Chapter 3 Who Sent You Here?

“Wait a minute, Big Ron!” Cody grabbed Veronica’s wrist while pointing at the man on the surveillance video in disbelief. “Are you sure it was him?” “I can recognize this jerk even if he’s reduced to ashes!” Veronica turned around to leave. However, Cody stood up and blocked her path at once. “Calm down, Big Ron! That guy’s Matthew Kings, the heir of the Kings Family, one of the four most distinguished families in Bloomstead. He’s a cruel and ruthless man with blood on his hands. If he had wanted to repay your kindness, he could’ve done that with a single word. Since he never came to you, it’d mean he’s never going to pay you the money. Staying alive is important, Big Ron. It’s just 5,000, right? Just take it as you’ve fed it to a dog.” Veronica couldn’t help but gasp at Cody’s words. “Matthew Kings, you say?” The club where she was working was the top money-squandering establishment in Bloomstead. It was frequented by businessmen and prominent figures, so Veronica was familiar with Matthew’s name. Cody’s advice made a lot of sense, but Veronica couldn’t resign herself to it. She waited until 1.00AM. When she saw Matthew walk out of a private room and enter the elevator, she entered the elevator after him. The first eight floors of Twilight Club were dedicated to Twilight Bar, whereas the floors above were all hotel suites. In the elevator, Veronica peeked at Matthew—who was half a head taller than her—out of the corner of her eye. The man’s body was reeking of booze, and his peerlessly handsome face was flushing with an abnormal shade of red. He seemed to be feeling dry and hot after getting drunk, his slender fingers pulling at his necktie every now and then. Ding! The elevator door opened on the 38th floor. The man walked out, and Veronica followed closely behind. However, no sooner had she made a few steps than Matthew suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing the former to bump into his back right away by accident. “Ouch! You—” The man seized her by the throat right away. He asked in a cold voice, “Who are you? Shoot!” “It hurts…” Unable to breathe, Veronica kept slapping Matthew’s arm as her brain was being deprived of oxygen. “Let go of me! I… I can’t breathe…” Upon hearing her voice, Matthew knitted his brows slightly and knocked off the security cap she was wearing. “You’re a woman?” “Y-Yeah,” Veronica replied. Since she was working at a club, she disguised herself as a man and spoke in a man’s voice to avoid being groped. Few people except her manager and her colleagues in the security department knew that she was a woman. “Who sent you here? Spill it!” “I-I just wanted to—” Matthew interrupted Veronica before the latter could finish her sentence. “You wanna be my woman?” He had noticed long ago that the security guard before him was behaving furtively, and his drink had been doped today. I knew it. Another woman who’s trying to drug me to get me to sleep with her, he thought. Veronica almost died from being choked. What an *sshole who returns my kindness with ingratitude! She swore, “F-F…” Before she could finish uttering the four-letter word, though, the man let go of her neck. Crumpling to the floor at once, Veronica placed her hands on the floor for support, gasping for breath while coughing nonstop. Only then did she notice that the entire 38th floor was occupied by private residences with silvery gray cool-colored designs that exuded luxury and poshness. It seemed that Matthew had noticed long ago that something was wrong with her. “You know what I hate the most?” the man said while panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot. “Cough… Cough…” Veronica’s throat hurt from being choked, and she merely coughed without being able to say anything. “Since you have a death wish, I’ll grant it,” said Matthew. Then, he grabbed her arm, dragging her into his bedroom before flinging her onto his bed effortlessly. Veronica was frightened; she was truly scared upon confronting Matthew. “Hey! W-What are you doing?” The man pulled off his necktie with one hand while pressing a button on the remote control with the other. In an instant, the bedroom curtain closed, cloaking the room in complete darkness. Then, in the darkness, he tore her clothes to shreds with a loud rip! A ninth-degree black belt holder in Taekwondo, Veronica tried to fend Matthew off, but she couldn’t hold her own against him at this very moment. “Let go of me, you *sshole!” “How dare you play hard to get with me right now after drugging me…” “What nonsense are you talking about? I’m here for the...” Veronica struggled against the man, but it wasn’t until her fingers touched his skin that she realized how burning hot he was. Did he just say ‘drugging’? With the benefit of hindsight, she instantly realized what had happened, but it was too late when she got up and tried to run away. He pressed her down onto the bed, his body blazing hot against hers, overwhelming her senses. She could feel every inch of him, his strength undeniable and suffocating. But, to her relief, he didn’t just take her without thought. His hands moved first, exploring, teasing, coaxing her into readiness. Her body betrayed her, softening and yielding under his touch. If he hadn’t prepared her like that, with the sheer size of his penis, it would’ve been unbearable—maybe even impossible. As his movements grew more deliberate, Veronica’s thoughts began to scatter. His touch was relentless, and soon, she wasn’t just tolerating it. She was lost in it, swept away by the pleasure he wrung from her body. Damn it. She hated this. Hated him. But there was no denying it: Matthew knew exactly what he was doing. For all his domineering arrogance, he was frustratingly good at sex, pulling her deeper and deeper into sensations she couldn’t resist. Just when she thought she was about to shatter, he stopped. Completely. His hips stilled, his grip tightened, and his voice, cold as ice, sliced through the haze. “Tell me,” he said, his tone razor-sharp. “Who the fuck sent you?” The words hit her like a bucket of freezing water. The fog of pleasure cleared instantly, leaving her breathless and trembling. Her heart pounded as she clawed back some semblance of rationality. Focus, she told herself. Remember why you’re here. “No one sent me!” she gasped, her voice shaky, almost pleading. “I came on my own. You... you said you’d give me...” Her words faltered, her chest heaving as she forced herself to go on. “A hundred million. As... gratitude.”