Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)
Chapter 489

Chapter 489 Helping Him

"Zac and Conrad are paranoid. They're keeping a close eye on you. You'll have to stay away from Matthew if you want to help him." Crayson only said that so they would not get back together, or otherwise, it would have a great impact on Veronica. And yet he had a point too.

Veronica mused about it for a moment and nodded. "Yeah. I should be on the lookout for them." No wonder Matthew insulted Sasha when she came to me and destroyed her career after that. It looks like he's ruining her work, but he's actually putting on a show for Conrad and keeping Sasha safe.

"B-But we can stay in touch as long as nobody knows, can't we?" She missed him. This was the first time she had missed someone so dearly in her life.

"Don't even think about it." Crayson poked her forehead. "If those b*stards replace out that you're talking with Matthew, everything you did would be all for nothing. They might kidnap you or your parents. They might also do me in. Either way, we'd just be a piece of deadweight for Matthew."

"But-"

She wanted to say something else, but Crayson glanced at her. "No buts. You'll have to go for a year and a half without him if you really want to be with him. It's a test. I won't stop you if the two of you can get through it."

"A year and a half? It's been three months since we broke up."

"Fine. A year and three months."

"Okay."

"Don't 'okay' me. Get up and train. You can't even help him out with how weak you are right now!"

It was hurtful, but it was needed. Crayson pointed out her weakness, and it motivated her. From that day onwards, she went through training hell. She wanted to stand by Matthew's side as an equal, not deadweight.

She had breakfast and got changed after her morning training. When she was about to leave for work, she remembered she wasn't working with Starshine anymore. Veronica went back to her bedroom and changed into a black work attire and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She paired that up with a pair of black heels. Since she would be working at a car dealership, she opted to get a cab instead of going in her own car. As she was on her way to work, she looked outside the window, and a smile curled her lips. He didn't betray me. I'm so lucky to run into someone who cares about me.

She arrived at the dealership twenty minutes later, and she went to see Patrick.

Patrick was in his office. Veronica was in black suit and pants. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she only had light makeup on, but that was enough for her to stand out among her peers. She nailed that mature woman look, and nobody was prettier than she was. Patrick's eyes shone when he saw her. He felt something stir in his heart, telling him to approach this woman no matter what.

"Mr. Simon? Mr. Simon?" Veronica stood outside his office, greeting him, but Patrick was leering at her. He didn't even hear Veronica.

She sighed silently and knocked on the door, snapping Patrick out of it.

"Oh, hi, Veronica. Here. Fill this form out." Patrick knew the situation she was in. He didn't have to butter her up, but the fact that she was a damsel in distress was enough of an opening for him. He was coming up with a plan to get in her pants. Patrick pulled out an employment form from his file and handed it to her.

"Of course, Mr. Simon."

Veronica took the form from him, but he took advantage and grabbed her hand instead, caressing it. He then locked eyes with her.

Their gazes met and Veronica smiled sweetly, as if she wasn't refusing his advances. Patrick was delighted. She might have been a successful woman in the past, but now she's just a common lady. It'll be a cinch to get in her pants. "It's your first day here. There must be a lot you don't know. Ask for me if you need anything." He stood behind her and put his hand on her back, caressing it.

Veronica understood that she was in a bad place right now. She would endure the harassment as long as Patrick stayed within boundaries. She'd rather stay out of trouble. However, if he did toe the line, someone would be seeing a doctor, and it would not be her. She quickly filled the form out and handed it to Patrick. "Done, sir."

"Oh, of course. You may leave now."

Patrick asked another guy to take Veronica around the dealership and get to know about how work was done. The guy was called Hanson. He was a tall, happy-go-lucky guy. His skin was fair, but it was slightly ruined by his acne breakout. Hanson was a kind, optimistic guy. He happily explained all the rules of the dealership to Veronica.

Just when Veronica was going around the dealership to check the cars out, she noticed the other salespeople huddling closer to Hanson.

"Hey, pimplehead. You're really nice to her, huh?"

"She looks like a b*tch to me. Be careful."

"Hey, you got her number, doncha? Give it to me. She's a ten."

"Yeah, right. She's a b*tch. First day on the job, and all she does is flirt with the guys."

"I bet she's not as innocent as she looks. Probably just quit a brothel somewhere."

Men would naturally try to butter up beautiful women, while most women would bear at least some enmity toward the same kind of women. They would hate her just for her looks, even if they never had any conflicts before.

It was a grating conversation, but Veronica didn't care about it. She was used to this, and it didn't faze her. She thought Hanson was cute though. They call him pimplehead just because he has acne issues, and he doesn't even mind it.

She spent the whole morning getting to know how the workflow would go. Someone called her when it was nearly lunchtime. It was Patrick. "What is it, Mr. Simon?"

"Oh, you don't have to call me that. It's too formal. Just call me Patrick when we're alone. You don't have to eat out. I reserved a spot at a restaurant. Let's have lunch together."

"Mr. Simon, I—" The call ended before she could say anything. A group of customers came in at the same time. Since Veronica was right at the doorstep, she greeted them. "Good morning. What would you " "Hey! You're Veronica, aren't you?" Someone suddenly came in front and stood before Veronica.

Oh. Goddammit. Mia? Just great. The one person I don't want to see right now.