Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 830 Something Happened to the Children

The hidden clan’s palace was situated on a higher mountain. The top of the mountain was flat, and a palace was built there. If one stood on top of the palace and gazed below the mountain, one could see the entirety of the hidden clan’s bustling city center, giving one a sense of authoritative superiority.

However, as soon as Veronica and Matthew got out of the parking lot, a flashy red SUV drove up to them and honked. As the SUV pulled up, the person in the passenger seat poked their head out and waved at the two. “Hey, we meet again.”

The one speaking was Zac. He opened the car door and thanked the driver, then closed the door and walked right up to Veronica. “Are you here to attend the banquet too?”

Zac was in his usual silver-gray suit. It enhanced the prominent features on his face and made him more handsome, but it highlighted the spots on his face as well.

He reached up and smoothed back his short blond hair, smiling in self-proclaimed suave. When she saw Zac, Veronica decided not to humor him. She simply gave him a half-hearted response before continuing her way forward.

he jogged up

still hate me because of what happened to Matthew, but what can you do? You can’t kill me.” He shrugged, then said cockily,

Veronica paused in her steps and looked squarely at him, smiling in disdain as she said, “Allow me to

know you’re not interested in becoming its leader. If you’re willing to work with me, no matter what you ask

look earnest and sincere for a moment. However, Veronica would rather believe that ghosts existed instead of believing Zac. “Nice. Are you sure you’ll agree to anything

course!” Zac nodded, full of confidence as he placed his hands in the pockets of his pants. He had the aloof stance of

up to push back a strand of stray hair picked out by the wind. She stared coolly at Zac, then parted her red lips as she said, “If I… ask for

the murderous intent in her voice

Missus Murphy, you’re indeed

trying

know a certain thing, and if I were to tell you about it, I trust that you’d