The Life Of A Billionaires Wife

Chapter 14 Caught on the Spot by Matthew

Other than the Larsons, Veronica couldn’t think of anyone else who would willingly save a murderer. But who would have imagined that the driver they rescued would end up silenced and dead? Veronica should have already known that silencing a potential witness would be the best choice possible, considering the Larsons’ poisonous tendencies.

Now, she was done for. Not only had she lost her last lead, but the Larsons were also made aware of her investigation into the murderer. If the Larsons were to find out that Veronica already knew the truth, would she be the next one to die? This sudden piece of news made her heart pound madly, unable to calm down. Despite everything coming her way, all she could do was quietly put up with it. She certainly could not allow her adoptive parents to know.

After her three-day break was up, Veronica returned to work.

In order to not alert the Larsons, the only other thing Veronica did other than work was visit her adoptive mother in the hospital. She did her best not to show up in front of the Larsons. At the same time, she stuck closely to her “doctor’s orders”—for the next month, she was not allowed to consume any alcohol, and she was to get sufficient rest.

Meanwhile, she secretly spent a huge sum of money to find another private detective agency to discreetly look into her adoptive parents’ car accident.

Just like that, a month slipped by. Veronica took some time out of her schedule to go to the hospital for a “checkup.” The results showed that she was in good health.

After Veronica left the hospital, Matthew received a call from the hospital.

“Young Master Matthews, Miss Murphy has already undergone an ultrasound. The fetus is over two months-old and is developing well.”

“Didn’t she show signs of a miscarriage? She’s been delivering takeout every day recently; won’t it have an effect on her?” Matthew asked.

“Miss Murphy was raised in a farming village. She is fit; she isn’t as frail as the average expecting mother.”

“Got it.”

He had initially thought that Veronica’s daily traveling would affect the baby growing in her belly, but to his surprise, it was the opposite of what he thought.

As night fell, people began to congregate at the Twilight Club. All these young men and women, rendered exhausted by the tedium and monotony at work, indulged themselves with alcohol under the neon lights. They danced and writhed on the dance floor, or slumped at the counter of the bar, passed out in a dead sleep.

Larsons hadn’t deliberately hurt her adoptive parents, she would most likely have gone back to her hometown and opened a bar with the money she had. Or maybe she would open a grocery

past ten when Veronica skulked in a corner for a moment of quiet, her walkie-talkie buzzed to life.

Why should I go there when I’m a woman?”

was the one who asked for you. Gave your name and all that. Relax,

again! Fine, I’ll be there in a

her walkie-talkie back at her hip and headed straight for the public

Young Master Xavier is slumped by the toilet bowl and won’t

for you

Big Ron, you’re going to have to hold on tight to him. Maybe this is your chance to climb up the totem pole after

the guards tease her. “Who are you calling a

my big mouth.” Cody grinned in embarrassment. “You’re going to

going to whinge about you guys slacking off if they see you.” She waved a hand, gesturing for her

men’s washroom. She turned her head to see Xavier sitting on the toilet bowl, puking his guts up into the

son of the Crawford Family in Bloomstead. He might be a dashing man, but he was a useless loser, infamous for his

him? It would be more apt

been able to stomach the sight, so she immediately grabbed a bottle off the table and smashed it, shattering its bottom. Then, she aimed the broken bottle with its jagged

can down that bottle of

drinking with her adoptive father, so

He would frequently drag her over for drinking contests, and that was how they ended up becoming

and they were deeply taken by this. Thus, they all began calling her

Xavier began to throw

her nose, she tapped him on his shoulder with her electric baton. “Hey, if you’re so drunk that you’re puking, then get your butt back home. Isn’t it disgusting to sit

smile bloomed on his handsome, boyish face as he

my hands if I do that.” She waved her electric baton, a look of repulsion on her