Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 7

longer work if taken later than that. Veronica had never taken morning-after pills before, so she naively assumed that these pills would work if taken within a week. No wonder Old Mrs. Kings had me stay at the Kings Residence for three days. Turns out this is the reason. Handing the box of pills back to the pharmacist, Veronica walked out of the drugstore, her eyes reddened. Wandering the streets alone, she spent a long time pulling herself together before comforting herself. What’s there to be afraid of? Even if I get pregnant, I can abort the baby then! There’s nothing to be afraid of. Whatever the problem will be, there’ll always be a solution to it. Just then, a car on the roadside suddenly braked and stopped in front of her with a loud Screech! Before she could come to her senses, she had been shoved into the car. “Hey! W-W-Who are you guys? It’s illegal for you guys to kidnap someone openly in broad daylight!” She struggled a few times. Then, she warned, “Stop the car! Hurry up and let me out of the car, or I’m gonna call the police!” Just then, a familiar voice came from the driver’s seat. “Miss Murphy, you’d better behave yourself and not get yourself into trouble.” When Veronica tilted her head and craned her neck, she was astounded to find that it was Thomas in the driver’s seat. So it was Matthew who had me kidnapped? Just as expected, bragging would only give me momentary pleasure, but I’m gonna suffer a great deal for that. Anyway, isn’t it a bit too swift for Matthew to have me kidnapped as soon as I left the Kings Residence? “Hurry up and stop the car, Thomas. Otherwise, I’ll call Old Mrs. Kings and tell her about this.” “I’d advise you to know yourself a little, Miss Murphy.” Veronica was speechless. Know myself enough to die willingly, you mean? However, upon recalling that her adoptive parents were still in the Kings Family’s hospital, she dared not put up any pointless struggle again. Over ten minutes later, Veronica was brought to Matthew’s private residence on the 38th floor of Twilight Club. “I’ve brought Miss Murphy here, Young Master Matthew,” said Thomas as he brought Veronica to the man. “I shall take my leave.” With that, he turned around and left. Clutching the strap of her sling bag, Veronica looked at Matthew, who was working with a laptop on his lap. His eyes were fixed on the laptop as his slender fingers danced on the keyboard. Like a god that lived high in the clouds and passed judgment on all living things, the unfeeling man exuded an innate air of superiority. In particular, with beautiful outlines and clear-cut features, his face was soul-stirringly and flawlessly good-looking like a perfect work of art crafted by God himself. Even Veronica, who was immune to handsome guys, couldn’t help but take another look