Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 303 Matthew Discovered Her Identity

This new batch of private investigators were the people whom Veronica had recruited again afterward.

They were great at fighting and their work was meticulous as well.

If it weren’t for Randall being Monica’s husband, she would not have bothered to deal with all this hassle.

Regardless, though, she intended to interrogate Randall personally to find out who was behind all this.

She drove her car directly toward the destination.

It was past midnight, the roads were empty, so she drove at a high speed. It merely took her half an hour to arrive at the destination she was headed for.

However, before Veronica had the chance to get out of her car, she received a phone call.

She had a bluetooth headset on, so she answered the phone with it. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s bad news. Someone came and broke Randall out.” The person on the other end spoke up.

Veronica was listening to the other person speak when she suddenly saw that there was a car hurtling in her direction with the headlights on full beam coming from the bend ahead.

Shocked, she instantly pulled her car over to the side of the road. She had a strong hunch that this was the car of the people who hijacked Randall.

“Is it a black car?” She looked through her rearview mirror and caught sight of the last two numbers on that car’s registration plate. “Are the last two numbers of the registration plate 73?”

“Yes. Yeah, you’re right. How did you know that?”

“I encountered the car coincidentally.”

She instantly hung up her phone and made a perfect drift as she turned her car in the opposite direction, making her way toward the car ahead. The car in front was driven at a very high speed, so Veronica drove fast too.

She continued to trail after the car ahead, and they drove along the wide motorway toward the tiny country roads before finally coming to a stop at the entrance of a mechanic shop.

an electric baton and got out of

a sudden click went off, and the darkened entrance lit up instantly. The white lights shone

you?” Veronica was dressed in male attire, so she forged a deep,

way. I’m much

the inside, and a familiar person walked out. He was as cold and haughty as before, and he stood there arrogantly. He had both his hands tucked into the pocket of his pants

seeing the familiar guy

out the person who had hijacked Randall, but never in her wildest dreams would she have expected the person to be Matthew. Why did he kidnap Randall? Could he possibly be

instantly banished that ridiculous notion

mood, he wasn’t a despicable man at all. Besides, if Veronica encountered any trouble, it would bring disrepute to the

As soon as she thought of that, realization

care less attitude about the trouble she was in. On the surface, he appeared to allow the situation to

her standing still without saying a word. She

pocket of his suit. He lit it before holding it in between his fingers. He lifted his fingers slightly, and Troy instantly caught on to

“Get her!” Troy instructed.

Troy yelled out his command, the men that surrounded Veronica instantly pounced on her. Veronica was just about to yell out for them to stop upon seeing their reaction, but before she could get a word in edgewise,

had no other option, so she swung the electric baton at the men rushing toward

they had difficulty fighting her with their bare hands and feet. They were much more likely to hurt their

moment, the man standing under the light while puffing on his cigarette narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the familiar fight moves used by the person in front of him and a

lips into a smile as he held the cigarette in between his lips. His smile was slightly resigned with an

that Matthew suddenly chuckled, so the former was

inside and interrogate him,” Matthew instructed

Matthew spoke, he turned around and slowly took a seat on a chair by the side. He watched calmly as Veronica remained in a frenzied fight

bad at fighting, but today she seemed to be performing

too many frustrations on her mind lately, so she fought hard. In no time

stood there and panted hard as she looked at the men on the ground. She kept her electric baton pointed at them. “Is there anyone who wants to come at

hurts so

“She fights so well!”

“We’ve underestimated her.”

head! My head is

me! My arm… My