Peering outside the window, Crayson let out a lamented sigh. It had not been one month since they returned to the hidden clan, but his and Veronica’s relationship had shifted from having disagreements to completely breaking apart with no chance of going back, especially with the matter of Matthew and Shirley’s injury. All of those were triggers that doomed their relationship.
He was heartbroken, but he was even more helpless. The responsibility he shouldered prevented him from dwelling on relationships and being indecisive. For the thousands of people living in hardships, he had to overthrow Tanya because only that way could he bring light back to the lives of those suffering.
In addition, he knew Veronica would no longer be at his mercy and control, especially after Matthew’s injury. If she found out the truth about the poisonous needle on the watch, she would most probably choose to stand on the enemy’s side. All of those things weighed down on Crayson, pressuring him as seconds passed.
On the other hand, Veronica’s car was getting closer to the west zone, but at that moment, about a dozen vehicles suddenly appeared in the road in front and blocked her way. It was a mountain route, so it was a one-way road, and now that the path was blocked, she could only descend the car and negotiate.
Lazlo went down with her, while nearly a hundred people alighted from the cars opposite them and blocked the two. The person in the lead was Rory Finnegan, one of the men in the living room Veronica met on the morning of the first day she was brought back to the hidden clan.
“Miss Murphy, we have received orders from Master Waylen to bring you back.” Rory was nearly forty and wore a black hidden clan traditional robe. Along with his tanned skin and robust muscles, he looked like a tough and – handsome man. Looking coldly at him, she taunted, “You want to bring me back with you? Sure, unless I die here.”
Since she had a translating device, she could understand Rory’s words, but the others needed. Lazlo to translate what she said. After he did, Rory placed both hands on his hips and scoffed lightly. ‘Do you think you can pass through me and my group of brothers?”
They had nearly a hundred people, but Veronica only had over thirty men with her, twenty of whom were Crayson’s men. When Rory appeared, those twenty people immediately turned sides and pointed their weapons at her. “Miss Murphy, please follow us back!
The frowning woman tilted her head to look at Lazlo and Rory. “Two choices-either I die, or you let me pass!” As she spoke, she pulled a dagger behind her and placed it beside her neck. “Let me pass.”
When Rory saw her action, he raised his hand, wanting her to put the dagger down, but he was also afraid he would expose his weakness and let her take advantage of it. So, he turned around and called Hayley.
“You must ensure her safety. If you have no choice, use the tranquilizer,” answered Hayley. Giving her anesthesia was the best option. After she got off the phone, she looked at Crayson worriedly. “Once Veronica meets Matthew, she will find out what we did. By then, she will never be under our control again. If she’s tranquilized, I think…”
Though she had not finished her sentence, Crayson already knew what she was planning and replied, “Now that things have come to this, that’s our only solution.” He let out a long sigh before heading to the couch and sat down, exclaiming, “I watched that young woman growing up, but now, we’ve fallen out. When I saw the way she looked at me with hatred, my heart shattered.”
