Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 168

A few swarthy, muscular goons with stern looks on their faces began to approach Veronica. At a glance, she could easily tell that these skilled men harbored nothing but ill intentions.

She wanted to make a run for it, but the thought of currently being in her hometown, and possibly involving Tony, Daniella, or even her master, and putting them in harm‘s way stopped her.

So, she decided to quickly think of the next possible thing to do. Using her quick thinking, she pretended to be unaffected by their presence. “What‘s up?” she calmly asked.

For them to stop the car right in front of her could only mean one thing—they already knew who she was and where she lived. Running away was futile, at this point.

“Miss Murphy,” the man who seemed to be the leader of the pack called out. “We are here under Young Master Matthew‘s instruction. We will be escorting you back to

Bloomstead.” Unlike his polite tone, his eyes were chillingly threatening as they leered at her.

It was as if he was saying Veronica would be brought back no matter what.

“Didn‘t he mention the reason for wanting me back?” she asked again despite fully expecting Matthew to eventually force her back. She knew that the man still wanted to have his fingers wrapped around this ‘pawn‘ of his.

However, she had only returned home the day prior. She did keep her phone turned off from then on as she had planned to disconnect herself from the world for a few days, but she didn‘t think Matthew would come for her so soon.

Why is Matthew in such a hurry? Could something have happened back at Bloomstead? she wondered

“We are only following orders. We don‘t know the rest.” Like a machine void of emotions and thoughts, the man replied to her dully.

“Alright. Give me a moment. Let me pack my stuff and I‘ll be right back.”

Knowing better than to provoke the group of men and not wanting to worry her parents and master, Veronica eventually agreed to follow them back to Bloomstead.

My apologies, Miss Mu–” The man started 10 object, only to be cut off by an angry roar from Veronica. She knew exactly what he was going to say.

to my home! I‘m warning you. My parents‘ health isn‘t at its best. They

the head of the group lifted his wrist, took a glance at his watch, and finally

was currently cooking in the kitchen. “Mom, there is something that I need to take care of in Bloomstead. I have to

still in the early hours of the morning, Tony was

the stove and put down the spatula in her hand. She then wiped the grease off her palms on the apron around her

nothing. It‘s just Xavier. He…” She sputtered out the best excuse she could come up with at the moment, “He has appendicitis and is currently in surgery. I‘m worried about him,

for using her friend to get herself out of the pickle. I‘m sorry. I‘m so sorry! The situation calls for it. Don‘t kill me, Xavier! she silently

tight with Xavier, and for making Xavier someone that Daniella could

my, is that so? You really have to go see him then! But before that, why don‘t you bring him one of our village chickens as

Okay! I really have to go now. Bye bye!”

wasn‘t thick enough for her to proudly bring a chicken back to Bloomstead.

she doubted the thugs would spare her

you rushing?” Daniella scolded. “Let me ask your

“It is okay, Mom. I already called for a cab in

tugging on the corners of her lips. “That

at the thought of her only daughter having to get

currently worried about was only a lie Veronica could best

Veronica sprinted her way to the vehicle waiting for her, and after getting

Matthew‘s place and locked in as soon as they reached Twilight Condominium, where a sense of familiarity immediately hit her as she stood in the middle

herself onto the sofa and checked her phone, only to see that

she had missed someone else‘s call, but to get missed calls from the two men? A pretty normal

would Matthew call

possible reasons

him two calls which went straight to voicemail both times, she lay down on the sofa and started to browse Twitter on her

out to be one that went on for

loud gurgling sounds from her hunger, she shot up from the couch and angrily banged her hand on the table. “Freaking Matthew. Is he coming or not? I‘m leaving