Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 297

Sitting on the chair and leaning against the wall, Veronica closed her eyes to take a rest. Suddenly, she felt someone caressing her cheek. “Hey chick, did someone bully you? I can make you feel better.”

She opened her eyes at that instant. As her eyelids fluttered, she let out an engaging smile that could easily awaken one‘s protective instincts.

“How so?” Her voice was very calm.

When the men heard that, they exchanged glances before smiling sinisterly. One of them, with blond hair, walked toward her and reached out his hand to pinch her white cheek. “So squishy and soft. We can pamper you with kisses and warm you up. The weather is so cold and there‘s no heater here. It pains us to see a beauty like you suffer.”

Following that repulsive remark was laughter.

Veronica cocked her head and stared at them innocently. “But there are so many of you. Who should I kiss first?”

“Of course it‘s me. I’m their boss.” The blond guy took the lead by pointing at his cheek, waiting for her to spoil him.

“Come closer.” She curled her index finger at him, who gladly approached her without hesitation.

Her smile vanished at the very next second as she raised her hand and slapped the guy‘s face, after which she kicked him hard, sending him flying about seven feet away.

Bang!

The man banged against the wall before falling onto the ground and squirming in pain.

Veronica, who was still sitting on the bench, lifted her foot on it and propped her chin. She did not hide the disdainful glint in her eyes. “Happy now?”

His underlings, who witnessed the entirety of the situation, shuddered in fear and tried to hush their heavy breathing.

Holy cow, what‘s with her?

She‘s a She–Hulk!

Mom, I‘m scared!

Like a herd of terrified sheep, they flocked together and nudged toward a corner in unison. Meanwhile, the man in pain spat to get rid of his broken tooth that was covered with blood. “God d*mn it! It f*cking hurts! What are you guys looking at? Get her! Ouch, why does it hurt so much?”

Despite his fierce looks and menacing words, his incoherent threat was quite funny because of his lost tooth.

An irritated Veronica just happened to be looking for a target to let off steam. After suffering so much to adapt to her new life in this city, she still failed to protect herself and fell into someone‘s scheme. As she recalled the hardships she had been through, the ire in her flared blazingly.

Gazing at the group of men before her, she had made up her mind.

“Come here. Didn‘t your boss tell you to come over?” She beckoned them over.

They shook their heads violently because none of them dared to challenge her. Still, Veronica had no intention of letting them off that easily.

“That‘s it? Sorry, but I’m not done yet.” She rose from the bench and strode toward them. Her first target was the guy on the right. Pulling his ear, she yanked him over and slapped him twice across the cheeks.

One of them tried to stop her but was welcomed by her kick, and he fell onto the ground miserably.

It wasn‘t until the six men were lying on the ground that Veronica clapped her hands and returned to her seat. With an icy gaze, she stared at her ‘punching bags‘ and said disapprovingly, “Wise up and act your age.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I wonder how many girls have fallen victim to their acts.

Right then, a police officer stopped by to check on them. “What‘s with the noise?”

“Sir, save us! She hit us!”

One of the guys even sobbed. “S–She beat us.”

“Let me out of here or I‘ll be dead soon!”

“Save us, Sir!”

As if the officer was their mother, the injured men kept whining at him like giant

crybabies. Looking at their swollen faces, the officer questioned Veronica, “What happened?”

She tucked down her sleeve, “Sir, they were harassing me. It was self–defense.”

Then, the officer pointed at them with a warning. “Behave yourselves.”

After he left, the gang turned to look at Veronica, but they didn‘t have the audacity to do anything to her. Instead, they zipped their lips and shrank themselves into a corner, trying not to disturb her.

In the meantime, she zoned out for a moment before lying on the bench to rest. Walking down the memory lane in her head, she had never once felt so exhausted and lost.

How am I going to forget all these scars?

Even if the moon was hanging high in the midnight sky, her mind was fully awake. Throughout the night, she mischievously took a few glances at the men, jolting them from drowsiness. As a result, no one slept in that detention room that night.

On the other hand, Matthew was overlooking the view outside the window in his office at Spinfluence Group. The cigarette pinched between his fingers was shouldering

When Troy entered the office, Matthew asked, “Is she alright?”

“Miss Murphy‘s at the detention center. Some men tried to take advantage of her, but she taught them a lesson. She‘s currently sleeping on a bench” Troy paused for a moment after reporting his investigation. “President Kings, is it necessary to take things this far? You care for her so much.”

Although it hadn‘t been long since he started working for Matthew, Troy knew the man very well. Within that one month, though Matthew didn‘t see Veronica, he had his finger on the pulse of everything that was related to her. As the assistant, Troy was aware of how much Matthew cared for Veronica beneath that indifferent countenance.

“Why? Do you miss Thomas?” Matthew‘s question implied something else. Something perilous. Troy straightened his back immediately. “President Kings, I‘ve asked someone to investigate what happened at the wedding. However, Sir Conrad‘s men have taken the exploded balloon. It seems like he‘s on it as well.”

“We must find who was behind it.”

“Understood, President Kings.” Troy suddenly thought of something as he questioned, “Miss Murphy is in the detention center. Should we get her out?”

“No,” answered the man without a second thought.

Even if Troy wasn‘t sure about Matthew‘s attention, he had no right to question Matthew‘s decision, hence the obsequious behavior. He left the office without voicing his doubts.

Now that Matthew was left alone in the office, he sighed and enjoyed the night view. It wasn‘t until the cigarette burned out that he came to his senses and continued his work.

The next day, Veronica, who had not slept a wink, was pacing back and forth in the detention room. She was waiting as she expected Matthew to come save her soon.