Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)
Chapter 484

Chapter 484 Patrick Simon's Greedy Eyes

She had to adapt to survive when coexisting with jackals. "Thank you, Mr. Lynch," Veronica said politely with a nod. From the drawer, Miguel took out a name card. "Go for an interview at the 4S store at Pines Street. Contact this person, and he will make sure that you get the job successfully."

When she received the black name card from him, she saw the words 'Sales Manager, Patrick Simon' and his phone number embossed in gold. "I'm going over right now."

After she sincerely expressed her gratitude to Miguel, she left Luminesce Enterprise with the name card. Still, unexpectedly, she bumped into Matthew standing in the car park when she walked out of the building.

The man casually stood next to his car; a cursory glance from her made her notice that he already had a bunch of cigarette butts around his feet. From that, she could infer that he was purposely waiting for her.

However, she merely glanced at him once and went straight to her own car, but he strode to her and stopped in front of her, blocking her path. After he forcefully blocked her way, he didn't say anything and simply fixed his eyes on her with a deep look.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"Actually, you're not desperate. As long as you apologize to Sasha, I'll let you return to work at Starshine."

Although Matthew knew that Veronica had a stubborn personality, he didn't expect her to be this obstinate. In order to make a living in this society, it was essential to be flexible, and being stubborn was not a good trait to have in the workforce.

Veronica ran her fingers through her fringe, raised her perfectly arched eyebrows, and mocked, "Apologize? Hmph, you can forget about it."

If this happened when she first got to know Matthew, she wouldn't hesitate to bow down and apologize. After all, dignity and all were worth nothing to her, but the situation was different now.

First of all, she assumed that Sasha was the one who acted out first, and she wasn't at fault at all. Secondly, she was capable enough to support herself, so why should she succumb to his threats? There was no way that would ever happen. No way, no how.

Veronica Murphy, you're really... too stubborn." Matthew stuffed his hands into his pockets as a malicious smile spread across his face. "Do you think that I'll let you get the job so easily just because Miguel gave you the job?"

"Whatever. You can do anything you like if you think that it doesn't affect your life and work by wasting your time on an ant like me." Finally, she inhaled deeply and lifted her chin proudly before continuing, “But if you want me to apologize..." She pursed her lips and mustered her courage, saying, "That's impossible."

"If that's what you want, then we shall see just how long you can hold out." Every word falling from his lips was akin to repeatedly stabbing himself in the heart, but he had no other choice.

Since he had decided on this path, he had to carry on no matter how difficult it was. Thus, after he delivered his threat, he spun around and left.

Yet, before he left the basement, he also reminded her. "Remember, apologize to Sasha when you can't take it anymore, and I promise I'll let you live your life peacefully."

By the time he finished speaking, he had already entered his car and closed the car door, leaving Veronica rooted to the spot as she listened to him start the engine and depart.

Her hands hanging by her sides tightened slightly, and she breathed in deeply. "I said that I won't apologize. Never!"

She was speaking to herself, but she raised her head to look at the skies with a tenacity and resoluteness she never had before.

Afterward, she hopped into her own car and went to the 4S car gallery at Pines Street.

At the store entrance, she gave a call to the man whose name was printed on the name card. "Hello, are you Mr. Simon? I'm Veronica Murphy, and I would like to apply for the position of car sales consultant in your store."

"Oh, it's you. Miss Lambert has told me about it. Come over. I'm in the store," the man on the other end of the line said warmly as he chuckled in welcome.

Although Veronica didn't know who the Miss Lambert he mentioned was, she reckoned that Miguel must have instructed someone else to call Patrick before this.

At the end of the day, Miguel was the company president, and it would be out of place if he were the one to call the store manager. In addition, it would expose that the person backing her up was Miguel. That being said, once she joined the store, she would receive extra care from others but wouldn't be able to test her actual sales abilities and personal standards.

After she hung up, she went into the store and found Patrick after asking around.

The man, Patrick, was nearing his forties and was a portly, greasy man with a huge belly and glasses. It didn't help that he had a naturally narrow set of eyes, which made him look rather shifty at first glance. As Veronica was dubious of his abilities and personality, she was naturally wary of him. That was because the moment he saw her, he asked, "Are you Veronica Murphy?"

"Yes, Mr. Simon," she answered.

After that, his squinty little eyes shone with greed as he gave her a once-over, leering at her like she was utterly stripped before him, which was very repulsive.

He laughed heartily. "Come on, come with me for the interview," he said in a friendly tone, leading her into the office for an interview.

In the office, Patrick served her a cup of tea. "Here, have something to drink. Ho-ho! Girl, don't be nervous. Just take this place as your home and regard me as your brother. After all, Miss Lambert introduced you to this place."

Veronica carefully took the tea from his hands, placed it on the table, and flashed him a customer service smile. "Okay, Mr. Simon."

Whenever she made an expression, it revealed a dignified temperament, and people could tell that she was different from the others.

"Hey, girl. Have we met somewhere before? Somehow, I replace you a little familiar to the eyes." He was definitely not saying this as a conversation starter but because he had really seen her before. Then, he slapped the table as it came to him. "Oh, I remember now. Were you a model before?"

"Yes, Mr. Lambert." She nodded.

At this moment, Patrick's phone started ringing, and he held it as he said to her, "Girl, take a seat while I pick up the call." So, he rose to his feet as he palmed his phone. Then, he walked to the door and answered the call. "Hello, Miss Lambert?"

"Is Veronica Murphy there?" the woman named Kelly asked.

"Ho-ho! Oh yes, she's already here."

"Pat, I'm telling you, this Murphy girl is a piece of trouble. I heard that she offended the heir of the Kings' Family. Previously, she was doing well as a model but was forced out of her job. Out of desperation, she spent some money and contacted me. That's why I arranged for her to work at your store." Kelly explained the situation to Patrick on the other end of the line.

When he heard that such a terrifying circumstance led Veronica to his doorstep, he quickly shut the office door and whispered, "What? She offended the heir of the Kings' Family? Do you mean Matthew Kings?"

"Yeah, exactly. I also received some money from a senior at work, and he kept asking me to give her a job in the car store. There's nothing else I can do, too. Later, I'll give you a token of appreciation. Please accept it and take it as my sincere thanks."

The woman named Kelly Lambert called Patrick to tell him about the situation. She gave him a small token of appreciation afterward because she truly hoped he wouldn't turn Veronica away. On the other hand, Veronica came here for the interview, wholly clueless that Miguel had spent so much effort in order to ensure that she was hired.

Initially, Patrick's attitude toward Veronica was warm, but after he heard the things Kelly said, his attitude took a considerable downturn. Therefore, when he returned to the office and faced Veronica, his warm reception had utterly disappeared as though the smiling man from earlier was a mere figment of Veronica's imagination.