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!

she saw her set of footprints.

as she shouted while walking toward that eerie scene, “Master

low. Veronica only amplified her voice a little when she was about to

have enough time to hide, only then did Veronica

had already spotted Crayson when 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

finally found you,

eyes reflexively glanced at the spot where Crayson was standing and conspiring with several

was no one there any

over at my place if the weather is cold. So, why are you still burning firewood? Don’t you know it’s

ordinary house. Unfortunately, there were plenty of flammable items in Crayson’s home. Furthermore, he lived there

can’t avoid doing something essential just

Then, he put down the firewood on his shoulder and

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

earlier have gone to? Hurry up, and

as she carried

she walked, and she fell to the ground with a

her up. “You can’t carry the firewoods on your shoulders, and you can’t carry them with

he picked up the firewood and walked

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

placed them on the fire. “Come, I’ll roast you some sweet

love me the most!” Veronica

always been very kind to me. He’s like a teacher, a father, and a family to me. Moreover, he is at a higher level than ordinary people in terms of skill, ability, altruism, and vision. He’s always been a character full of mysteries anyway,

she thought things out, her

to her home in the evening. The

want to be disturbed by the outside world, let alone

went up to the back mountain after breakfast. Crayson dragged Veronica to go fishing by the

the river with a

Veronica thought that the scene exuded a vibe of the lines of a poem she once read. ‘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, where the snow

she turned on her phone. Taking a few photos of

no

posted the 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, where the

no internet connection. However, Veronica could care less

practice her boxing skill and play chess. The time passed in a