Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 1297

Skillful Although Matthew Kings’ recent performance had disappointed Veronica Murphy a little, she knew very well who was more important.

After she finished speaking, Antheena sat on the lap of the handsome foreign man with blond hair and blue eyes, showing no intention of speaking. The man held a toothpick and offered a piece of fruit to Antheena, saying, “Baby, calm down.” They conversed in Chinese. Veronica Murphy stood alone on the side, feeling awkward and unnecessary. After a moment of silence, she asked, “What do I need to do for you to release him?” She pleaded in a low and submissive voice. She, who had always been confident and composed in front of others, was willing to humble herself for Matthew Kings.

The man had protected her for over two years, risking his life and fortune, just to ensure her worry-free life. Love is a two-way street, and love always feels the need to take action.

“I, Antheena, want to kill someone. It all depends on my mood,” Antheena leaned back on the sofa, with the male model on her left squatting beside her, massaging her legs, perfectly portraying the humility of a “male servant”.

Antheena closed her eyes and enjoyed it, pursing her lips without saying a word, lazily tilting her head back. “Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?” In her heart, Veronica Murphy was not qualified enough to negotiate with her. If it weren’t for Xavier Crawford’s special place in her heart, Antheena probably wouldn’t even bother to look at Veronica Murphy.

“Yes.” Veronica Murphy didn’t deny it. “I indeed have no qualifications to negotiate with you.” She had come here today with no way out. Of course, she also wanted to see Antheena’s attitude. If she was willing to negotiate with her, that would be great.

If not, she would have to come up with another plan.

Veronica Murphy never expected to witness such a shocking scene when she came to find Antheena today. Looking at the two male models beside her, she felt some sympathy for Xavier Crawford and worried about the child in Antheena’s belly.

“You have a little self-awareness,” Antheena coldly snorted, casting a disdainful glance at Veronica Murphy, her eyes full of contempt. In this world, no one could be her opponent.

“Every debt has its debtor. If you hate me, come after me, don’t harm others,” Veronica Murphy was in a passive position, and every word she said sounded weak and feeble.

Antheena leaned on the leg of the blond-haired, blue-eyed male model on her right, raised her hand to play with her newly done nails, and said leisurely, “That depends on Miss Ben’s mood.” As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something and raised her hand to support herself, sitting up on the sofa.

Her sharp gaze scanned Veronica Murphy up and down, and then she smiled.

“You really want me to spare Matthew Kings? Well, I suppose it’s not impossible. However…” With just a glance, Veronica Murphy seemed to sense the other’s intentions.

“Speak,” Veronica Murphy said calmly. Antheena looked at the fruit knife on the table, leaned down to pick it up, pressed the button of the spring-loaded blade, and with a swift motion, the razor-sharp blade sprung out, glinting under the living room lights.

She scraped her long fingernail against the blade, then raised her hand and threw the fruit knife directly at Veronica Murphy.

The knife flew towards Veronica Murphy’s face, but she quickly dodged to the side, and with a loud thud, the dagger embedded itself deeply into the nearby liquor cabinet.

“Not bad reflexes,” Antheena nodded slightly, smiling. Her tone carried a mix of admiration and a hint of mockery. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“But I just can’t seem to witness your wit, beauty, and impressive skills. What should we do about that?” Antheena sighed, tilting her head to look at the blond, blue-eyed male model. “Quinn, what do you think would be a good memento to leave behind with that knife?”