Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew) novel Chapter 1010

As if she was a burden, she constantly needed Matthew’s help and even almost made him lose his life, all while she could give him nothing.

“It’s getting late. I should go now.” Matthew grabbed her shoulders and softly, he noted, “There are still many things to be done. As for you, have courage in everything you do. I’m with you till the end.” He revealed a tender smile. “I am your shield.” Matthew raised his hand and caressed the top of her head, speaking with a pampering tone filled with love.

“You be careful as well, Matt,” Veronica reminded.

“I will.” He nodded. “I’m leaving now.” With that, he loosened his grip on her, after which he turned around and walked to the balcony before hopping and vanishing into the night sky.

Veronica stood before the window. As the light in the room was off, no outsider could see her, but from her side, she could see Matthew’s sturdy body fading away into the lightless dusk. With her hands clutching the rails, she uncomfortably furrowed her brows as immense worry surged in her heart.

The ascension ceremony is in two days… Veronica knew that Matthew was only able to come to her at this moment because while Crayson was scheming with the Elrods to seize the head of the clan’s position, they accidentally accommodated the “heavily injured” Matthew, so he took the opportunity to get to her.

The next day, due to the ascension ceremony of the hidden clan, certain streets were closed as banners and lanterns of the hidden clan were hung at numerous places, making the region seem extremely merry. Though, there was nothing but darkness concealed under the exuberant atmosphere.

In the night, Dominik was having a secret meeting with Zac. Sitting opposite Zac, he stated with a stern face, “The Elrods will riot at the ascension ceremony tomorrow. We shall wait for them to take down Eleanor before going out and annihilating them. The elders who protect me will also come to support me tomorrow.” With a solemn gaze, he questioned, “How many elites do you have?”

Holding a cigar in his mouth, Zac leaned back on the couch with a pondering scowl. “More than ten elites, but I have one deadeye.”