Chapter 694 Greetings, Young Lord
That way, Crayson could shake off Matthew, who was a burden to him. It was because Matthew and Veronica’s relationship would make her linger on Bloomstead, which would be a drawback to her once she took over the position as the leader of the hidden clan.
Matthew was not an easy opponent and he might be a threat considering his own power. Hence, Crayson had racked his brain and thought of separating the both of them.
It was no wonder that Crayson was opposed to their relationship. However, Veronica insisted on staying together with Matthew, and he had no choice but to agree on it.
Thinking about it, everyone was wreathed in smiles on their wedding day, except for Crayson, who had a long face.
In fact, he already had plans to eliminate Matthew so as to cut the ties between her and Bloomstead.
After that, as Destiny had mentioned, they would bring Veronica’s kids over here once she secured her position in the clan. Of course, her adoptive parents—Tony and Daniella—would be here too when the time comes.
They were too old and too young to protest anyway, hence they were seen as a pawn in chess.
What a fabulous plan that is.
“Thomas is an outsider. He cannot come and these are the rules. I’m worried that you might oppose it, so I added some drugs. No matter how I put it, it’s because this old man is afraid of you. You’re stubborn, and it won’t do anything good when we get into a fight.”
Veronica snorted and smiled sarcastically. His ‘reasonable’ explanation truly impressed her.
Crayson and Destiny’s conversation kept ringing in her ears. At that moment, the way Veronica looked at him was completely unfamiliar.
Perchance, it was her first time seeing his true colors. Thus, her innocence and ignorance were to blame for.
It is because of one thing—my foolishness!
It was not an exaggeration to say that she was a fool. Fortunately, Matthew was still alive and she did not have to live under the shadows of self-reproach.
Then, she rose to her feet and stretched her body. She turned around and left the room without sparing a look at Crayson.
Opening the door, she stood at the corridor to survey the area at which both sides of it were rooms. The luxurious, white ship comprised four levels and a deck.
She loitered around, going to every floor to observe every nook and cranny while calculating the number of people onboard. There were twenty-eight people in total, including the crew members and captain.
Some of them owned the particular features of the locals in Castron—blonde hair, blue eyes, and well-defined face. Meanwhile, the others looked similar to the people in Bloomstead.
Veronica could still remember the content written in the ‘Secret Affair of the Hidden Clan’, the book she and Matthew found in the underground chamber. According to the book, the hidden clan was a part of Hayberry in the Destorians’ map.
Wars were prevalent everywhere a century ago. Thus, the hidden clan escaped in order to seek refuge from war. In the end, they found and resided in a utopia-like place from then until today.
Therefore, their looks were no different from the Destorians. The only difference was the height—they were taller compared to the Destorians.
“Young Lord.”
“Greetings, Young Lord.”
“Young Lord.”
…
Every single time Veronica passed by them, they would greet her as the young lord respectfully. The unfamiliar addressment made her feel exotic and out of place. Of course, she could feel the sarcasm more than anything.
“Veronica, you must be starving. Would you like to have something to eat?” asked Destiny, who walked to her side.
Veronica glanced at her coldly. “I have no appetite.”
She then looked back before heading toward the deck.
At that moment, Destiny handed over a coat. “The wind is strong. You should wear this. The temperature dips during the night and it’ll be chilly out there.”
