CHAPTER 1231 I WANT YOU DEAD

The hidden clan palace was located on an elevated area of the mountain where a huge palace was constructed on the flat mountaintop.

From the palace's top, one could gaze down upon the bustling city center of the hidden clan, evoking a feeling of dominance.

As Veronica and Matthew exited the parking lot, a vibrant red off-road vehicle honked at them. The vehicle pulled over, and the person in the passenger seat leaned out, waving. "Hey, we meet again."

The one talking was Zac. He nonchalantly swung open the car door, exchanged greetings with the driver, and closed the door before strolling straight over to her.

"Are you also here for the gathering?"

In his usual silver-gray suit, he looked even more handsome with his strong facial features. However, the marks on his face were quite prominent.

He lifted his hand to ruffle his short, golden hair, flashing a confident and charming smile.

Upon his arrival, Veronica didn't bother to pay much attention to him and just made a brief noise in response before carrying on walking ahead.

Zac completely ignored Matthew beside her and jogged to catch up with Veronica, walking alongside her. "I know you still resent me because of Matthew. But let's face it, you can't kill me."

Shrugging indifferently, Zac arrogantly continued, "However, I can offer myself for your use. We could

team up to take on the hidden clan. How does that sound?"

His words made her pause briefly. She turned to him and sneered. "For my use? How generous of you, Prince Zac."

"You came here out of necessity, and I know you have no interest in becoming the head of the clan. If you're open to collaborating with me, I'm ready to accept any terms you propose."

Although his earnest demeanor might appear genuine at first glance, Veronica found it easier to believe in ghosts than him.

"Alright. Are you sure you'll agree to everything?" she countered.

"Yes, of course!"

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Zac nodded confidently while exuding the air of a prince.

Veronica lifted her hand to brush the strands of hair the wind had tousled, her cold gaze fixed on him. She parted her red lips gradually and spoke, each word deliberate. "I want you… dead. Can you do it?"

She purposely spoke slowly, her tone heavy with a sense of murderous intent.

"Hahaha, Miss Murphy, you're indeed straightforward and unconstrained."

Used to address her by name, Zac now spoke in a more friendly tone, seemingly trying to deliberately win her over. owns © this.

He continued, "I'm confident you'd be inclined to collaborate with me once I share something with you."

For some reason, Veronica suddenly felt a sense of unease. "What is it?"

Wearing a smile, he folded his arms and shifted his gaze to the man beside her. He deliberately answered, "Matthew is dead. You came to the hidden clan alone and entrusted two children to Yvette and Luke. Do you really trust them this much?"

"What do you mean?"

Her anxiety surged, and she instinctively moved closer to Zac, questioning, "What happened to my children?"

Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged and lifted his right hand. "I, Zac Francis, swear on the destiny of the entire Castron royal family that I have never harmed your children."

"What are you trying to say?" Veronica's heart raced, a sense of unease settling in.

Rather than addressing her query, he drew nearer and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Tonight, I'll be awaiting you at the Elysium Hotel."

With that, Zac turned and left without saying another word.