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absurd.”

“Miss Murphy, it may be very dangerous to rescue Young Master Matthew. Are you sure you want

to do this?” Thomas was concerned about the conspiracy.

“Do I look like I fear death?” she inquired with a cold face. Though Thomas admired her calmness

and ruthlessness…

However…

“You and Young Master Matthew are no longer together. I won’t make you do anything that you

don’t want to,” he added.

Veronica might have appeared calm on the outside, but her heart was racing because she was

worried about Matthew. Her patience was nearly gone after listening to Thomas’ ramble. “Are you

done talking? Just hurry up. Which car should I bring?”

She returned her gaze to the three sedans parked on the side of the road, unsure which one to

take to begin her journey. However, she did not receive a response to her question for quite some

time.

When Veronica turned around, she saw Thomas standing motionless as if he had suspicions of

her. After all, the couple had just split up and her eagerness to help was questionable. “Are you a

moron? Matt and I—”

Only then did she realize she had addressed Matthew too intimately.

Then, she quickly changed her words. “Despite my breakup with Matthew, he’s someone who has

saved my life and Old Mrs. Kings values him very much. I also will not ignore the fact that he is my

nominal brother.”

For some reason, Thomas was persuaded by her.

“Let’s take this car.” He pointed at a silver-gray sedan in the first row. Veronica then went straight

to the passenger seat while he took the lead in getting into the driver’s seat before heading to the

destination.

“Young Master Matthew is taken to an old hideout, but you are only permitted to go there by

yourself. I’m terrified that there will be a trap. Miss Murphy, please reconsider it.”

Regardless of Veronica’s decision to save Matthew or not, Thomas could understand both sides of

her reasoning. Frowning slightly, she leaned against the passenger seat and looked ahead while

deep in thoughts.

Eventually, she asked, “Did Matthew offend anyone in Castron?”

“Young Master Matthew is a business mogul, so there will always be lurking enemies.”

“No, that is not correct.” Veronica analyzed, “If it is a business rival, they wouldn’t dare to kidnap

him and they wouldn’t be aware of my relationship with Matthew either. It feels more like… an

acquaintance’s trick.” “An acquaintance?”

Thomas gave her words a thought, filtered through those who had previously met with Matthew,

and shook his head. “There’s no one suspicious.”

“Thomas, please assist me in preparing something.”

“What is it?”

…

The silver-gray sedan arrived outside the castle thirty minutes later.

The European-style castle, which was illuminated by bright lights, was reminiscent of Disney’s

dream castle while exuding a noble atmosphere.

The car came to a halt outside the entrance as the guards instructed them to step out of the

vehicle. “It was your people who asked us to come here,” Thomas explained.

“You! Leave!” A Black man stood guard at the door and growled at Thomas. He was wearing a

beret and a camouflage uniform with a rifle hanging around his neck.

“You, come in,” he said, pointing at Veronica.

“No way. We can’t let her in alone.”

The black man was wearing an invisible microphone and appeared to be listening to the person on

the other end of the line, so he ruthlessly instructed them, “Drive him out.”

“Miss Murphy?” Thomas’ heart was racing.

However, Veronica walked through the castle arch without looking back. At that moment, a woman

approached, pointed to the security entrance, and asked Veronica to pass through there.

She did not object and walked right in with the guards. Upon entrance, she found herself in a

magnificent castle with line lights installed around the castle’s edges and corners. The bright

yellow lights accentuated the castle’s outline, making it even more dreamlike as if one was

entering a majestic palace.

Avoiding the main chamber area, the guards led Veronica to the side chamber.

After a series of security bodychecks, another guard led Veronica into the hall.

Astounded by the castle’s exterior decoration, she sighed deeply when she saw the lavish interior

decoration.

However, her mind was not present as she was more concerned about Matthew.

When she noticed that the hall was empty, she tilted her head to look at the person beside her and

asked, “Where’s your master?”

Veronica spoke French to him because he was concerned that the guard did not speak English.

“Please sit,” the guard replied unexpectedly in English.

With that, he exited and shut the heavy relief door after speaking.

Veronica stood in the hall frowning as she was unsure what the guard meant. She then simply

turned around and walked over to the couch to take a seat.

After a long wait, there was no one in sight either.

Veronica was bored and pulled out her phone, only to find that the signal here had been blocked,

rendering her out of range for communication.

With nothing else to do, she put her phone away and leaned against the couch while Matthew’s

rescue plan started to form in her head.

The clock was ticking and twenty minutes had passed. She had no idea how long it had taken until

the door finally opened.

Clack, clack, clack…

It was the sound of high heels clicking against the floor.

Veronica turned around to see a beautiful woman with dreadlocks walk in. She was tall and dark-

skinned, with blue dreadlocks tied in a high ponytail while dressed in an army green vest,

camouflage pants, and a pair of Doc Martens.

The simple outfit accentuated her curves and made the muscles on her arms visible, making her

appear to be a trainer at first glance. Despite the inconspicuous scar on her face, her femme fatale

beauty and aura were undeniable.

Veronica rifled through her archives of faces, but she could not recall ever seeing this woman

before.

“Hello, my name is Veronica. Did you request to see me?” she asked politely as she rose to her

feet.

The woman put her hands in the pockets of her camouflage pants and stood upright to look at

Veronica with a dominant aura.

Even Veronica, who was experienced in life, felt oppressed by the woman before her.

“Ha, so you’re Veronica. Tsk, you’re quite pretty, I guess. No wonder Sebastian was captivated by

you.”