“Prince Liam is right. Veronica, come and sit here, Hendrey said to Veronica with his usual gentleness. Xavier looked at Veronica, his eyebrows furrowed, and glanced at Antheena beside him, but he didn’t say anything.
On the other hand, Tiffany cast a resentful glance at Veronica and then glared at Hendrey with anger before shamelessly sitting down next to Liam, who was in the main seat.
The lawn was lit with bonfires, and seven or eight rectangular low tables were placed around the bonfires. Each table had two votive candle stands, and there were delicious food and wine on the tables, all of which were pleasing to the eye, nose, and palate.
“She is my honored guest, so naturally she should sit next to me.” Liam snarled at Hendrey before telling Veronica, “Miss Murphy, please sit here.”
Victoria wished to reject both Hendrey and Liam, lest she face an extremely jealous certain someone later that night, which would be disastrous. “Come and sit here, I won’t eat you.” Liam didn’t give Veronica a chance to argue at all. He pulled her hand and sat her in the main seat.
At that moment, Veronica felt a chill down her spine. She released his hand quickly because she was worried that if she waited even a split second, Matthew would be choking Liam.
“I can walk by myself,” she said with an awkward smile. Then, Liam snapped his fingers, and a band came over to play. A group of beautiful women in hidden clan costumes came forward to dance. It was a joyful and festive scene, complete with songs and dancing.
“Here, let’s drink.” Liam held up his wine glass and clinked glasses with everyone. He smiled at Veronica and said, “This is the best wine of our hidden; clan. It’s really good. Try it.”
“Thank you,” Veronica politely replied. Tiffany couldn’t help but feel envious as she observed Veronica and Liam exchanging glances. She sarcastically said, “You’re so mentally strong, Veronica. You’ve only recently lost your husband, and already you’re getting so close to other men. Aren’t you concerned that he won’t be able to rest in peace?”
The smile on Veronica’s face disappeared when she heard that. She paused slightly with the glass in her hand and slowly raised the wine glass to her lips in front of everyone. The orange glow from the bonfire fell on her face, making her features even more charming, and there was not a hint of anger to be seen.
But at this moment, after Veronica put down the wine glass, she picked up a fork from the table and swiftly shot it toward Tiffany. The fork cut right through her hand that was holding the glass.
Snap!
“Ah!” The wine glass fell with a thud on the wooden table, splashing wine onto Tiffany’s skirt. Along with it, her pierced palm bled, staining her skirt red.
“You’re right about one thing-he won’t be able to rest in peace. That’s because you’re not dead yet!” Veronica’s face darkened, and her gaze grew menacing.
The dancing girls who witnessed everything were scared and ran away. Except for Tiffany’s continued screams, the music stopped playing abruptly, and the area suddenly went silent.
Hendrey’s main responsibility was to protect Tiffany. When he saw her injured, he immediately got up and walked over, frowning and questioning Veronica, “What have you done?”
“Heh.” Veronica sneered, “What have I done? Can’t you see? I said that I would kill her sooner or later. You shouldn’t have let her appear in front of me if you wanted to protect her!”
Veronica had put up with Tiffany for a very long time even though Matthew wasn’t actually dead. If it weren’t for Tiffany’s repeated provocations, Veronica had originally planned to let bygones be bygones and tolerate her existence.
