Chapter 165


    “No matter. Speak your mind.” Xavier had never thought of Melissa as a stranger.


    “Understood. I‘ve already investigated the incident you asked me to. Tiffany was indeed the one behind l


    ast night‘s car ident,” said the man in the suit.


    Melissa stiffened. “What car ident?”


    “What else could it be? Of course it was an ident meant to involve Roni.” Xavier‘s expression chilled.


    “Is Tiffany taunting her because Roni doesn‘t have anyone to back her up? Go teach Tiffany a lesson.”


    “Yes, Mr. Crawford.” The man in the suit dipped his head before leaving.


    The gears in Melissa‘s head whirred quickly. She eyed the man thoughtfully before turning to face Xavier


    and smile. “You can continue working. Something just came up, so I need to leave.”


    “Go ahead. I still have work to do anyway.” Xavier waved at her and pointed at the present on


    his desk. “Thanks for this.”


    “Ohe on, Xavier, why the politeness?” Melissa giggled before leaving the office with rushed steps.


    When Melissa reached the elevator, she saw the


    man who had just left. She raised an eyebrow. “By the way, my brother told me to tell you this: he said th


    at the baby Tiffany‘s pregnant with is an eyesore. You got that?”


    The man stiffened for a


    moment. He understood what Tiffany meant. “All right, understood. Please inform Mr. Crawford on my be


    half that it will be done.”


    Melissa pressed her lips into a smile, and she nodded. “My brother‘s counting on


    you.”


    That baby was indeed an obstacle. If Tiffany wasn‘t pregnant, Matthew might not marry her anymore. Mel


    issa would then actually have a chance if she wanted to pursue him.


    Melissa naively assumed that if she got revenge on Tiffany, Veronica would be happy when she saw Tiffa


    ny‘s downfall. Who wouldn‘t be delighted to see someone get major payback for a huge grudge?


    Meanwhile, Veronica woke up after sleeping the entire night at the inn. Alier brustung her teeth and gettin


    g herself ready, she packed her things and prepared to head to the train station. When she was checking


    out in the lobby, her phone rang. Slie pulled out her phone to see that it was a call from Xavier,


    Veronica‘s brows furrowed. After a moment of hesitation, she answered the call. “You‘re not thinking of s


    ending me to the train station, are you? Since you‘re calling me at this hour,” she teased. Veronica initiall


    y wanted to quietly leave Bloomstead without anyone sending her off. Unfortunately for her, she had forg


    otten to keep the exact time a secret when she told Xavier when the train would arrive.


    “I‘m outside your home. Come on out. I can send you to the station,” Xavier said over the phone.


    Veronica was moved when she heard his gentle voice. Deep down, she knew about his kindness.


    “Oh, right, I forgot to tell you that my train ride got rescheduled. I went to my friend‘s ce at thest min


    ute for an errand; I‘ll only be leaving tomorrow.”


    Veronica typically disliked partings with others. She always felt that they were sad, so she didn‘t want Xa


    vier to send her to the train station.


    “Rescheduled? Why didn‘t you tell me?”


    “What‘s the big deal about rescheduling? Go home. I‘m busy right now. I‘ll call you backter.” With that,


    she hung up, ruining Xavier‘s chance to talk to her. After she checked out, she hailed a taxi and


    made straight for the train station.


    Meanwhile, Tiffany‘s face was swollen fromst night‘s beating. Bruises could be seen on her face.


    As a talented woman with peerless beauty, Tiffany ced her looks far above everything. When she wok


    e up and looked in the mirror to find her face swollen with cuts running across it, she was so startled that


    she promptly left the manor and rushed to the hospital. On her way there, however, a few vans suddenly


    cut in front of her, blocking her way.


    Tiffany lurched forward from the back seat when the car braked suddenly to avoid the vans. Instantly, pai


    n rushed through her nose. She angrily rubbed


    it. “Are you guys blind? Don‘t you know that I‘m pregnant with Matthew‘s child? Can you even shoulder t


    he responsibility if anything happens to the baby?”


    Tittany might be saying this for appearance‘s sake, but she did indeed care about the baby in her belly. S


    he was worried that something would happen to the baby.


    “Miss Larson, these… these people here… do not seem to have any good intentions.” The chauffeur had


    seen his fair share of people in his day. He could tell with just a nce that these men had an ulterior m


    otive.


    .


    And their target seemed to be… Tiffany.


    Now that the chauffeur had voiced his thoughts, Tiffany was terrified out of her wits. She nervously eyed t


    he men walking over to her from outside.


    Knock, knock, knock. The man at the head of the pack walked over to the side of the car and began to tap


    at the car window. Not only did Tiffany keep the window rolled up, but she also immediately locked the car


    “Go! Go on! Leave this ce!” She


    reached out to smack the chauffeur‘s shoulder, unable to stop herself from raising her voice.


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    The chauffeur checked the situation through his mirror. He shook his head and sighed. “There‘s no way o


    so that he can save you.”


    Having just been reminded of Matthew, Tiffany nodded in realization. “Y–


    Yes, that’s right! There‘s still Matthew. I should call him… yeah…” As she mumbled to herself, she pulled o


    Beep, beep–


    The phone beeped after she dialed his number. Before she got through to Matthew though, the window s


    Tiffany was furious. “What are you doing? Why did you break my phone? Do you know who I am? I am M


    Matthew was currently her only shield. She only hoped that he would descend from the sky and appear by


    her side, just like how he had saved Veronica that time.


    “You‘re Matthew‘s girlfriend? Then we got the right one; we were looking for you.” The man outside the ca


    them toe over. “Take her away.”


    What do you intend to do? Let mydy go, or I‘ll call the police!” The chauffeur was supposed to drive Tiffa


    “Shut your trap, you old coot!” The bald man was burly and ripped, having tanned skin. His features were


    blood. He walked over to the driver‘s seat. There was a loud crash as he hurled a punch at the window. Th


    to try and unlock the door.


    But the chauffeur clung tightly to the man‘s arm. “No, you cannot take Miss Larson away. Mr. Larson will a


    The chauffeur hadn‘t finished speaking yet when the muscr man grabbed hold of the chauffeur‘s head


    that, the chauffeur was out cold.