Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband
Chapter 252

Chapter 252 Someone Wants to Frame Matthew

It would be more accurate to call the necklace 'Dream of the Night' rather than 'Angel's Tears'.

This was because the pendant of this necklace was unusual in shape, even a little vintage, which was incompatible with the necklace's post-modern design.

Veronica clutched the necklace and rubbed the pendant gently with her thumb. Her brain was buzzing at the time, as if someone was pulling on a nerve, and she gasped in pain. Some images flashed through her mind in an instant, but they were so brief that she couldn't retain any information.

However, this strange physical reaction lasted only a split second before dissipating.

"Ouch! It hurts."

Veronica reached out and rubbed her temples "What's going on? Didn't I get enough sleep the night before? Is that why I'm having a migraine?"

Migraine used to be a problem for older women but as Veronica got older, she experienced migraine symptoms occasionally, particularly whenever she pulled an all-nighter.

For this reason, she didn't think much about it and put the necklace back in the box.

"Forget it. Let's just wear it since it's so expensive."

She was distressed about the necklace she had purchased for 60 million, so she simply removed the four-leaf clover necklace that Xavier had given her from her neck and replaced it with the pricey necklace. "You look great in blue."

Xavier appeared out of nowhere and took a seat next to Veronica.

She immediately closed the box upon seeing him. After all, it was the necklace that he had given her, and taking it down in front of him was somewhat inappropriate.

"How... How is your body recovering?" Veronica looked at his legs subconsciously, guilt visible in her eyes.

"It's okay," he patted his leg as he breathed a sigh of relief.

A bartender passed by at this point, and Xavier snapped and crooked his fingers, motioning for the bartender to come over.

When the bartender approached, Xavier grabbed two glasses of red wine from the tray and handed one of them to Veronica. "I heard your wedding business is doing well right now."

She then clinked glasses with him before taking a sip and sighing. "It's fine. What about you? How do you feel about returning to work at the Crawford Corporation? Are you getting used to it?" "People must go through an adaptation process, after all."

Xavier laughed at himself, then extended his hand and asked, "Would you like to dance?"

"No, I really don't know how to dance."

"Since you can't dance, why don't we sit for a while on the top floor terrace? We can have a coffee and enjoy the view."

Veronica's head felt heavy, so she waved her hand and said, "No, I've been busy all day and I really want to rest."

She had lost her calm since the last incident when she was confronted with Xavier again, and she now felt a lot of pressure.

Xavier, too, could clearly feel the distance and strangeness between them after her direct refusal.

His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a complex expression flashed across his face.

"I've been dancing a long time and I'm exhausted."

Yvonne exited the dance floor and walked directly to Veronica's side. She leaned on Veronica's shoulders lazily before turning her head to greet Xavier. "Hello, Young Master Xavier! Allow me to introduce myself-my name is Yvonne Spencer and you can call me Yvie."

Xavier had some impression of Yvonne as he had seen her before.

"Do you get along well with Roni?"

He was taken aback by how well the two of them complemented each other.

Yvonne wrapped her arms around Veronica's shoulders and smiled before answering, "She is, of course, one of my new sisters. Look, she's my sister and you're her brother, so that makes you my brother. That's perfectly fine, yes?"

Yvonne appeared to be an extrovert, and her personality was very similar to Veronica's.

Veronica frowned as she looked at Yvonne, and it was as if she was looking at some alien. "You have to widen your perspective and be more open-minded. Everyone in Destor is family, and with the exception of your own family, any guy can be your brother."

Her playful words made Xavier laugh.

Yvonne, on the other hand, gave Victoria a blank stare. She stretched out her hand and pinched Veronica's arm, thereafter muttering, "Am I that shameless?"

Yvonne then smiled at Xavier as she spoke. "Bro, your family also produces raw materials for makeup. Would you be willing to collaborate and offer me a discounted price?"

"How can I refuse when Yvie calls me her brother?"

"Right, bro? You really are righteous."

Both of them then chatted pleasantly.

After some time, Xavier abruptly stated, "I'll go to the restroom first. You two can continue talking."

"Okay."

Veronica and Yvonne nodded as he stood up and left.

On the other side of the hall, Tiffany saw Xavier stride away, thus she got up and followed him.

At this moment, the host on stage had announced the lucky winner, and Veronica had been summoned to the stage to accept the prize.

Of course, she would not refuse a prize.

After all, it was an exquisite jewelry worth millions, so she didn't want to waste it.

The hall was very lively, but there was a banging sound coming from the room behind the hall.

Xavier kicked the door open, strode into the staff room, and locked his gaze on a male waiter, who was hurriedly changing his clothes.

This was the waiter who had just walked past him with glasses of red wine.

"Where do you think you're going?"

His icy cold eyes pierced the puny waiter into his core.

The waiter panicked and swallowed nervously while taking a few steps back. His whole face had on a single expression, and it was one of guilt.

"You... What are you trying to do? This is a staff room and idlers are not allowed to enter."

The waiter was so nervous that he stuttered.

Xavier pursed his lips and took a step forward. He then clenched his right fist and punched the waiter in the face.

The waiter collapsed to the ground, his nose bleeding.

"What exactly are you doing? How can you punch me? I... Believe it or not, I'm... calling the cops on you right now!"

The thin man lying on the ground was terrified.

Xavier stood in front of the waiter, condescendingly looking down at him. The next moment, Xavier's shiny black leather shoe stepped on the back of the waiter's right hand, which was on the ground. "Tell me who sent you here?"

"I'm not sure what you're talking about... Ouch! It hurts... It really hurts! My hand is about to break! Help!"

He couldn't help but scream in agony.

"If you don't answer my question, I'll break not only your hand, but also your legs!" Xavier threatened.

D*mn it! How can this man behave so atrociously? Is he sick of living?

The man kept his mouth tightly shut after Xavier finished his warning, unwilling to say anything.

Seeing that he kept his mouth shut, Xavier was at the end of his rope, and he cast a glance at a wine bottle beside him.

Without saying anything, Xavier slammed the bottle's mouth against the wall. Holding the broken bottle in his hand, he leaned over and slammed it into the back of the man's hand. "As long as you can handle it, you don't have to say anything."