Chapter 382 Veronica’s Identity Is Suspected
The pill disintegrated instantly in the water. It vanished in an instant after being dropped into the glass. Tiffany emerged from the bathroom a short time later, wrapped in a bathrobe.
“What are you looking at?” she inquired, noticing Hendrey laying on the bed and scrolling through his phone. “I’m just reading some news.”
Without even raising his head, he pointed to the glass of water on the table and said, “I poured you a glass of warm water. Drink it. It is beneficial to your body to drink some warm water after sexual activities.”
His soft, warm voice was soothing to the ears. But what attracted Tiffany was his words. Even though it was a minor issue, details revealed a person’s personality. Hendrey was really a nice guy, she thought.
“You’re so nice, Hendrey.” She then walked over to the table, grabbed the glass and sipped the water.
When Hendrey noticed she had set the glass down, he tilted his head and said, “Finish it. In the future, drink a cup of warm water or milk before going to bed. It improves your sleep and is beneficial to your health.”
“Sure. I’ll listen to you.”
She clutched the glass tightly, her gaze fixed on the water in it, and she felt sentimental.
Previously, Tiffany had assumed that she would be unable to find someone who would treat her sincerely since she had been humiliated before. But now, she met Hendrey.
Though Tiffany knew that Hendrey loved her because she resembled Veronica, it didn’t bother her.
As long as he was happy, that was sufficient for Tiffany.
On one hand, she wanted to have her revenge but on the other, she had to make plans for her future as well.
Without thinking much, she took the glass and gulped the water down.
Then, she put it down and laid on the bed.
She rested her head on her arms. Tiffany smiled at Hendrey in front of her, but her mind seemed to wander.
After a while, she noticed her eyelids becoming heavier, and she fell asleep without realizing it.
Hendrey noticed that she had not been moving and called out, “Tiffany? Tiffany!”
That went on for a few times. He then extended his hand to pat her on the face to make sure she was truly asleep before taking the injection solution from the drawer beside him and injecting it into her arm.
Retracting the needle, he flipped her around and removed the blanket, waiting for the red phoenix sign to appear on her back.
However, he waited for an hour and nothing happened.
“Why is this so?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
Is there anything wrong with the solution?
But that’s impossible!
He shook his head in disbelief. While staring at Tiffany, a frightening thought came to his mind.
That was…
Was Veronica the one his boss was looking for, rather than Tiffany?
Veronica?!
He gasped when he thought of that. Chills went down his spine and he was so shocked that he didn’t react for a while.
Then, he decided to do something.
He stood up. After leaving the bedroom, Hendrey called his mysterious boss in Castron. “Boss, I am sorry. I accidentally leaked the solution. Can you provide me with another?”
“It’s volume is quite large. Even if there’s only one-fifth of it left, the person injected with it will still react to it.”
“Okay. I understand.”
Hendrey did not say anything further and ended the call immediately.
With his phone in his hand, he stood by the bedroom door and looked at Tiffany who was laying on the bed, unsure of what to do next.
He worked so hard to get close to her in order to complete his boss’ mission.
But now, he discovered that Tiffany wasn’t the one that his boss was looking for.
What should he do next?
Meanwhile, at Dragon’s Creek Villa, Floch gave Crayson, who was in the countryside, a call.
And the phone in Crayson’s house rang.
The phone was only used for emergency purposes. No one would have called unless it was absolutely necessary.
A sleeping Crayson was startled awake. He rushed to the table, opened the drawer, and answered the phone. “What happened?”
“Crayson, something terrible happened. I have just been informed that people from Castron secretly arranged for someone to bring a solution to Bloomstead. The solution, once injected, would reveal the mark on the Young Lord’s back. But…”
Floch said it hesitatingly, and his nervousness was obvious.
“But what?” Crayson was anxious as well, and he felt chills run down his spine.
“According to my investigation, the person who was sent here is most likely… Hendrey.”
“Hendrey?”
Crayson blinked. His hand, which was clutching his phone, tightened even more, and his heart sank.
“Hendrey is dating Tiffany now. She is not back yet at this hour. According to my informant, both of them are staying in a hotel now.”
Floch told Crayson everything he had found out.
“How stupid!”
Crayson was furious upon hearing that.
Now that things had progressed to this point, it was very likely that Veronica’s identity had been found out.
Whereas Floch came up with a simple yet effective idea. “Should I send someone over to get rid of Hendrey now? I’ve already asked Rachel to pick Tiffany up, but I don’t know whether she’ll be in time to stop what Hendrey wants to do.”
“Just go.”
Crayson did not say much and straightforwardly agreed to Floch’s idea.
Meanwhile at the hotel, Hendrey had just hung up the call when someone knocked on the door.
“Who’s there?” he walked over to the door and asked.
“Mr. Johnson, I’m Tiffany’s mother.” Rachel, who was standing near the door, identified herself.
When Hendrey heard that, his eyes narrowed and lowered, as if he was thinking about something.
When Tiffany did not return home after spending the entire night with him previously, the Larsons did not have any reaction.
Why are they acting differently this time?
Unless…
Hendrey had a terrifying thought in his head.
Perhaps the Larsons had discovered the plan of his boss in Castron and probably, they had also discovered his identity and motive.
If this were true, he would be in a dangerous situation right now.
Many possibilities raced through his mind in such a short period of time. At the same time, he opened the door and looked at Rachel, who was standing in front of him, and greeted her politely. “What brings you here, Mrs. Larson?”
Rachel was dressed in a low-profiled manner, wearing a black dress with a belt and a hat that covered half of her face.
She looked calmly at him and asked, “Where’s Tiffany?”
Hendrey then lowered his head and saw the bathrobe he was wearing. Pretending to be awkward, he responded, “I am sorry, Mrs. Larson, to have met you in such a manner. Tiffany is sleeping now. Perhaps tomorrow…”
“You’re Hendrey, the person that Tiffany mentioned to me recently, right?”
“Yes, I am Hendrey,” he admitted truthfully. I intended to pay you a visit a few days later, but… I apologize, Mrs. Larson.”
“Well, it’s not for me to interrupt you, young people. But Tiffany is still young, and as her mother, I am concerned. Wake her up now and ask her to return with me.”
Though Rachel sounded calm, her attitude was not something easily resisted against.
Hendrey realized that resisting was pointless as well. Hence, he nodded. “Mrs. Larson, that isn’t necessary. Wait for me outside for a few minutes, and I’ll leave once I’ve changed my clothes.”
Right after his words, Hendrey closed the door and dashed to the bedroom.
