Her Biliionaire Husband

Veronica looked at Matthew and said, "He is your friend, isn't he? Since he's here, let's invite him in for a while."

She pondered, realizing that Matthew was still alive and had come to find him at the earliest opportunity. He must be a close friend, or a friend that I made in youth.

"No need."

Matthew said coldly, "Tell him to leave."

He uttered a command to the servant without ever meeting their gaze. His refusal brimmed with unwavering determination and there was a hint of resistance.

"Alright, Mr. Kings."

The servant nodded and turned to walk out of the dining room.

Tony and Daniella refrained from probing further into the matter. After all, it was Matthew's personal affair and they didn't want to interject or inquire further.

"Let's have our meal then." Veronica smiled and addressed her foster parents.

Matthew immediately chimed in. "Well, let's have our meal."

As he spoke, Tony duly picked up his fork and began to eat.

However, they had only taken a few bites when the servant hurriedly entered the room. "Mr. Kings, Mr. Flavian instructed me to deliver this to you."

Flavian likely knew that Matthew would not meet with him, so he had the servant deliver something of utmost importance.

"What is it?"

Noticing Matthew's dark and silent demeanor, Veronica broke the silence and asked.

The servant stepped forward, intending to hand over the item in their hands to Veronica, but Matthew swiftly intercepted it, rising to his feet. "I'll be gone for a while," he said.

After speaking, he turned around and left the dining room.

His expression was particularly grim, and after his departure, Tony anxiously inquired, "Roni, is there something wrong with Matthew? Shouldn't you go out and check on him?"

Having accompanied Matthew for a long time, Veronica rarely witnessed him losing his composure over a particular matter. Yet, strangely enough, the appearance of this person named Flavian today instantly deteriorated his state of mind, even erasing his former calmness.

She knew that that person must have a great deal of influence.

"It's alright, Dad. Let's just eat." Veronica served her foster parents some dishes, smiling as she said. "You've come all this way, so please eat more. Matt personally cooked these dishes for you. I don't know if you'll like them."

Daniella felt deeply gratified, looking at the bountiful spread of delicious food on the table, nodded, and sighed. "My Roni has good taste and found a good match. I think Matthew is not bad either. You must hold on tightly to him."

"Haha." Veronica couldn't help but laugh at her mother's words. "He is the father of my child, my husband; how else should I hold on to him? Should I put him in my pocket?"