Veronica wasn't in a good mood. She reached up and brushed Matthew away, then circled him to sit on the rattan chair. She placed her elbow on the handle, then held her hand to her forehead as she said gravely, "Matt, Crayson might have figured out your identity already."
When she finished speaking, she looked up at Matthew, her eyes filled with worry.
Seeing the gray clouds over her face, Matthew walked up to her and took her hand. He pulled her up, then proceeded to sit on the couch so that Veronica could sit on his lap.
"If he doesn't even have observational skills of that level, it'd be kind of scary," he said.
Veronica sat sideways on his thighs, frowning in confusion. "To put it simply, if Crayson can't figure out your identity, it would mean that his observational skills and alertness are subpar, and he's probably not fit to bear important responsibilities?"
"Smart." The man rubbed the back of her hand with his right hand, then said, "Since he's supporting Hayley, he must be more skilled than the average person. It's only a matter of time before he realizes my identity, so it's not a surprise."
"But now that he's found out, why hasn't he exposed you?"
This was the real problem Veronica was troubled about.
"Perhaps he has other intentions, but we don't know what they are. Of course, the easiest guess is that he wants Zac, Xavier, and the others to underestimate their enemy. Then, he would work with me to deal with them, catching them off guard."
His analysis was logical and well-supported.
His extremely calm reaction humbled Veronica.
She was too invested and involved, and that was why she got too nervous.
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