Her Biliionaire Husband

Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 992-“The ascension ceremony for the head of the clan is approaching. Once Veronica secures the position, these people should either leave the hidden clan forever or have their mouths sealed forever,” Crayson said with a dark gaze and a hint of coldness in his eyes. Then, he sighed and turned to look at Mateo, who was lying unconscious in the hospital room. “Matthew has hurt my grandson like this. I must make him pay with his own blood!”

“Matthew’s existence brings no peace until he is eliminated.” Hayley also sighed, deeply worried.

Meanwhile, in the washroom, Veronica stood quietly in there, waiting. As expected, within two minutes, someone opened the stall door she was in, and it was Xavier.

Although he had a scar on his face, it couldn’t conceal his handsome features. Despite scarring his gorgeous face, it somehow added a sense of ruthlessness and toughness to his appearance. His sharp demeanor had the imposing aura of a gang boss, but at this moment, his face softened and was full of tenderness.

After making eye contact with her, he hugged her tightly. “You scared me. Do you know how concerned I was when I thought you’d lost your memory?” He was very concerned about her and held onto her hand tightly as if he wanted to merge her with him.

“I can hardly breathe,” Veronica whispered in a low voice.

and straightened up, looking at her. “It’s good that you’re okay;

red. She decided to tell him the truth because she had lied to him about Matthew’s fake death last time. However, this time, she didn’t want to deceive Xavier again and make him

hostage,” Veronica said. Then, she added, “You should avoid me for a while. Crayson will do anything he can to get rid of you if you show up too often.

Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked,

“Only you and Matt know about my

faith in me. Xavier felt that his heart was warm and filled with an inexplicable sense of comfort. “I’ll promise

get suspicious,” Veronica didn’t want to delay any longer. So, she pressed the flush button on the toilet, pushed open the stall

have it, Crayson stood in the public washroom

voice, and he couldn’t have heard her. If he did, he wouldn’t have the current expression and reaction. So, she asked, “What are you doing

worried about you.” He sighed. “You’ve never let me rest easy since you were little.