She then walked over to the table, grabbed the glass and sipped the water.

When Hendrey noticed she had set the glass down, he tilted his head and said, “Finish it. In the future, drink a cup of warm water or milk before going to bed. It improves your sleep and is beneficial to your health.”

“Sure. I’ll listen to you.”

She clutched the glass tightly, her gaze fixed on the water in it, and she felt sentimental.

Previously, Tiffany had assumed that she would be unable to find someone who would treat her sincerely since she had been humiliated before. But now, she met Hendrey.

Though Tiffany knew that Hendrey loved her because she resembled Veronica, it didn’t bother her.

As long as he was happy, that was sufficient for Tiffany.

On one hand, she wanted to have her revenge but on the other, she had to make plans for her future as well.

Without thinking much, she took the glass and gulped the water down.

Then, she put it down and laid on the bed.

She rested her head on her arms. Tiffany smiled at Hendrey in front of her, but her mind seemed to wander.

After a while, she noticed her eyelids becoming heavier, and she fell asleep without realizing it.

Hendrey noticed that she had not been moving and called out, “Tiffany? Tiffany!”

That went on for a few times. He then extended his hand to pat her on the face to make sure she was truly asleep before taking the injection solution from the drawer beside him and injecting it into her arm.

Retracting the needle, he flipped her around and removed the blanket, waiting for the red phoenix sign to appear on her back.

an

he asked, his

there anything wrong

But that’s impossible!

shook his head in disbelief. While staring at Tiffany, a frightening

That was…

one his boss was looking for, rather than

Veronica?!

thought of that. Chills went down his spine and he was so shocked that he

he decided

up. After leaving the bedroom, Hendrey called his mysterious boss in Castron. “Boss, I am

there’s only one-fifth of it left, the person injected with it will still

“Okay. I understand.”

anything further and ended

the bedroom door and looked at Tiffany who was laying on the bed,

so hard to get close to

now, he discovered that Tiffany wasn’t the one

he

Creek Villa, Floch gave Crayson, who was

phone in Crayson’s house

only used for emergency purposes. No one would have called

sleeping Crayson was startled awake. He rushed to the table, opened the drawer, and answered the phone.

people from Castron secretly arranged for someone to bring a solution to Bloomstead. The solution, once injected, would reveal the mark on the Young Lord’s back.

it hesitatingly, and his nervousness was

Crayson was anxious as well, and he felt chills

to my investigation, the person who

“Hendrey?”

blinked. His hand, which was clutching his phone, tightened even more, and his heart

dating Tiffany now. She is not back yet at this hour. According to my informant, both of them are staying in a hotel

told Crayson everything he had

“How stupid!”

furious

that things had progressed to this point, it was very likely that Veronica’s identity had been

rid of Hendrey now? I’ve already asked Rachel to pick Tiffany up, but I don’t know whether she’ll be in time