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Chapter 918 Her Miserable Life
After Veronica fired the shot, she didn't hear anything but pained groans.
She waited for a few seconds until she was sure she wouldn't be in any danger before slowly getting
up.
She saw the men lying motionless on the ground while Tiffany was leaning against a tree.
Three of the men were either dead or unconscious. The only one who was still conscious weakly
grappled with his gun to shoot Veronica when he saw her.
However, Veronica didn't give him a chance. With a flick of her hand, a dart struck him in the neck and
stabbed him in his main artery.
"Ugh…" the man groaned as blood gushed out. Even his mouth was filled with blood. He jerked a few
times before flopping dead on the ground.
Tiffany was pale as she witnessed the whole thing. She was so terrified that she froze for a while
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbefore she finally regained her senses and snatched up a gun to point it at Veronica. "Don't move, or I'll
kill—Aargh!"
She didn't even get to finish her sentence when Veronica threw yet another dart at her. This time, the
dart stabbed her in her shoulder. She shrieked in pain and dropped the gun.
"You really overestimate yourself."
Veronica slowly walked over and retrieved the darts. After wiping the darts clean of blood with the
men's clothes, she stuffed the darts back into the sheepskin roll.
"If you're so great, then I dare you not to use a hidden weapon, Veronica! What a coward! Is that all you
got?"
Tiffany knew Veronica was a decent fighter but didn't expect the latter to get rid of four men so easily.
She grumbled at the fact that Dominik had given her such lousy people to help her.
Veronica straightened up, only to realize that her left arm had been injured at some point.
She'd been so tense earlier to notice.
After taking a roll of bandage out of her pocket, she began tending to her injury as she eyed Tiffany.
"You won't give up until you die, huh? Tiffany, what gives you the confidence to come after me, time
and time again?"
When the bandage touched the wound, Veronica frowned in pain. Eventually, she finished wrapping
her wound and gripped one end with her mouth while tying a knot with her other hand.
Once she was done tending to her injury, she walked over to Tiffany and looked down at her. "I've given
you so many chances, but you still don't know what's good for you!"
"Hah! I don't know what's good for me?! Don't you know I'm not supposed to exist just because you do?
Why's that?! Why have none of you ever asked about my opinion?! Why do you get to decide my
existence?!"
All of Tiffany's anger and resentment exploded out of here. "Ever since I was a child, I mastered
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmeverything from chess to drawing to music and even calligraphy! I was the most beloved woman in all
of Bloomstead! Everyone thought of me as the most talented girl and considered me a role model! And
yet, just because of you… because you showed up, I became nothing but a joke! You're the reason
why Matthew hates me! You're the reason why he ruined my life! So, tell me why I shouldn't hate you!
Not only do I hate you, but I also want to kill you! All I dream about is killing you!"
She looked pathetic as she sat there on the ground, clutching her wounded shoulder and screaming at
the top of her lungs despite her pain. It was as if she were making one last struggle before death.
Just then, she glanced behind Veronica.
It was the briefest of glances as she quickly withdrew her gaze and got back on her feet with great
difficulty.
"Hahaha… Hahaha… Veronica… today… we…" In Tiffany's present state, the simple act of standing
was as hard as climbing the tallest mountain in the world.
She had to rely on the tree trunk behind her to straighten up.
All the color had drained out of her face. Her forehead was drenched in sweat, and blood was trickling
out of the corner of her lips.