Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 5677

Ambrose was nothing but annoyed as he spoke.

Veron truly had no manners at all, first framing him and Heather, then throwing tantrums in front of his father and Uncle Chester…

Veron was in a terrible mood. She roared out loud as she pushed Ambrose backward.

"F*ck off!"

Ambrose had long prepared for that, and had been secretly channeling his internal energy into his legs to remain standing firm as a rock.

Veron caught her balance as her face was filled with humiliated rage and she glowered at Ambrose.

"Ambrose Darby! What's the meaning of this? Trying to abuse your power because you're on your own grounds, are you? Or has the Elysium Gate really struck up an allyship with the Wudang Sect to take the Lange family down, and now you're holding me captive?"

Amidst her rage, Veron spewed out everything she thought of, not holding anything back.

Ambrose could hardly contain his anger watching her run her mouth and roared, "Shut up! The Elysium Gate has never struck up anything with the Wudang Sect, and I will not have you spreading rumors like this. Also, you shall apologize for how you treated my father and Uncle Chester."

His tone was razor-sharp, leaving no room for retaliation.

Veron was truly growing ruder and ruder, and he had to teach her a lesson.

'Apologize?'

Veron quivered with fury at the words, crying out, "I did nothing wrong! What do I have to apologize for? Don't think you can order me around just because you're the head of the Elysium Sect, Ambrose Darby! That's not going to work on me. Now, f*ck off!"

Ambrose stood there, his tone firm as steel as he growled, "You're not leaving until you apologize."

Veron was truly enraged as she exclaimed, "To hell with you!"

As the final word rang through the air, Veron raised her hands to summon a long sword that she pierced in the direction of Ambrose's chest as quick as lightning.

Due to her rage, Veron did not hold back one bit with her blow. The long sword slashed through the air in a shiny arc, reaching Ambrose's chest in no time.