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!

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

the shoe prints that she had left before, as she shouted while walking toward that eerie scene, “Master Crayson? Master?

was about to reach the spot she discovered

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

came over, she pretended not to see him and

with two bundles of firewood on his shoulders. He effortlessly carried them

found you,

trotted toward him. However, her eyes reflexively glanced at the spot where Crayson was standing and conspiring with

was no one there

so much firewood? I’ve told you many times, haven’t I? Just stay over at my place

not a big deal if it was an ordinary house. Unfortunately, there were plenty of flammable items

something essential just because of a slight

his shoulder and looked at Veronica. “Here! You’re strong

Afterward, she pouted, walked over, and carried

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

staggeringly as she carried the bundle

and she fell to the

grabbed her by the collar to pull her up. “You can’t carry the firewoods on your shoulders, and you can’t carry them

spoke, he picked up the

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

the firewood he brought home. 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 that you liked to roast sweet potatoes while warming yourself by the fire in

master, you love me the most!” Veronica was

to me. He’s like a teacher, a father, and a family to me. Moreover, he is at a higher level than ordinary

things out, her

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

her phone. She did not want to be disturbed

up to the back mountain after breakfast. Crayson dragged

he sat by the river with a fishing rod and fished

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

it very much, so she turned on her phone. Taking a few photos of Crayson, she then uploaded them to her

no one could

that, she 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 snow falls on

had no internet connection. However, Veronica could care less and just

her boxing skill and play chess. The time