Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Hence, Veronica knew for a fact that the reason behind the change in his attitude toward her was

because she would be leaving Bloomstead soon—which meant that he wouldn‘t be able to use her as

one of his many pawns anymore.

Naturally, Matthew didn‘t see the need to spare another glance at someone who had no value

whatsoever to him.

Cruel and calculative was the nature of businessmen after all.

It was her mistake for being too naive.

Multiple thoughts ran through her head before she mockingly laughed at herself. While shaking her head,

she took a deep breath and decided to make her way back into the club.

Now that she was standing in front of the counter, she took a proper look at the bill, only to spot a series

of ridiculous–looking numbers that were waiting for her to pay up.

1,023,991.22! How could it be so expensive?!

No wonder Matthew is such a wealthy man. He probably earned it all from scamming the patrons of his

club, Veronica glumly thought while passing her credit card to the cashier with trembling hands.

The cashier reached out to take the card, only to meet Veronica‘s resistance as she tightly held onto her

card.

Veronica meekly peeked at the woman standing behind the counter, and in a low voice, she pleaded,

“Pretty lady, can‘t you give me a discount for old time‘s sake? Do it for your ex–colleague, hmm?”

Veronica used to work at Twilight Club prior to this, which was why the other employees knew her even

though she had ‘changed‘ her face.

Even if they didn‘t know her personally, most of them knew about her and had at least gossiped about

her once.

“Big Ron,” the woman apologetically called out with a professional smile on her face. “I‘m really sorry, but

those are the rules. I can‘t give you a discount. Why don‘t you let go so that I can proceed with the

payment?”

She attempted to take the card from Veronica again, but it still remained glued to Veronica‘s fingers.

Veronica gave it another thought before eventually deciding that there was no point in holding on.

Despite the pain she was feeling in her chest, she sighed and surrendered. “Fine. I‘ll get Mr. Crawford to

pay. I ain‘t got a penny on me.”

She then thrusted the card back into her pocket before walking back to the private room she and Xavier

had spent their time in.

As she stepped into the room, she was greeted by the sight of the top hostess, whom she had hired to

entertain Xavier, singing at the top of her lungs, while two hosts were playing a drinking game on their

own. Xavier, on the other hand, was dead to the world from all the alcohol he had drunk.

Veronica could feel the corner of her lips twitch as she looked at the four of them having the time of their

life.

She then lowered her head and stared at the card in her hand. Preparing for the incoming hurt from

spending a huge amount of money, she turned and went to the cashier. “Just swipe my card. Do it fast

before I start regretting this,” she urged after

loudly slapping her card on the table.

“Alright. Please hold on.” The cashier swiftly swiped the card at the card swipe machine, and after letting

Veronica key her password in, it only took less than a minute for the payment to go through.

Reality finally sank in when the cashier handed her the receipt of the payment. The pain from seeing the

total amount of over 1 million was so real she could cry.

After keeping the receipt, she returned to the private room. Then, using her phone to hire a designated

driver, she supported Xavier up all the way to his car. By the time they had reached his car, the driver

was already there.

“Good evening. May I know where you are heading to?” the driver asked.

Only then did she realize that she had no clue where Xavier was staying, but still she instructed, “A hotel.

Get me to the nearest hotel.”

In response, the driver threw a side glance at Twilight Club and asked, “Isn‘t this place both a hotel and a

club?”

“Just go. Find somewhere cheap for me. It would be best if you can find a place that charges around 50

a night. I can‘t afford to stay at Twilight Club,” she sulked while waving her hand. The pain from spending

1 million in just one night was still fresh in her mind.

“Ah, alright. I know a place that you can spend the night in for only 50 dollars.”

“That‘s great. Let‘s head there now,” she urged.

“Alright,” the driver replied briefly and began to drive.

They soon arrived at an old and worn–out hotel in the outskirts of town. After verifying with the

receptionist, the room was confirmed to only cost 50 dollars a night.

After the driver and Veronica both brought Xavier up to a room and placed him in the bed, Veronica

made her way out of the hotel with the driver.

“Do you need me to bring you back into the city?” the driver asked as soon as they stepped out of the

hotel.

Instead of answering the question, Veronica tossed a question back at him. “It is not my car. Where am I

supposed to bring the car to?”

“Alright. If that is the case, I will be charging you for the one–way trip we made,” he reminded.

“How much is it?”

“That will be 65 dollars,” the driver told her after checking.

“What?!” Veronica stood there agape with disbelief, “65? Why is it so expensive?”

Due to the fact that she didn‘t own a car, and neither had she ever required the service of a designated

driver, she was completely clueless about the fees of hiring a designated driver!

Since what‘s done was done, she could only take this as a lesson to get a taxi instead of a designated

driver next time. In that way, the situation would turn out way cheaper than the current.

“Yup,” the driver replied. “That is the standard fee the company charges.”

Hearing his reply, Veronica heaved heavily, “Alright, alright.” She couldn‘t possibly refuse to pay after

using his service. So, with a heavy heart, she paid the 65 that was owed to the driver. –

But that was not the end of it.

She still had to find a way to go back to her own place. Even though she was unwilling to go through

another heartache, she eventually grabbed a taxi back to Twilight Condominium–which cost her around

30 dollars.