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Conrad afterward, he was not there, so she had no choice but to ask him to send his ID number to her.

Once she copied the ID number and edited the message, she sent it to her right-hand man, before she

took a weak step and flopped down on a bench in the hallway limply.

All this time, she had been obsessing over whether or not Conrad actually had cancer, but she had

neglected the insurance policy contracts she had seen in his office. If those contracts were fake, the

truth would be clear.

Veronica was annoyed by Yvonne’s questioning earlier, but once she thought of the things that

Matthew said, she gathered her emotions and sat beside her to patiently calm her down. “It doesn’t

matter if you believe me or not, but you should believe the doctor’s words. Also, the truth can’t be

hidden for long. As long as you want to find out Conrad’s true nature, there are many ways for you to

do so.”

“I need some space.”

Yvonne leaned against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, falling silent.

Around ten minutes later, her phone rang, causing her to jolt violently before picking up. “How did it

go?”

She couldn’t wait to know the result.

“President Spencer, I’ve looked into every insurance company, and Conrad hasn’t bought any

insurance from any of them. However, he has a car insurance from Fedola Insurance.”

“Just a car insurance?”

“Yes.”

After hearing the words of confirmation from the other end of the call, Yvonne closed her eyes in

despair, while the phone in her hand slid and smashed onto the ground, its screen turning black from

the fall.

She propped her elbows on her knees and buried her face into her hands, crying bitterly and loudly as

if she were a child.

At the sight, Veronica felt pained and raised her hand to pat her shoulder, silently soothing her.

Meanwhile, she let out a sigh with a face full of worry.

Yvonne could not accept the mere knowledge that Conrad had lied to her. If she knew that Conrad had

done all those despicable and shameless things, would she go crazy? At that thought, Veronica was

even more reluctant to tell Yvonne the truth.

Slap!

Just as Veronica was in deep thought, Yvonne suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself, followed

by yet another slap on her face. “I’m so stupid! I’m so stupid! I’m so stupid…”

She kept repeating those words while slapping her own face.

Veronica hurriedly grabbed her hands and stopped her. “Are you crazy? Conrad lied to you because he

is a scheming b*stard, and you just didn’t know that. Now that you know the truth, it’s not too late to pull

yourself away.”

She was afraid that Yvonne would take it to heart, but upon witnessing her beating herself up, Veronica

was even more worried.

Yvonne tilted her head and allowed her hair to fall messily over her face, laughing through her tears as

she asked, “Do you think I’m stupid? That I’m ridiculous?”

“Yvonne, I don’t think you’re stupid. You’re just too naive. In other words, you love him too much.”

“Haha, what a tactful way of saying it. Isn’t being naive the same as being an idiot?”

Yvonne shook off Veronica’s hand and stumbled to the elevator, where she pressed on the button and

headed downstairs. When she left the hospital, she walked aimlessly as if she were a walking corpse.

Veronica was still worried about her, afraid that something might happen to her, so she kept trailing

behind her.

After walking for an hour or two, Yvonne went to a nightclub in the end. It was already six in the

evening, and the nightclub had just opened. She ordered a drink and sat at the bar counter, drinking,

while Veronica sat aside and watched her without saying anything, silently protecting her. During a time

like this, she knew that Yvonne would only want some time to herself.

As the time grew late, the nightclub became more and more crowded. From time to time, a few guys

came to strike up a conversation with Yvonne, but she did not even spare them a glance.

Finally, a fat man went up to speak to her, but when he didn’t get a response, he cursed, “Why are you

still acting high and mighty at a place like a nightclub? Tch.”

Splash!

Suddenly, Yvonne threw a glass of spirits at the fat man in the suit and glared at him, cursing, “F*ck off.

You’re calling me high and mighty just because I ignored you? The way you can’t control your weight

shows how capable you are.”

Saying that, she gave him a kick.

Yvonne’s voice was so loud that Veronica, who was sitting at the side, could hear it clearly. She

couldn’t help but be surprised as she rarely heard Yvonne cursing. After all, Yvonne was from a wealthy

family, and would not be as ‘foul-mouthed’ as she was. From the looks of it, she must’ve been so

emotional because she was hurt by Conrad, and the fat man’s words had hit her sore spot, causing her

to blow up.

However, Yvonne could barely land a punch, so how would she be the fat man’s opponent?

The man stumbled from her kick and immediately smashed his glass to the ground before he stepped

forward and grabbed Yvonne’s hair. “Damn it, how dare you shout at me? Do you have a death wish?”

The fat man raised his hand and was about to slap Yvonne in the face when his wrist was grabbed by

someone else.

“Psst!” Veronica whistled at him seductively. “What’s the point of bullying a weak woman? Why don’t I

play with you instead?”

Yvonne was her friend, so she would cover for her. After all, she was already in a bad mood, and

whoever was looking for a fight at this time was just giving themselves up. Now that a good opportunity

to vent her anger was here, Veronica would not let it go.

“Oh, looks like we have a stunner here.” The fat man looked at Veronica, only to see her dressed in

sportswear with her hair tied in a simple high ponytail, looking innocent yet provocative.

“How would you like to play?” He grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.