On top of losing 5,000 bucks of living expenses for nothing, Veronica had over 100 bucks deducted from her earnings by the food delivery platform because she had failed to deliver takeouts as scheduled. She was only doing food delivery as a part-time job, and now she lost all the money she had earned by doing food delivery during her days off to the food delivery platform. Her heart was bleeding.
Still too young for the dangerous society, duh!
Over the next few days, she worked with even greater diligence every single day. Besides doing food delivery part-time after work, she also delivered meals to her adoptive parents at the hospital.
Dressed in a security guard's uniform, Veronica was sitting idly in the monitoring room at Twilight Bar with her colleague on the security team. She complained, "How could I have possibly been eating only two meals per day this week if I hadn't saved that ungrateful b*stard? I'm starved out."
Her adoptive father had been comatose since the car accident, whereas her adoptive mother had been staying with him at the hospital every day. Even though Veronica's biological parents were paying for their medical expenses, she still had to spend a lot on daily necessities every day. As a result, she was desperately hard up after spending her last 5,000 on the guy's surgery.
Cody Bowman, her colleague, asked, "I've only heard you talking about that guy, Big Ron. Don't you know what his name was or what he looked like?"
"I remember what he looked like, but he was unconscious at the time. How could I know what his name—" Veronica replied, only to break off mid-sentence and point at somebody on the surveillance video all of a sudden. "T-T-That guy! Did you see him? That's him! That was the guy!" she exclaimed with a slap on the table before standing up to walk outside. "Found you at last, you *sshole!"
"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 1:00 AM. 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!