Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 365 It’s Christmas!

In other words, at least three people with a height of nearly 5’11” are visiting Master Crayson. But it’s the 23rd of December in the Gregorian calendar, which is the day before Christmas Eve. Who will come here?

The most significant part is that the shoe prints look new, and Master Crayson isn’t here either. Where could he go? Therefore, she got up and followed those shoe prints all the way back. She found herself at the other end of the back mountain as she walked.

Just when Veronica was puzzled and looked around, she abruptly discovered several people standing together in the woods behind the mountain.

Startled, Veronica immediately squatted down and looked at them from a distance.

Once she took a closer look, she surprisingly realized that Crayson was standing together with three tall men.

While Crayson stood with his hands behind his back and head held high, the three men opposite him held their hands in front of them and bowed their heads slightly respectfully.

Veronica felt a chill down her spine as she witnessed this scene.

Who are these guys? And, what exactly is Master Crayson’s identity?

Suddenly, she remembered the person who looked like Crayson she saw on Mudwood Street the other day.

Was I really mistaken?

Also, was Master Crayson really in the company’s office? Or was he just coming back from outside and happened to enter the company and meet Shirley when I saw him in Encounters Bridal Store that day?

As she started pondering on the matter, she couldn’t help the growing sense of fear.

She knew that Crayson had sharp eyes and even more sensitive hearing, so she did not dare to stay. Therefore, she could only creep forward and leave quietly.

When she was back at the door, she sat by the door and continued to wait for Crayson.

However, Veronica abruptly thought of something that made her heart lurch in her chest with fear while she waited. “Oh, sh*t!”

I was observing the shoe prints on the ground earlier and followed them to find Master Crayson. So, naturally, I must have also left my tracks!

I’m afraid—Master Crayson will surely find out!

Veronica fell into deep thought as she saw her set of footprints. Then, she walked in that direction again.

before, as she shouted while walking toward that eerie scene, “Master Crayson? Master?

low. Veronica only amplified her voice a little when she was about to

would have enough time to hide, only then did Veronica walk forward

when she came over, she pretended not to see him and

Be quiet! What are you yelling about?!” Crayson came out of the woods with two bundles of firewood on his shoulders. He effortlessly carried them as he

I finally found you,

reflexively glanced at the spot where Crayson was

there was no one there any

many times, haven’t I? Just stay over at my place if the weather is cold. So, why are you still burning

an ordinary house. Unfortunately, there were plenty of

doing something essential

tracks. Then, he put down the firewood on his shoulder and looked at Veronica.

shameless request. Afterward, she pouted, walked over, and

earlier have gone to? Hurry up, and let’s

walked forward staggeringly as she

her feet slipped as she walked, and she fell to the ground with a

he grabbed her by the collar to pull her up. “You can’t carry

up the firewood

“It’s not like it’s normal for me

fire. “Come, I’ll roast you some sweet potatoes to

master, you love me the most!”

so many years, and he has always been very kind to me. He’s like a teacher, a father, and a family to me. Moreover, he is at a higher level than ordinary people in terms of skill, ability, altruism, and vision. He’s always been a character full of mysteries anyway, so I should leave him some private

her mood naturally got a little

his home. Later, she dragged him back to her home in the evening. The family of four sat together to eat and

her phone. She did not want to be disturbed by the

following day, she went up to the back mountain after breakfast. Crayson dragged

by the

is only one boat on the water. With an old man in a

she turned on her phone. Taking a few photos of Crayson, she

shooting angle, no one

same caption that conveyed her thoughts. ‘There is only one boat on the water. With an old man in a straw rain cape, who stands on deck and fishes by himself, where the snow

were high up in the mountain, her phone had no internet connection. However, Veronica could care less

boxing skill and play chess. The time