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Chapter 772 Killing Tiffany

“Prince Liam is right. Please sit, Veronica.” Hendrey treated Veronica as gently as ever.

Xavier looked at her, his dark brows furrowed. Then, he glanced at Antheena beside him but kept his

mouth shut. On the other hand, Tiffany glared at Veronica and Hendrey resentfully and then casually

took a seat next to Liam.

A bonfire was lit on the lawn, and seven to eight low rectangular tables were placed around it with two

futon cushions beside each table. The table had a full spread of delicious food with a few bottles of fine

wines.

“She’s my honored guest, so it’s only proper that she sits next to me.” Liam rebuffed Hendrey and

politely said to Veronica, “Miss Veronica, this way, please.”

“I—” Veronica wanted to refuse Hendrey’s and Liam’s offers because she knew that the moment she

accepted, someone would learn about this and immediately turn into a raging and jealous little monster.

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“Come on. Just sit here. It’s not like I’m going to eat you.” Liam didn’t allow her to decline as he tugged

her hand over to sit on the main seat.

That instant Liam’s hand was on her, Veronica immediately felt a chill down her spine and instinctively

shook off his hand, fearing Matthew would rush over and threaten Liam with a sword.

“I can walk by myself.” She smiled awkwardly.

Then, Liam snapped his fingers, and a band started playing a tune. When the merry song began, a

group of beautiful women dressed in Hidden Clan costumes came forward to dance along. The

atmosphere turned harmonious and peaceful as the music and song resonated across the venue, and

the dancers performed wonderfully.

“Come, have a drink.” He raised his glass in mid-air and clinked glasses with the others in mid-air. With

that done, he turned to Veronica with a bright grin and urged, “This is the best wine from our clan. It’s

amazing. You should give it a taste.”

“Thanks,” Veronica answered politely.

Tiffany was jealous as she watched their interaction. So, she gritted her teeth and sneered, “Veronica,

it’s truly amazing that you could be in such a good mood. Your husband died not long ago, yet here you

are, mingling with another man so intimately. Aren’t you worried that he won’t be able to rest in peace?”

The smile on Veronica’s face froze upon hearing her words, and her hand that was holding the wine

glass trembled slightly. Still, she slowly lifted the glass and polished off her drink elegantly under the

crowd’s gaze. The orange glow of the bonfire illuminated her face, softening her delicate facial

features. No one could even see a trace of irritation after Tiffany’s provocation.

Yet, she placed the wine glass down firmly, picked up a fork on the table, and suddenly threw it like it

was a dagger without even looking away from her glass. In a blink of an eye, the fork flew straight

toward Tiffany and pierced through her palm, which was holding her own glass of wine.

Splash!

“Argh!” The wine glass fell with a crash as Tiffany promptly flung it away on the wooden table. The wine

splashed on the hem of her skirt, and along with it was the blood that spilled out of her injured palm,

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which stained her skirt red.

“You’re right about one thing. He won’t rest in peace because you’re not dead yet!” Veronica’s

expression turned sullen, and her gaze promised death.

When the performers witnessed such a scene, they shrieked in horror and quickly fled. The band also

came to a screeching halt. The surroundings fell silent, which made Tiffany’s scream shriller across the

venue.

Hendrey’s primary responsibility was to protect Tiffany. So, when he saw that she was injured, he

jerked to his feet, dashed over, and demanded sourly, “What are you doing?”

“Hah!” Veronica huffed scornfully. “What am I doing? Can’t you see? I told you, I’ll kill her sooner or

later. Since your job is to protect her, you should have known better than to allow her to scurry around

me!”

Even though she knew Matthew was alive, she had put up with Tiffany for far too long. She wasn’t a

saint, but she would have tolerated Tiffany’s presence. Alas, that moron repeatedly tried her patience.

She knew Tiffany was foolish, but sometimes it made her wonder just how this idiot had survived to

adulthood.

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