Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 877 Underground Palace

The following night, Tiffany, who was under house arrest, was lying on the bed. As her gaze landed on the medicine on the nightstand, resentment gradually replaced the tears that brimmed in her eyes.

She clenched her fair hands together as her body shook in anger. “Veronica Murphy, I’ll kill you! I really will!” Every bad thing that happened to Tiffany started with Veronica. As such, she could only feel satisfied once Veronica was dead.

That night, Tiffany tossed and turned on her bed but couldn’t fall asleep. Pictures of the ways to kill Veronica were running through her mind. The whole night, she kept wondering about the quickest and most effective way to kill someone.

As she went over the plan in her mind, a hint of fragrance reached her. The next second, her head grew heavy and she finally fell asleep. She had no idea what happened after she passed out.

After a long time, Tiffany stirred awake. As her eyes fluttered open, she was met with the sight of Crayson and Mateo. “W-What are you doing here?”

to get up from the bed. It was only then that

was frightened. She scanned her surroundings involuntarily, only to find

the lights around them illuminated the place, she couldn’t see any walls around her other than a few pillars that

figures. The figures were each

art added to the mystery of the underground

that unnerved her from time

to you. Why

he only cast an indifferent glance at her before returning to the discussion. He was talking to Mateo in the hidden tongue as they fiddled with the pots on the table. However, Tiffany

As such, she couldn’t understand a thing without

terrible feeling and the helplessness

Crayson, you better let me go, or else that man will come after you!” She tried to struggle out of her constraints, but it was futile. “And there are Floch and Rachel. They will not let

as he paused the discussion. He turned around to look at the woman, and his glassy eyes were filled with an icy look as he growled, “Is that so? They should come after me, then. At least it saves me a

him as ‘Mr. Crayson’ in the past.