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He tried to struggle, but he was no match for the guards who eventually pacified him and reduced him

into a defeated heap.

Grunting, he then spat out menacingly, “Kill me if you’ve got the guts, Matthew! Come on, do it!”

Presently, he was pinned in the most embarrassing position against the chair. One of the bodyguards

held Xavier’s hands firmly on his back and held his head in place by grabbing a fistful of his hair. One

of his legs was broken, so he could not retaliate even if he wanted to. He suffered in silence while the

guards had their way.

Having never witnessed something like this before, Melissa started crying and whimpering as she lay

on the ground like a pile of trash. Her legs were untied and now that the other guards had turned to

target Xavier, she was left alone. She scooted into an upright position and used her knees to pull the

rag out of her mouth. Now that she could speak again, she shrieked miserably, “Why are you doing this

to him, Matthew? Let him go! Please, you can’t do this to him!”

She tried to crawl over to Xavier, but just as she was about to throw herself over him to shield him, one

of the guards kicked her to the side.

“Ow!” she yelled as she fell backward. When she hit the ground, the impact seemed to have rattled her

brains and her whole body ached.

“Your sibling bond is the stuff of fairytales,” Matthew drawled sarcastically with an insidious smirk,

though there was hatred and contempt in his eyes.

He never considered himself a nice person and he had already let the Crawford siblings off the hook for

Veronica’s sake. Since they had not appreciated his mercy then, they could only reap what they sowed

now.

“It would be unkind of me to deprive these siblings the chance to show how much they care for one

another,” Matthew added icily with a humorless smile. Then, he rose to his feet and gave Troy a

pointed look.

“Yes, sir,” Troy said with a nod while a chill ran down his spine when he felt the air around Matthew

grow cold. As harsh as the punishments were, he had to agree that Xavier, Melissa and Tiffany all got

what they deserved.

The trio were admittedly birds of the same feather; they all resorted to underhanded and ruthless ways

to get what they wanted and they were used to plotting against others as well as scheming. It was only

too bad that they picked on the wrong person this time!

Matthew walked away and ignored the torrent of abuse and howls of agony which echoed after him.

Xavier and Melissa should have known that things would not end well for them and no one could be

blamed for their lack of better judgment.

Tiffany, on the other hand, could not die just yet. If she did, then no one would go to Africa with the

Crawford siblings.

That afternoon, Centian Group officially went out of business. Hendric tried to look for Xavier and

Melissa, but when he could not find them, he decided to rally the other family members and left

Bloomstead.

The company might not have cash or capital, but Hendric had been in the business world long enough

to know how important it was to save up for a rainy day. He knew that his life would be a mess if the

company crumbled and the debt collectors started calling round the house to demand payment with

interest, so he packed up and left the city with his savings.

Matthew did not say anything upon hearing this and decided that he would not go after Hendric

anymore.

The next day, Matthew was with Veronica when he got a call from Troy, who cut to the chase and

stated, “The Crawford siblings are on their way to Africa right now.”

The siblings had lasted torture from yesterday afternoon all the way until this morning, which to a

certain extent was impressive, given the number of people who were there to dole out their

punishments and the amount of time it would have taken for the deed to be done. It was tough, but

Matthew knew Xavier and Melissa would not die; indeed, their deaths were never part of his plan to

begin with.

“Got it,” Matthew answered.

…

Three months later, Veronica finally recovered from her broken arm, which had been grievously injured.

During the time of her recovery, she stayed at Twilight Condominium where Matthew took gentle, loving

care of her and they were clearly crazy about each other.

Yvonne had been staying with Veronica at first, but eventually she got sick of seeing Veronica and

Matthew acting all lovesick and moved back to her own place out of frustration.

As for her baby, Yvonne had made up her mind to keep it and she was already six months into her

pregnancy. Veronica thought she was being rather stupid to insist on giving birth to the child, but at the

same time, she could not help admiring her for her strong sense of responsibility. It took a lot of

courage to prioritize an innocent baby and bring them into the world, even if it would be at the expense

of one’s long-term happiness.

Early one morning, rustling sounds and soft panting filled the bedroom. Veronica was starting to get

used to Matthew’s certain morning activity.

When the deed was done, she lay in his arms and wrapped a slender arm around his waist, then

closed her eyes as she caught her breath.

Matthew pinched her nose lovingly and said, “You know how the doctor said you’ve recovered

completely when we went for the appointment yesterday? Does that mean we can get our marriage

certificate tomorrow?”

“No!” Veronica turned him down flatly.

He looked grim as he gently pinched her cheek with his right hand and asked warningly, “What did you

just say?”

She opened her eyes and smiled coyly. “I said, I don’t want to go and get the marriage certificate with

you.”

“Why? Are you regretting your decision?”

“A little,” she said playfully as she moved to ease herself onto the bed, then drew circles on his chest

lazily. “I just figured that there’s some good sense in not having a marriage certificate between us, you

know? If I was to put our marriage on record, then I wouldn’t be able to seduce the other gorgeous men

out there. I don’t think I want to tie myself down to one guy for the rest of my life, not yet, anyway.”

When he heard this, Matthew slid his arm around her waist and flipped her so that he was on top of

her. He growled, “Say that again.” He was sufficiently provoked.

Trying to keep herself from laughing, Veronica feigned seriousness and said, “I’ve been with you for

three months now and I’m getting bored.”

“Rosalie. Murphy!” Matthew bit out. “You’re just asking for trouble.” He gave her a hard slap on her

bottom, then leaned down as though he was going to show her who was in charge.

However, when she saw that he was falling for her lies, she laughed and said, “I was only kidding,

grumpy-pants.” She reached under the pillow with one hand while wrapping her free arm around his

neck. “Here you go!” she sang as she proffered a folder. “I’ve already got my official paperwork sorted

out yesterday. Now, we’re all set to get our marriage certificate today!”

Matthew narrowed his eyes at the plot twist, then said, “Too late.”