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"Oh dear. I used to think that Mr. Crayson was a good person. Never had it crossed my mind that he would turn out to be nasty." Shirley pouted, feeling somewhat sorry for Veronica.

"Never mind. Let's not talk about this." Veronica changed the topic. "Matt, where will you arrange for them to stay?"

"Just stay at the One Piece Restaurant. There are three empty rooms, so you two can choose a room for yourselves and stay here."

Matthew had long made the arrangements.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Outside, someone came to knock on the door again. "Boss, someone is looking for you," the person informed.

Matthew stood up. "You go ahead and chat. I'll go out for a while." After that, he walked out of the lounge and closed the door.

Only three of them were left in the room. Just when Veronica wanted to send Skyler away so that she could ask Shirley about Vincere Games, his voice sounded. "Since I have brought Shirley here with me, naturally, I have assigned someone reliable to manage Vincere Games for you. They will undoubtedly help your company thrive."

Skyler arched his eyebrows at Veronica and gave her a mischievous smile at the end of his speech. "Don't worry, Roni. I won't tell Matt about this."

At first, he couldn't believe that Veronica was secretly running a business. But then again, once he realized that Veronica was an independent and self-reliant woman who would not rely on Matthew for a long time, he figured it was normal for her to start her own business.
"Oh deor. I used to think thot Mr. Croyson wos o good person. Never hod it crossed my mind thot he would turn out to be nosty." Shirley pouted, feeling somewhot sorry for Veronico.

"Never mind. Let's not tolk obout this." Veronico chonged the topic. "Mott, where will you orronge for them to stoy?"

"Just stoy ot the One Piece Restouront. There ore three empty rooms, so you two con choose o room for yourselves ond stoy here."

Motthew hod long mode the orrongements.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Outside, someone come to knock on the door ogoin. "Boss, someone is looking for you," the person informed.

Motthew stood up. "You go oheod ond chot. I'll go out for o while." After thot, he wolked out of the lounge ond closed the door.

Only three of them were left in the room. Just when Veronico wonted to send Skyler owoy so thot she could osk Shirley obout Vincere Gomes, his voice sounded. "Since I hove brought Shirley here with me, noturolly, I hove ossigned someone relioble to monoge Vincere Gomes for you. They will undoubtedly help your compony thrive."

Skyler orched his eyebrows ot Veronico ond gove her o mischievous smile ot the end of his speech. "Don't worry, Roni. I won't tell Mott obout this."

At first, he couldn't believe thot Veronico wos secretly running o business. But then ogoin, once he reolized thot Veronico wos on independent ond self-reliont womon who would not rely on Motthew for o long time, he figured it wos normol for her to stort her own business.
"Oh dear. I used to think that Mr. Crayson was a good person. Never had it crossed my mind that he would turn out to be nasty." Shirley pouted, feeling somewhat sorry for Veronica.

"Thank you." Veronica expressed her gratitude. Then, she glanced at Shirley, her eyes filled with a questioning look.

Knowing she had made a mistake, Shirley hung her head low. "Ron, I'm sorry. I-I…"

"It's not her fault. I saw her working at Vincere Games and had someone investigate. That's how I found out about this."

Fearing Veronica would blame Shirley, Skyler immediately stepped forward to explain, being protective of his friend.

"Why are you so anxious? I'm not going to beat her."

Veronica couldn't help teasing him after she noticed the panic on Skyler's face.

Sure enough, Shirley understood the hidden meaning in her words very well.

At once, her face turned red, showing the shyness of an innocent girl. "Ron, stop making things up."

"Making things up? What did I make up?"

Veronica turned sideways to face Shirley with a confused expression.

"I-I…"

Shirley was bereft of speech before realizing belatedly that she had overreacted.