Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 8

She didn’t want to lose her womb at a young age. If that happened, no men would want her even if she threw herself at them. “Begging for mercy on your knees, eh? Weren’t you fuming with indignation just now?” Matthew pinched Veronica’s jaw with his large hand. “Say, which side of you should I believe?” Veronica was very angry. “We should conduct ourselves with conscience, Young Master Matthew. Your grandma’s the one who drugged you, and you forced yourself on me. I’m the victim here, so why should I bear the consequences?” Matthew found his interest aroused by Veronica’s kaleidoscopic change of emotions. She acted all pitiful just a moment ago; now, kneeling on the ground, she looked extremely furious. “Because I’m rich and thus can defy the law, that’s why,” he replied, using her words against her. Then, he continued, “Just stay here and don’t go anywhere. Somebody will pick you up later for the surgery.” He pulled out a piece of tissue and wiped the hand that had pinched Veronica’s jaw as if feeling that it was dirty. After tossing the piece of tissue into the trash can, he turned around and left. “Young Master Matthew? Young Master Matthew, let’s talk this through, okay? Hey, don’t leave, Matthew! You’re an *sshole and a jerk, Matthew!” Veronica couldn’t help but swear when she saw the man walk out of the living room without looking back. Then, she got up, sat down on the sofa, and brushed the nonexistent dust off her knees. She muttered, “Damn that shameless jerk.” The elevator door closed outside; the man was gone. Sitting on the sofa, Veronica reached for her cell phone to call Elizabeth, only to realize that her phone was gone. With the benefit of hindsight, she recalled how Matthew had gotten close to her just now. He probably took my cell phone at the time, she thought. “I can’t just sit back and do nothing.” A myriad of thoughts crossed her mind as she pondered how to get out of here. She stood up and looked around the floor. She found that the only way to exit the floor was through the elevator or the locked door at the end of the hallway. However, there were two burly bodyguards at the living room door. She walked around the living room. In the end, she went into the bedroom and found a lighter. After winding some tissue papers around the mop, she set fire to the tissue papers and aimed the mop at the fire sprinkler on the ceiling. In just a second, the sprinkler system was activated, and it began sprinkling water continuously. Veronica activated both the sprinkler system and the smoke alarm in the bedroom, the guest bedroom, the kitchen, and the bathroom. Upon hearing the smoke alarm ring, she immediately placed the mop in a corner and ran out of the bathroom. The two bodyguards burst in with a panicked expression on their faces. “What’s the matter? Which place is on fire?” Veronica shook her head. “I have no idea… It’s so scary…” “Go over there and take a look, Ben. I’ll go this way.” “Okay.” The two bodyguards immediately rushed inside to check the situation. Veronica was secretly delighted. Immediately, she ran out of the living room and took the 38th-floor-exclusive elevator downstairs. After escaping from Twilight Club, she hailed a taxi and left right away. “Please drive me to Saint Hospital. Uh, forget it. Please drive me to Dragon’s Creek Villa instead.” She had wanted to go to her adoptive parents at Saint Hospital, but now she decided to go to Dragon’s Creek Villa to ask the Larsons for money and then leave Bloomstead with her adoptive parents. Back when she donated her bone marrow to the Larson Family’s youngest son, her biological father had promised to pay her 50,000 when they left Bloomstead. Veronica had disdained taking his money, but now, she had no other option. She wanted to take her adoptive parents back to the countryside, but that would cost money. She had yet to receive her paycheck, and she had paid her only 5,000 upfront for Matthew’s medical treatment. Without money, she could hardly do anything. Over half an hour later, Veronica arrived at Dragon’s Creek Villa. Getting out of the taxi, she walked up to the gate and pressed the doorbell. A while later, the villa’s gate opened. Rachel, who was decked out with jewels, asked with a frown, “Why are you here?” Rachel was Veronica’s biological mother. She was nearly 50 years old and was dressed in a waisted royal blue V-neck shirt paired with high-waisted pants. As she always took very good care of