Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband Chapter 14


    Chapter 14


    Other than the Larsons, Veronica couldn’t think of anyone else who would willingly save a murderer.


    But who would have imagined that the driver they rescued would end up silenced and dead? Veronica


    should have already known that silencing a potential witness would be the best choice possible,


    considering the Larsons’ poisonous tendencies. Now, she was done for. Not only had she lost herst


    lead, but the Larsons were also made aware of her investigation into the murderer. If the Larsons were


    to find out that Veronica already knew the truth, would she be the next one to die? This sudden piece of


    news made her heart pound madly, unable to calm down. Despite everythinging her way, all she


    could do was quietly put up with it. She certainly could not allow her adoptive parents to know. After her


    three-day break was up, Veronica returned to work. In order to not alert the Larsons, the only other


    thing Veronica did other than work was visit her adoptive mother in the hospital. She did her best not to


    show up in front of the Larsons. At the same time, she stuck closely to her “doctor’s orders”—for the


    next month, she was not allowed to consume any alcohol, and she was to get sufficient rest.


    Meanwhile, she secretly spent a huge sum of money to find another private detective agency to


    discreetly look into her adoptive parents’ car ident. Just like that, a month slipped by. Veronica took


    some time out of her schedule to go to the hospital for a “checkup.” The results showed that she was in


    good health. After Veronica left the hospital, Matthew received a call from the hospital. “Young Master


    Matthews, Miss Murphy has already undergone an ultrasound. The fetus is over two months-old and is


    developing well.” “Didn’t she show signs of a miscarriage? She’s been delivering takeout every day


    recently; won’t it have an effect on her?” Matthew asked. “Miss Murphy was raised in a farming vige.


    She is fit; she isn’t as frail as the average expecting mother.” “Got it.” He had initially thought that


    Veronica’s daily traveling would affect the baby growing in her belly, but to his surprise, it was the


    opposite of what he thought. As night fell, people began to congregate at the Twilight Club. All these


    young men and women, rendered exhausted by the tedium and monotony at work, indulged


    themselves with alcohol under the neon lights. They danced and writhed on the dance floor, or slumped


    at the counter of the bar, passed out in a dead sleep. Veronica couldn’t stop herself from wondering


    about the what-ifs at this sight: if the Larsons hadn’t deliberately hurt her adoptive parents, she would


    most likely have gone back to her hometown and opened a bar with the money she had. Or maybe she


    would open a grocery store and live a quiet and simple life. Sometime past ten when Veronica skulked


    in a corner for a moment of quiet, her walkie-talkie buzzed to life. “Come in, Big Ron. Head to the


    men’s washroom, quick.” “The men’s washroom? Cut it out. Why should I go there when I’m a


    woman?” Veronica answered through her walkie-talkie in disgruntlement. “Ohe on, Big Ron, just


    come over. Young Master Xavier was the one who asked for you. Gave your name and all that. Rx,


    there’s no one here in the men’s washroom,” Cody said, knowing about Veronica’s concerns. “Xavier


    again! Fine, I’ll be there in a moment.” With that, Veronica hung her walkie-talkie back at her hip and


    headed straight for the public washrooms. The security guards promptly greeted her when she


    approached the men’s washroom. “Please hurry inside. Young Master Xavier is slumped by the toilet


    bowl and won’t get up.” “He asked for you specifically.” “Hehe, Big Ron, you’re going to have to hold on


    tight to him. Maybe this is your chance to climb up the totem pole after being a wage ve.” Veronica


    kicked Cody after hearing the guards tease her. “Who are you calling a wage ve?” “Oof, me and my


    big mouth.” Cody grinned in embarrassment. “You’re going to go ces.” “Quit your yapping. You all


    should do your job. Management is going to whinge about you guys cking off if they see you.” She


    waved a hand, gesturing for her colleagues to go patrol the club. The door to the first stall was open


    when Veronica stepped inside the men’s washroom. She turned her head to see Xavier sitting on the


    toilet bowl, puking his guts up into the bin. Xavier Crawford, the second son of the Crawford Family in


    Bloomstead. He might be a dashing man, but he was a useless loser, infamous for his love for the


    hedonistic and his amorous ways. Just the mention of his name alone was enough to make him a


    laughingstock. As for how Veronica knew him? It would be more apt to say it was through an


    “altercation.” Not long after Veronica started working at Twilight Club, she ran into Xavier, who had


    been terrorizing Cody. She hadn’t been able to stomach the sight, so she immediately grabbed a bottle


    off the table and smashed it, shattering its bottom. Then, she aimed the broken bottle with its jagged


    edges at Xavier and said to him like a madwoman, “Cody here is one of mine. Why don’t you tryying


    another finger on him?” However, Xavier pointed at a bottle on the table. “If you can down that bottle of


    vodka in one go, I’ll let him go.” Veronica could hold her liquor well from all the years she spent drinking


    with her adoptive father, so she gulped down the vodka with no trouble. Ever since then, the guards


    looked at her in a new light; even Xavier as well. He would frequently drag her over for drinking


    contests, and that was how they ended up bing friends after a few rounds. The guards found her


    actions bold and gutsy, and they were deeply taken by this. Thus, they all began calling her Big Ron.


    “Urk…” Xavier began to throw up again. Veronica was disgusted. With a hand mped over her nose,


    she tapped him on his shoulder with her electric baton. “Hey, if you’re so drunk that you’re puking, then


    get your butt back home. Isn’t it disgusting to sit inside a toilet?” Upon hearing Veronica’s voice, Xavier


    pulled out a wad of tissue and wiped his mouth. A smile bloomed on his handsome, boyish face as he


    stretched out an arm at her. “Help me up.” “I’m worried that I’ll end up dirtying my hands if I do that.”


    She waved her electric baton, a look of repulsion on her face. “Grab this.” Xavier obediently pulled


    himself up with the baton and walked over to the sink. After rinsing out his mouth, he sshed some


    water on his face. Veronica leaned against a wall with her arms folded over her chest as she watched


    him. “So, which fairdy ditched you this time? Just look at you.” Xavier nted his hands by the sides


    of the sink. As he stared at his disheveled self in the mirror, he suddenly gave augh and turned to


    look at Veronica. “Does everyone think I’m a loser?” That smile of his was filled with bitterness and


    helplessness. Veronica was unused to his sudden seriousness. She yanked some tissues from the


    dispenser and handed them to him. “If you’re not drunk, then beat it! Uh… hey, Xavier, what are you


    doing?” Xavier grabbed Veronica by her arms and pressed her against the wall before she could finish.


    “Roni, do you know that you’re the only one who treats me differently even after all this time?” He was


    heavily drunk. The stench of alcohol clung to him, making Veronica very much ufortable. “Roni,


    date me, will you?” Veronica was unamused. Shepletely disregarded Xavier’s drunken joke.


    Instead, she answered him with a re. “Have you forgotten yourself because I haven’t given you a


    shiner in a while?” “You… You… Just look at how ugly you are. I don’t think you look half-bad. Why


    don’t you just date me?” “Xavier, are you still drunk out of your mind? Do you want me to sober you


    up?” Veronica couldn’t stop herself from rebuking him. “Ahem…” Right at that moment, a series of


    coughs could be heard from the entrance of the washroom. Both Xavier and Veronica turned their


    heads to look at the source of the coughing. At the sight, however, Veronica unconsciously went rigid.


    Her eyes widened slightly. Matthew? Why him? Why is he here? The next moment, though, she


    remembered that she no longer “had” Matthew’s baby in her belly. She was no longer tied to him, so


    she resumed her apathetic demeanor. “Oh hey, what a coincidence. Here to use the washroom too?”


    Xavier kept a hand on the wall while he shoved his other hand into the pocket. He turned his head to


    look at Matthew and greet him. The Twilight Club was part of Matthew’s assets. Although he usually


    lived in the suite on the upper floors, he rarely came down to check the club unless it was to see his


    fellowpany partners. But he never expected to find this woman hanging out with this useless dreck


    during the one time he came down to check on the club.


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