Her Biliionaire Husband

Her Billionaire Husband 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!

her set of footprints. Then, she walked in that direction

that she had left before, as she shouted while walking

her voice a little when she was about to reach the

her pace. Thinking that those people would have enough time to hide, only then did Veronica walk forward quickly and continue to

she came over, she pretended not to see him

yelling 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. “When did you

found

him. However, her eyes reflexively glanced at the spot where Crayson was

no

at my place if the

big deal if it was an ordinary house. Unfortunately, there were plenty

doing something essential just because of

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

went speechless at his shameless request. Afterward, she pouted, walked over, and carried the firewoods obediently. “They’re

from earlier have gone to? Hurry up, and let’s go!” Crayson ordered Veronica,

she carried the bundle

she walked, and she fell to the ground with a loud ‘thud’.

her by the collar to pull her up. “You can’t carry the firewoods on

up the firewood and

the meantime, Veronica followed behind and moped. “It’s not like it’s normal for me to carry firewood. So, how

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

As expected, master, you love me the most!” Veronica was very

family to me. Moreover, he is at a higher level than ordinary people in terms of skill, ability, altruism, and vision. He’s

she thought things out, her mood naturally got a little

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

off her phone. She did not want to

after breakfast. Crayson dragged

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

a poem she once read. ‘There is only one boat on the water. With an old man in a straw

a few photos of Crayson,

angle, no one

pictures with the same caption that conveyed her thoughts. ‘There is only one boat on the water. With an old man in a straw rain cape, who stands on deck and fishes by himself,

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

her to practice her boxing skill and play chess.