Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 397

"What?" He pushed her away and glared at her. "What did you say?"

"I said I'd like to see you next... I mean this year’s The Christmas S... Ow! What are you doing?" He flicked her forehead before she could finish. She covered her forehead and gasped in pain.

"I sang Dawn Breeze in last year's The Christmas Show! The ninth performance! And you didn't see me!"

"Huh? Oh urn, sorry. I didn't see you." She laughed. Yeah, Matthew and his friends were standing right outside my door last Christmas. I was trying to deal with them, so of course I had no time for The Christmas Show.

At this moment, Larry’s phone rang. He took it out and sighed. "It’s from my manager. Great, she's angry at me now. Goodbye."

"Drive safely." She waved him goodbye.

Larry took the call. "Miss Quinton?

Yeah, I'm on my way back. Right away." He trotted back to his car and honked it to say goodbye, and he left.

She stood in the same spot, sighing. "Being an actor sure makes a lot of money, but man I feel sorry for him. He's busy as a bee." She went into the hotel lobby and made a beeline for the elevator. It was about one in the afternoon, and there were not a lot of people coming in. After she went into the elevator, a mysterious man in a windbreaker, cap, mask, and sunglasses came in.

The other guests left the elevator, and eventually, only the man was left with her. She looked at the elevator walls and glanced at the man's reflection cautiously. The elevator doors swung open, and she glanced outside before going out. As she walked down the corridor, she kept glancing backward. He was following her.

Her heart skipped a beat. Is this what Hendrey meant when he said I'd get tailed because I look like Tiffany? She leaned against the wall after she turned the corner, waiting for the mysterious man to show up. She kicked him in the face as he did, but he caught her ankle with his bare hands. "Who are you?" she asked nervously as she did a roundhouse kick, aiming at the man's chest.

The man expected that. He wanted to catch her feet, but that was a feint. She moved her leg downward and kicked his chest. She had used a lot of strength in this kick, and the man staggered backward.

Veronica did not stop. She stepped ahead and gave him a left hook, but he crouched down all of a sudden and wrapped his arm around her hip, then threw her over his shoulders and walked toward her suite. "Who are you? Who are you?" She got her guard up and kept resisting and struggling.

The man smacked her ass loudly, and she winced in pain, though she knew who he was right away. "You're Matthew, aren't you?" she asked and sniffed him. As expected, she caught a whiff of his familiarly special smell. Of course it was Matthew.