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heard him express such dejected sighs. For a moment there, she somehow felt that he had aged

significantly. Her identity had come as a huge shock to her; though she was able to maintain her

composure on the surface, the inner turmoil she faced lingered on persistently and she could not seem

to calm down.

“Hand the phone to her,” Crayson mentioned to Destiny.

“You’re on loudspeaker, so you can just continue speaking.”

Destiny glanced at Veronica and felt that this girl was scaringly calm. She’s indeed learned the best

from Master Crayson. She’s not frantic even when faced with an urgent situation and this is a trait that

she is exemplary in compared to everyone else.

“Veronica, just go ahead with whatever you wish to do, and don’t be afraid because we’ll be here to

support you.”

After Crayson’s brief pause, Veronica assumed that he was about to come up with some touching

words for her. Unexpectedly though, it was just a simple sentence.

However, his words were powerful enough to make her feel much at ease after hearing it. After all,

there was nothing more settling than having a strong support system.

“I get it. We’re not about to say goodbye to each other for good, so why are you being so sentimental?

That’s all. Bye.”

Veronica did not like the solemn and sentimental atmosphere, so she replied impatiently and hung up

the phone.

She tilted her head and looked out of the window without a word.

Meanwhile, Destiny asked, “I can tell that Master Crayson dotes on you very much. All of us know how

strict he can be, so are you the only one he treats so tenderly?”

“How is that possible? He could never be associated with the word tender.”

Veronica shook her head. “I used to stay with him and I was subjected to hardcore training every other

day. If I didn’t do well, I would be punished physically. He’s a monster!”

“Pfft…” Destiny burst into laughter at Veronica’s antics.

The atmosphere in the car gradually loosened up as the two of them bantered back and forth with each

other.

Finally, they arrived back at Destiny’s place and Veronica was assigned the guest room to take a short

rest.

She gave Thomas a call while she rested and asked, “How are things on your side?”

“I’ve succeeded in capturing Antheena and I’ve also contacted her father to get him to release the

hostages. They mentioned that they would only agree to release one of them.” Through the phone,

Thomas’ dejected voice was quite evident.

Veronica had seen Troy’s horrible state for her own eyes, so she naturally did not dare to reveal the

truth to Thomas as she was worried that her revelation would trigger him to make some irrational

decisions.

“Antheena’s very precious to her father, so he will definitely release Matthew and your brother, but it

won’t be easy to achieve though.”

She considered the situation for a moment before adding, “You’ve abducted his daughter, so he won’t

let you guys get away with this so easily. When will you be meeting him? Send me the time and

location.”

“Sure, Miss Murphy,” Thomas responded.

Just as she was about to hang up, he suddenly asked, “Miss Murphy, did you get to see my brother

and Young Master Matthew? How were they doing?”

“They’re…” She hesitated. “They’re not in a great condition, so you must bring more men with you to

the meeting point later on.” With that, she hung up the phone on Thomas as she was afraid that he

would ask more questions.

Subsequently, Veronica sat on the couch in the guest room and calmly analyzed the situation.

Crayson had mentioned that she was a descendant of the hidden clan and would have to eventually

return to the clan. This also inherently meant that she would face a lot more complicated matters while

she was there. That was also why Matthew had broken up with her on the surface; he was actually

secretly building up an influence to pave a smoother path for her in the future. Based on this, they

abducted him and coerced her to go to the castle before interrogating Troy in the underground cellar,

likely because they suspected that Matthew’s breakup with her was just a farce. If it was indeed a farce

and Matthew was in love with her, then it was an indication that they were on the same team—also

known as the enemies of the Black Ace Mob.

Be it Tiffany or Crayson, clearly, the mastermind behind all this was a patient man with foresight. This

was a plot that ran over twenty years, so the amount of effort behind all this was immense. Veronica

suddenly understood why those people did not harm her life despite going after her repeatedly. It must

have been because of her identity as the descendant of the hidden clan and she could be useful to

them. At that thought, she could not help but let out a gasp.

In the underground cellar, Troy had been forced to reveal the truth, which had evoked the murderous

intent of Xavier and the gang. As such, after finding out the truth, they were intent on getting rid of

Matthew just to get rid of the potential obstacles they might face in the future.

“Thank goodness. Gosh.” Veronica anxiously fidgeted. It was fortunate that she had told Thomas the

truth when he asked her for Antheena’s location. Otherwise, Matthew would very likely be in mortal

danger if they did not have Antheena as a hostage.

However, Matthew was way more intelligent than most people, so how could he possibly be abducted

so easily? To her deduction, she found the situation to not be as simple as it seemed…

…

Meanwhile at the Blenheim Pier, after Thomas contacted the leader of the Black Ace Mob, he arranged

for Xavier to shuttle Troy and Matthew over for the exchange of hostages. It was 4.30AM and the moon

was covered by clouds with barely any stars in the sky. There were more than ten cars that slowly

drove into the spacious area close to the pier before they formed two lines and parked the cars

perpendicularly.

Xavier alighted from the car and a gang of well-built men appeared by his side. Each of them had

hulking figures and they were clearly henchmen used to fighting.

He glanced at Thomas, who had just gotten out of the car across, and instantly questioned, “Where’s

Antheena?”

“She’s in the car. Where’s Young Master Matthew?”

Both of them walked to the middle of the spacious field and they stood less than six feet apart as they

glanced at each other with arrogant and cold looks on their faces respectively.

“Hand over Antheena and you’ll get to see Matthew and your brother.” Xavier reached out to flick up his

suit.

As he did that, Thomas went into defensive mode and shifted a hand to his lower back.

At that sight, Xavier could not help snorting in laughter. “Why are you so jittery? I’m just going to puff a

cigarette.” Subsequently, he fished out a packet of cigarettes and put one between his lips before

lighting it to puff on it. His relaxed and nonchalant attitude heightened Thomas’ anxiety levels.

After all, Thomas was the one who had executed all the things that Matthew did to Xavier. As one of

the people involved in the past, Thomas felt quite perplexed to see Xavier in Castron and being

involved with Antheena. He found that Xavier indeed was not one to be taken lightly.

“Stop stalling! Once you hand over Young Master Matthew and my brother, I’ll instantly hand over

Antheena to you in one piece.”