Chapter <b>76 </b>
William was so furious that he nearly spat blood. Once he finished watching the footage, a
wave of dread washed over him.
He had to admit, Veronica was too benevolent, She had actually stayed and finished the
interview.
The moment Ashton wrapped up the second meeting, William immediately reported the entire situation to him. As expected, before he had even finished, that man who already looked like a grim reaper went straight to looking like the king of Hell.
“Firing her would be letting her off easy. If she enjoys stirring up trouble so much, transfer her to the sales department.” With just a few quiet words, Ashton could destroy someone without leaving them even a shred of dignity.
Fletcher Group’s sale department was infamous for its arduous and torturous workce environment.
Everyone there worked until they dropped. The entire management team was master maniptors, peddling false hopes and goals no one could ever achieve. They ran their team like a pack of overworked dogs. As miserable as they were, no one could bring themselves to
leave.
A popr saying circted outside. If someone was tired of living, they should just join Fletcher Group’s sales department. Then they’d understand what it truly meant to wish for
death.
William said a silent prayer for that venomous woman.
“Rest in peace,” he thought.
By the time Veronica left Heberly, the sky was already dark. She had politely turned down Howard’s dinner invitation.
On her way back to the apartment, she passed a supermarket and pulled over to grab some fresh groceries. As she walked toward the entrance, she checked her phone.
A message from “Mr. Bulletproof” caught her off guard. Theirst conversation had ended when he gave her the scar cream, and they had not spoken since.
Veronica touched the corner of her eye. Vernon’s cream had worked surprisingly well. She had not expected much, but in just a few days, the scar had faded significantly.
The message Ashton sent was a full 60–second audio clip.
She blinked in surprise. For a man who talked less than a block of ice, this was practically
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considered a speech.
Curious, she tapped the y button. A soft childish voice chirped from the speaker.
“Hi! Hi! Ms. Pretty, are you there? Ms. Pretty, it’s me, Wanda! I’m using Uncle Ashton’s phone to message you! Do you remember me? Uncle Ashton said that you live across from Grandpa now. Can Ie to y? I really miss your yummy soup. It was so good! Ms. Pretty, reply when you see this, okay?”
Veronica could not help smiling. It was the young girl from the hospital–Ashton’s niece.
She should have known. After all, there was no way that Ashton would ever send a voice message, let alone a long one.
Before she could reply, the chat lit up again. The ck, minimalist profile picture sent a tearful emoji.
Veronica’s gaze softened, and she sent back a kissing emoji.
Considering Wanda probably didn’t know how to read yet, Veronica held down the record button to send a voice reply:
“Of course I remember you, Wanda. I’m actually heading to the supermarket right now. <b>If </b>there’s anything you want to eat tonight, just let me know.”
She lifted her finger and sent the message.
Almost immediately, another sticker came through. It was another kissing emoji.
Veronica let out a softugh.
Then came a new voice message. The moment she yed it, a deep male voice driftedzily into her ears. “Anything’s fine. Need a hand? I’d be happy to help.”
She immediately stopped it, wondering why he had been the one to reply this time.
His voice was like a vintage vinyl spinning under the dark sky. It sounded smooth, rich, and low. The way he dragged out his words soundedzy on the surface, but it made her heart race.
She’d never admitted it to anyone, but she had a serious weakness for voices. And Ashton’s just happened to be the kind that made her ears burn. There was no way she could listen to that twice.