Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 623

"Antheena? Antheena!" Xavier shouted, but nobody answered him.

He took out his phone, only to realize there was no way they could get in touch with the outside world because the cell phone signal had been jammed on the second floor and above. "Conrad, keep an eye on Troy while I look for Antheena," he said to Conrad in a loud voice before turning around to leave.

At this moment, they had arrived on the fifth floor.

Seeing the mess everywhere in the hotel, the smell of gunpowder filling the air, and the wailing people lying on the ground, Xavier looked as stoic and indifferent as an emotionless robot. Coming all the way downstairs from the fifth floor, he searched everywhere for Antheena while shouting her name, but he didn't find her. In the end, he came down to the first floor and made a phone call.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Antheena's phone rang several times, but no one answered the phone.

Xavier made a few more phone calls in a row, but they went unanswered. At this moment, he knitted his brows and tightened his grip on his phone as a bad feeling came over him. "Crap!" he swore. Without a moment's hesitation, he came down to the sub-basement parking lot and drove off before dialing a number on his way. "Find out where the helicopter on the rooftop of Atlantis Hotel has gone—now!"

He was 100 percent sure that Antheena must've gone to look for Veronica. Even though he wasn't certain about Veronica's location, he saw with his own eyes the direction in which the helicopter left at the time. Therefore, he had no choice but to set out in that direction.

Meanwhile, Hendrey showed up at the scene in the hotel and met up with Conrad before anyone realized it. They kept some distance from Troy to avoid alerting the latter of their presence.

In the end, Troy finally saw Matthew and Miguel on the sixth floor, but they were moving very slowly with Miguel supporting the wounded Skyler.

"President Kings!" He called out to him while quickly trotting up to them. "Are you guys alright?"

…

An hour and a half later, an SUV drove toward Primrose Hill at lightning speed whereas a dozen sedans were slowly moving forward in a row at a fork ten kilometers away from the foot of the hill.

At this moment, Veronica was sitting in the living room at the villa on Primrose Hill while drinking uneasily from the glass of warm water she was holding in her hands. "Destiny, can your people make sure that he is safe?" she asked worriedly.

Having changed into a black figure-hugging leather suit, Destiny nodded. "My men are in charge of dealing with those on the periphery, so they won't be attacked from both sides."

Still knitting her brows, Veronica pursed her lips before looking up at Crayson, who was standing at the villa's entrance. "Master Crayson, I'm worried about Matthew. He's the one they're targeting… Could you help him? I have Destiny and Thomas with me over here, so nothing wrong is gonna happen."

The sole purpose of the setup this time was to get rid of Matthew. As Crayson had said, she wouldn't die at the moment, nor did the culprit behind the scenes from Castron intend to get rid of her right now. This was perhaps because she was still too valuable to die at the moment. However, Matthew was different. He had offended Flake and was Conrad's sworn enemy, not to mention that he'd be a great help to her in the future. Now was the best and only opportunity to get rid of him.

Overwhelmed with anxiety, Thomas jumped to his feet from the . "Mrs. Kings, let me go there to take a look." Having worked for Matthew for years, he felt really uneasy about leaving his boss alone at this very moment.

"Okay, just go." Veronica agreed to his decision.

"It's not necessary. Let me go instead." Crayson tossed the butt of the cigarette he was smoking onto the floor. After stubbing out the cigarette butt with the tip of his shoe, he looked back and said to Thomas, "You and Destiny have to keep Veronica safe at all costs." With that, he left the villa and went to the apron on the back of the hill with the helicopter pilot without looking back.