Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

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Chapter 1061 Uninvited Guest

Veronica looked at Matthew and said, "He is your friend, isn't he? Since he's here, let's invite him in for

a while."

She pondered, realizing that Matthew was still alive and had come to find him at the earliest

opportunity. He must be a close friend, or a friend that I made in youth.

"No need."

Matthew said coldly, "Tell him to leave."

He uttered a command to the servant without ever meeting their gaze. His refusal brimmed with

unwavering determination and there was a hint of resistance.

"Alright, Mr. Kings."

The servant nodded and turned to walk out of the dining room.

Tony and Daniella refrained from probing further into the matter. After all, it was Matthew's personal

affair and they didn't want to interject or inquire further.

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"Let's have our meal then." Veronica smiled and addressed her foster parents.

Matthew immediately chimed in. "Well, let's have our meal."

As he spoke, Tony duly picked up his fork and began to eat.

However, they had only taken a few bites when the servant hurriedly entered the room. "Mr. Kings, Mr.

Flavian instructed me to deliver this to you."

Flavian likely knew that Matthew would not meet with him, so he had the servant deliver something of

utmost importance.

"What is it?"

Noticing Matthew's dark and silent demeanor, Veronica broke the silence and asked.

The servant stepped forward, intending to hand over the item in their hands to Veronica, but Matthew

swiftly intercepted it, rising to his feet. "I'll be gone for a while," he said.

After speaking, he turned around and left the dining room.

His expression was particularly grim, and after his departure, Tony anxiously inquired, "Roni, is there

something wrong with Matthew? Shouldn't you go out and check on him?"

Having accompanied Matthew for a long time, Veronica rarely witnessed him losing his composure

over a particular matter. Yet, strangely enough, the appearance of this person named Flavian today

instantly deteriorated his state of mind, even erasing his former calmness.

She knew that that person must have a great deal of influence.

"It's alright, Dad. Let's just eat." Veronica served her foster parents some dishes, smiling as she said.

"You've come all this way, so please eat more. Matt personally cooked these dishes for you. I don't

know if you'll like them."

Daniella felt deeply gratified, looking at the bountiful spread of delicious food on the table, nodded, and

sighed. "My Roni has good taste and found a good match. I think Matthew is not bad either. You must

hold on tightly to him."

"Haha." Veronica couldn't help but laugh at her mother's words. "He is the father of my child, my

husband; how else should I hold on to him? Should I put him in my pocket?"

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"Hahaha... That's true. What are you thinking about, my dear?" Tony chuckled cheerfully while talking

to Daniella.

At that moment, the atmosphere became relaxed and lively, as if everyone had forgotten about the

unpleasant scene just moments ago.

Meanwhile, Matthew drove his car and arrived outside the villa.

Flavian Kings, sitting in his car, saw him honking and followed his car out of the villa.

After driving for about five or six minutes, they eventually stopped under a big tree.

Matthew stepped out of his sedan, leaning against the car door, a cigarette held between his fingers.

He silently smoked, his brows furrowed with a restless and agitated mood.

Soon after, Flavian's car came to a halt.

He got out of the back seat and walked towards Matthew.

Due to Old Mrs. Kings and Old Mr. Kings marrying early, Flavian was born when they were just

nineteen years old, and Flavian and his wife also had Matthew at the same age. As a result, Flavian

appeared quite young, but his hair had started to turn white.

Perhaps it was the strong genes of the Kings family, for even at fifty years old, one could still discern

from Flavian's weathered face the remnants of his former handsomeness, along with an air of

dominance and cold ruthlessness.

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