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Chapter 1177 Roni, Do I Still Have a Chance?

Liam's interest in Veronica was purely based on her beauty so there was nothing to be afraid of, but the other three had completely different intentions towards her, which inadvertently put immense pressure on Matthew.

Therefore, he wished to reveal his identity as soon as possible.

Veronica understood Matthew's meaning even though he left his sentence unfinished, and she felt helpless because there was nothing she could do.

Next to Eleanor was Anthony, who vividly described the prosperity of Castron to Eleanor, which she found very interesting.

"I'm going to the restroom," Veronica said to Liam, who was staring at her and got up to leave.

She said she was going to the restroom, but she actually just wanted to get some fresh air on the hillside.

The night grew incredibly lovely and peaceful as she stood by herself on the hillside, feeling the brisk evening breeze and admiring the dancing fireflies and sparkling stars.

"Are you thinking about him?" A voice suddenly emerged from behind.

Veronica turned around and saw Xavier.

She shook her head and denied it.

And of course, when Xavier referred to "him," he meant the "deceased" Matthew. Veronica stood on the hillside, gazing into the distance at the bustling city lights, and she felt a pang of unease in her heart. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"You shouldn't have brought Antheena here."

There were issues both inside and outside the hidden clan, and danger could strike at any time.

Standing next to her, Xavier stared off into the distance with his hands in the pockets of his light grey jeans. He sighed and added, "If I don't come, who will protect you when he's not here?"

The words Xavier spoke warmed her from the inside out, despite the chilly evening breeze.

Veronica felt a twinge of guilt towards Xavier.

He hated Matthew to the bone. Would Xavier hate her if he knew Matthew was still alive?

"Xavier, would you hate me if I lied to you one day?"

Unable to hold it in any longer, she asked him what was on her mind.

"No, I wouldn't," Xavier answered firmly without hesitation.

"Why don't you ask me what I would lie to you about?"

"I trust you. Unless it's absolutely necessary, you wouldn't deceive me or bother with lies."

"Heh." Veronica cracked a bitter smile. "You trust me too much. Aren't you afraid that one day I might betray you?"

Sighing, he crossed his arms, cocked his head, and raised an eyebrow with a smile. "You're not that kind of person."

Veronica was at a loss for words as a sudden sourness filled her heart, feeling sorry for Xavier's obstinacy.

"Actually, Antheena is a very nice person. She loves you very much, and you should cherish her."

"You say she's nice, but she wants to kill you. What about you, then? Aren't you better and more deserving of being cherished?"

"You two are married."

"We can get a divorce."

Veronica replied, "That wouldn't be fair to her."

"I'll find a way to make up for what I owe her." A little irritated, Xavier pulled a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and took a puff.

The cigarette flickered erratically in the dark, its red glow glistening like a firefly.

"Roni, do I still have a chance?" Xavier confessed.

He didn't hold out for a response, though.

Instead, he chuckled self-deprecatingly, and continued, "I guess I'm not worthy of you. Even though you have two children and have been married before, you are the future leader of the hidden clan and have a wealthy family. As for me, I'm all alone, with nothing in my pockets."

The difference between the two was huge.

"Don't underestimate yourself. You're actually a good person." Veronica didn't want to hear Xavier belittle himself.

"You say I'm a good person, but do I still have a chance?"

"You…"

When Veronica turned to look at Xavier, she briefly caught sight of someone standing nearby.

She was able to make out the recognizable figure in the dim light. Even though the person didn't speak, she knew who it was.

Xavier also turned his head to look when he felt something odd.