Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Aside from him, Antheena and Hendrey were having a hard time reading her mind as well. To them,

she was merely a country bumpkin. Even if she came from a distinguished family, she had not seen the

real world yet. However, her nonchalant demeanor gave them a surprise.

“Argh!” Before long, a jarring scream resounded from the walkie-talkie. “It hurts. It hurts… I-I don’t

know. I really don’t know.”

“Still tight-lipped about it, huh? You guys continue then.” Antheena set the walkie-talkie on the chair

next to her before smiling at Veronica. “I’m feeling lucky today, so let’s continue with the card game.”

She had decided to play mind games to see how long Veronica could put up with it.

“Luck is only a booster. Skills come before that,” Veronica added.

The four players proceeded with the card game while Troy’s incessant screaming resounded, making

one shudder in fear.

Once she lifted her head, Veronica could clearly see how he was tortured in the interrogation room.

Hence, whenever she looked up, she would only look at Antheena. She would not let her eyes stray

toward the gruesome scene behind Antheena even for a second.

Right then, an epiphany struck her.

Why are they bothered with Matthew and my relationship? The moment they caught Troy, they should

probably figure out that I was the one who sent out the message. Yet, Antheena keeps asking for the

reason why we broke up. And it’s unlikely to be out of pure curiosity as the three of them wouldn’t just

spend their time here playing card games to pass time.

The more she thought about it, the weirder it seemed. She had a hunch that there was a bigger secret

related to her.

As the card game continued, so did the torture.

“Young Mistress, he fainted.” The walkie-talkie resounded.

Antheena placed a ‘Seven of Hearts’ on the table before talking over the gadget, “Then, wake him up.”

Thus, they played from morning until noon. Since she could not pry anything out of Troy, she threw

away her cards as frustration bubbled in her. Slamming the table, she jumped to her feet in a fit of rage.

“Motherf*cker. Let’s see how far he can go.”

With a scowl on her darkened face, she turned around and marched into the interrogation room.

Meanwhile, Xavier took a glance at Hendrey before looking at Veronica. “Not going to say ‘hello’ to your

old friend?”

Old friend?

It only took her a while to figure out who he meant. He was referring to Troy.

“It doesn’t really count as friends if we’ve only met for a few times now, does it? If it does, what about

you and Hendrey then?” She retorted coldly, and she bypassed him to enter the room.

Hendrey’s downcast eyes remained placid as the two men followed suit. As soon as they stepped into

the room, Veronica could detect a strong metallic smell mixed with a repulsive odor lingering in the air.

She reckoned that Troy had probably pissed himself after going through so many cruel punishments.

As she walked closer to him, she finally understood what it truly meant to be all battered and bruised.

Although he was not stunningly handsome, he was undeniably attractive and talented in the usual

days.

However, right now, every part of his body was covered in injuries. His face was full of cuts and

bloodstains, and his eyes were swollen to the point that he could not even open them anymore.

It was her first time seeing such a tragic scene, and she had no words to describe how she felt about

the sight at the moment.

Antheena crossed her arms and kicked at the bodyguard. “Useless fool. Why can’t you get an answer

from him?”

The bodyguard fell onto the ground from the kick, but soon got up to his feet again. “Forgive me, Young

Mistress. He’s very stubborn. Maybe we can go for the extreme.”

“As long as you could get words out of his mouth, then I don’t care about what method you used.”

“Yes, Young Mistress.” He nodded vigorously and left.

It pained Veronica very much to see Troy in such a sorry state. Suddenly, Antheena encircled her arm

around Veronica’s neck. “You’ve known Matthew for so long. Are all the people around him that

useless?”

Veronica slowly turned her head sideways and smiled at Antheena. “It has barely been two years. How

would I know that? You’re putting me in a tough spot, Antheena.”

“You don’t know either? Tsk tsk tsk… That’s a shame. Today, it is Troy who gets the punishment, but

Matthew will be up for it tomorrow.” Antheena divulged the information on purpose.

Veronica then asked, “Speaking of him, I’ve been wondering about something. Did Matthew offend you

in any way? Why are you treating him like this?”

She could not think of any reason, but if she had to come up with one, she reckoned it had to do with

Xavier.

And as Veronica had expected, Antheena snorted coldly. “He deserves to be dead for hurting the

person of my love.”

What a lame excuse. If he deserves to die, she doesn’t have to take things this far. She can just kill him

in one-go!

“But he should bear the responsibilities for his deeds alone. So, there’s no need to drag someone

innocent into this, right?”

“Innocent? If Matthew is the mastermind, then his right-hand man is the accomplice. So, he should go

to hell as well.”

“That makes sense. Since they deserve to be dead, just kill them then. Why did you force me to come

here?”

Veronica noticed Antheena was agitated, so she seized the chance to pry further. She thought she

could obtain more information, but Antheena kept quiet for a while.

Antheena tapped lightly on Veronica’s shoulder as she said, “Well, I need to have someone to clean

after the mess when they’re dead, right? I can’t have them dirty my place, after all.”