Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)
Chapter 517

Chapter 517 Say Goodbye, Xavier

Compared to Xavier, Thomas was on edge as he had never experienced this pain. "Good. I like how straightforward you are." Xavier slid a hand into his pocket as he raised another to snap his fingers.

His subordinates, who were standing close by, understood his signal and walked to a sedan. They opened the car door and lugged two people out. Yes, they were being dragged out of the car. As the car was not parked far away, Thomas could see the bodyguards carrying two limp bodies with black hoods over their heads.

It was obvious the people being carried on the bodyguards' shoulders had fainted. Their legs were hanging limp on the ground as they were dragged forward. His eyebrows furrowed as he burned with anger. "What the hell did you do to them, Xavier?"

"A life for two. What more could you ask for?" Xavier held a cigarette between his two fingers and sniggered, "Hand Antheena over." "F*ck, you—"

Thomas wanted to argue, but Xavier did not have much patience. "If you dilly-dally anymore, I can't promise you what will happen to the two of them." "Then, remove the hood. How else can I confirm it's them?"

"You need to bring Antheena out first." "Fine." Thomas relented. He signaled to the people behind him, and they immediately opened the car door and walked Antheena out of the car toward them.

The square was dim, with only the soft yellow light from the faraway street lights illuminating their silhouette. They stood still with the hostages a few meters apart and removed the hoods and mask, respectively.

Finally, Thomas could see Matthew's barely recognizable and badly beaten-up face, while Troy was covered in scary bloody welts. That was his brother! Thomas clenched his fists and wanted to punch Xavier in the face, but he controlled his anger. "Let them go."

Then, both parties released their hostages at the same time. Thomas' quick-witted bodyguards immediately went up to support Troy and Matthew.

On the other hand, Antheena walked toward Xavier without a scratch on her, but her hands were tied up. "Sebastian, I knew you would return."

She was carefree and relaxed despite the tense situation. Xavier's well-defined eyebrows furrowed slightly at her remark. "You're too mischievous. We have to hurry back."

He took a step forward and pulled on her hands, which were still confined by a rope before he walked toward the sedan. Suddenly, a voice rose from behind them. "Since you're already here, why the rush to leave, Xavier?" the bright voice asked.

Everyone turned and looked at the source of the voice to see Veronica, dressed in a black casual outfit and her hair in a ponytail. She walked with confidence toward them in her Doc Martens.

"How could you do this to me, Miss Murphy?" Antheena's blue eyes hardened when she saw Veronica.

She had so graciously saved Veronica, but Veronica kidnapped her as a hostage in return. She should have killed Veronica when she had the chance.

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss Antheena." Veronica shook her head and smiled sweetly. "I shouldn't have treated you so, but you guys kidnapped Matthew, and I have to save him. But it's alright now since you've returned him, and we have handed you back in one piece."

As she spoke, she reached into her pocket and took something out. It was a square black velvet box the size of her palm.

"However, I have something I'd like to return to Xavier," she spoke as she stood before Thomas and faced Xavier, who was about 10 meters away.

"What is it?" Xavier got curious.

Antheena kept quiet and watched as the situation unfolded between Xavier and Veronica.

"After today, we probably will never have the chance to meet again. But, inside this box is the four-leaf clover necklace you gave me. Do you remember that? I want to return this to you personally." Xavier had given Veronica an expensive necklace she had worn for a long time. Later, he bid for the teardrop sapphire blue necklace during an auction. Only then did she remove the four-leaf clover necklace. She tried returning the necklace to him, but he did not take it with him.

"Necklace?" Antheena, who was deeply in love with Xavier, frowned as jealousy consumed her.

Xavier had not given her a necklace since they had been together.

He glanced at Veronica and then quickly swept his gaze at Troy and Matthew, who were being whisked away. His eyes twinkled as he answered, "There's no need to return it. I won't take back what I've given." "Why? Don't tell me you're scared. That's not like you." Veronica sighed. "Fine. I didn't think that you'd be cautious of me when I was trying to bid a proper goodbye. I'll throw it away since you don't want this." She looked down at the box, sighed again, and raised her arm to dump it into the trash can.

"Give it to me." Antheena suddenly insisted. "I'm very interested in that necklace."

She gestured her tied-up hands at Xavier as she said, "Untie me."

He furrowed his brows and glanced at Veronica again. Finally, he came to a decision as he told Antheena. "You wait here. I'll get it."

Women are so troublesome.

"Okay." She nodded obediently.

To love a person would make one invested in him, including his past. Antheena loved Xavier to her core. Even though she was the young mistress of the Black Ace Mob, she was deeply enraptured by his mature poise and fell head over heels with him.

Unfortunately, despite the public thinking that they were an item, Xavier had never promised her anything.

He took large strides and stopped before Veronica with his hands out. "Give it to here."

Sadness crept up Veronica's delicate cheeks as she looked down at the box in her hand. "After our goodbye today, I hope that you and Antheena can be happy."

"My matters are none of your business." Her blessing felt like a curse.

As he watched her up close, he could see the faint shadows of bruises and cuts on her face. Those were caused by him when he lost control of his emotions and hit her in the basement the other day. Then, suddenly, his heart started beating faster.

"Yes. You're right." Veronica dipped her head slightly. "I hope that we won't be contacting each other anymore after today."

Finally, she palmed the box and lightly rubbed her fingers against it as she passed it to him. Just when he reached out to grab the box, Veronica aimed a kick at his left leg.