Chapter 298 Discovering the Truth
Other than Yvonne and Conrad, no one appeared that night.
Veronica didn’t anticipate Matthew with bated breath, but when he didn’t appear, she felt a little empty.
Someone came to see her after she had been in the detention room for the whole morning. She raised her eyes to take a look and was surprised to see that the person standing at the door of the detention room… was Tiffany.
A few thugs couldn’t help but whisper when they saw Tiffany at the door.
“They look exactly the same.”
“They’re d*mn charming.”
“I remember seeing them on television.”
“How is that possible?”
“It’s true. The one standing outside is Miss Larson and the one in front of us appears to be the Larsons’ abandoned daughter.”
…
Hearing his words, the thug was punched by a few of his mates.
“You already know who she is. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“You almost had me killed.”
“If you do this again, I will lose my life.”
“Sh*t. It’s the Larsons. This is frightening.”
…
After whacking their mate, the thugs approached Veronica and apologized, “Goddess, we’re sorry for offending you yesterday.”
“Please, our heroine, spare your life. My name is Kenzo Gayu. Please let me know if you require anything else in the future. I will do anything to fulfill your request.”
“Yes, yes. My name is Spades, like the spades in Poker. Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything.”
Veronica kept a sharp gaze on them all night; they were all a little sleepy, but they dared not speak.
She found the flattery both amusing and irritating. “Go away,” she said coldly to the few people in front of her.
As she said this, she stood up and walked to the detention room’s iron fence. She looked at Tiffany, who still wore her delicate makeup while standing outside. She was dignified and elegant, an illustration of the attitude of a wealthy lady.
“What’s the matter?” Veronica leaned against the wall with arms crossed and asked indifferently.
“I warned you yesterday to be more careful,” Tiffany, who was carrying a bag, answered with a small smile.
“Was that done by you or someone you knew at the wedding yesterday?”
“Neither.” Tiffany shook her head. “It was just my guess.”
“A speculation? Why don’t you guess the number of the lottery draw tomorrow, Miss Larson, so that I can place a few bets and win the jackpot?”
Veronica knew Tiffany’s words were false, so she refused to believe them.
Moreover, the fact that Tiffany had appeared inexplicably downstairs at her apartment that day made her suspicious. There were numerous inklings.
“I can only say you’re out of luck.”
“What do you mean?” Veronica questioned.
“Jackson’s wife, Emma, is Damien Mayer’s sweetheart. He was pursuing Emma, but she didn’t like him because he wasn’t as wealthy as Jackson, so she dumped Damien. As a result, Damien has always been vengeful and he exacts his vengeance at her wedding.” Tiffany thought for a long time before telling Veronica what she knew.
Veronica frowned slightly as she heard this because she doubted her words.
Conrad should have figured it out long ago if things were as simple as Tiffany claimed.
However, just as Veronica was thinking about this, she noticed Yvonne and Conrad approaching them.
“Hey, Roni. Everything is fine now and you can leave.” Yvonne dashed over with a smile. When she saw Tiffany standing beside Veronica, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you here?”
Yvonne looked at Veronica as she questioned, as if waiting for her response.
Veronica, on the other hand, had no idea why Tiffany came to her every now and then, so she could only shrug helplessly.
Conrad and Tiffany exchanged different expressions when they saw each other.
“Mr. Conrad.”
She kept her distance from him in public and even changed the way she addressed him on purpose.
“Little Roni, thanks to Miss Larson’s assistance in providing information on this matter today, I was able to investigate and discover the truth so quickly,” Conrad told Veronica. “The suspect has been arrested, and you are free to go now.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the police arrived, opened the detention room door, and motioned for Veronica to exit.
She walked out with them and came face to face with someone.
The man’s eyes were fixed on her, but she didn’t recognize him.
“He is Damien Mayer,” Tiffany, who was standing next to her, said.
“Why is it that the Dames don’t care about him even though he’s Ruka’s uncle?” Veronica’s gaze returned to the scrawny, sunken-eyed man who had been apprehended by cops and appeared to be high on drugs.
“Since he’s unpresentable and not up to par, the Dames have severed ties with him,” Conrad responded.
“Alright, Roni. Let’s head home quickly since you’re fine. It’s unlucky to stay in this type of place for an extended period of time.”
After going through a series of formalities in the lobby with several people, Veronica finally left the police station.
Tiffany approached Veronica at the police station’s entrance and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to follow me back?”
She was talking about the birthday event today.
To be honest, this was the first time Veronica had realized when she was born. Her adoptive mother had previously used the date of her adoption as her birthday, so she was unaware of her actual birth date.
“It’s not necessary,” Veronica responded coldly before getting into Conrad’s car.
Conrad waved goodbye to Tiffany before driving away.
Yvonne, who was seated next to Veronica, chatted non-stop along the way while Veronica was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn’t listen to what Yvonne said.
“Uncle Conrad, please drop me off at Encounters Bridal Store,” Veronica said.
“Little Roni, I suggest you head back and rest for a few days.” Conrad looked back through the rearview mirror to take a peek at her.
She immediately understood what he meant by his implicative words.
“Yeah, you haven’t had a good rest, so let’s head home and take a bath to wash away the bad luck,” Yvonne concurred.
“Okay, take me back to the apartment then,” Veronica commented after having most likely figured out what was going on.
Then, she gave him the address for her apartment. After arriving at the apartment, she declined Conrad’s and Yvonne’s company, saying she would thank them later because she was tired and wanted to go home and sleep.
After that, they said their goodbyes and drove away.
Veronica came home, washed her face, stood in front of the mirror, and reapplied her makeup before changing into a neutral jumpsuit and a peaked cap.
In the mirror, she was greeted by the reflection wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a mustache. It was just like how a man would dress up.
