Chapter 772 Killing Tiffany
“Prince Liam is right. Please sit, Veronica.” Hendrey treated Veronica as gently as ever.
Xavier looked at her, his dark brows furrowed. Then, he glanced at Antheena beside him but kept his mouth shut. On the other hand, Tiffany glared at Veronica and Hendrey resentfully and then casually took a seat next to Liam.
A bonfire was lit on the lawn, and seven to eight low rectangular tables were placed around it with two futon cushions beside each table. The table had a full spread of delicious food with a few bottles of fine wines.
“She’s my honored guest, so it’s only proper that she sits next to me.” Liam rebuffed Hendrey and politely said to Veronica, “Miss Veronica, this way, please.”
“I—” Veronica wanted to refuse Hendrey’s and Liam’s offers because she knew that the moment she accepted, someone would learn about this and immediately turn into a raging and jealous little monster.
“Come on. Just sit here. It’s not like I’m going to eat you.” Liam didn’t allow her to decline as he tugged her hand over to sit on the main seat.
That instant Liam’s hand was on her, Veronica immediately felt a chill down her spine and instinctively shook off his hand, fearing Matthew would rush over and threaten Liam with a sword.
“I can walk by myself.” She smiled awkwardly.
Then, Liam snapped his fingers, and a band started playing a tune. When the merry song began, a group of beautiful women dressed in Hidden Clan costumes came forward to dance along. The atmosphere turned harmonious and peaceful as the music and song resonated across the venue, and the dancers performed wonderfully.
“Come, have a drink.” He raised his glass in mid-air and clinked glasses with the others in mid-air. With that done, he turned to Veronica with a bright grin and urged, “This is the best wine from our clan. It’s amazing. You should give it a taste.”
“Thanks,” Veronica answered politely.
Tiffany was jealous as she watched their interaction. So, she gritted her teeth and sneered, “Veronica, it’s truly amazing that you could be in such a good mood. Your husband died not long ago, yet here you are, mingling with another man so intimately. Aren’t you worried that he won’t be able to rest in peace?”
The smile on Veronica’s face froze upon hearing her words, and her hand that was holding the wine glass trembled slightly. Still, she slowly lifted the glass and polished off her drink elegantly under the crowd’s gaze. The orange glow of the bonfire illuminated her face, softening her delicate facial features. No one could even see a trace of irritation after Tiffany’s provocation.
Yet, she placed the wine glass down firmly, picked up a fork on the table, and suddenly threw it like it was a dagger without even looking away from her glass. In a blink of an eye, the fork flew straight toward Tiffany and pierced through her palm, which was holding her own glass of wine.
Splash!
“Argh!” The wine glass fell with a crash as Tiffany promptly flung it away on the wooden table. The wine splashed on the hem of her skirt, and along with it was the blood that spilled out of her injured palm, which stained her skirt red.
“You’re right about one thing. He won’t rest in peace because you’re not dead yet!” Veronica’s expression turned sullen, and her gaze promised death.
When the performers witnessed such a scene, they shrieked in horror and quickly fled. The band also came to a screeching halt. The surroundings fell silent, which made Tiffany’s scream shriller across the venue.
Hendrey’s primary responsibility was to protect Tiffany. So, when he saw that she was injured, he jerked to his feet, dashed over, and demanded sourly, “What are you doing?”
“Hah!” Veronica huffed scornfully. “What am I doing? Can’t you see? I told you, I’ll kill her sooner or later. Since your job is to protect her, you should have known better than to allow her to scurry around me!”
Even though she knew Matthew was alive, she had put up with Tiffany for far too long. She wasn’t a saint, but she would have tolerated Tiffany’s presence. Alas, that moron repeatedly tried her patience. She knew Tiffany was foolish, but sometimes it made her wonder just how this idiot had survived to adulthood.
