CHAPTER 237

Chapter 237 The Beginning of Thomas’ Journey in Hell

What? Matthew asked around just to find insomnia medicine for me? And he gave up a billion worth contract just to rescue me from the cruise? He even risked his life to save me from the flood and hired people to protect my parents? Veronica was shocked to the core and her mind was in a mess.

It was no wonder her parents mentioned that they had new neighbors a few days ago. According to them, the newcomers were hired to keep an eye on the reservoir for any intruders that intended to fish there. In actuality, it was to keep her parents safe!

But… Do I have insomnia?

Before this, she was completely aware that she could only sleep when it was four or five in the morning. However, it wasn’t a big deal to her as she thought that she only needed a shorter sleep period compared to others.

Not only that, she assumed that Matthew was spouting nonsense when he told her about her problem. She did not believe in him one bit! Did she misunderstand him all this time?

After maintaining her composure, she continued to finish off both the contracts. By the time she raised her head, Thomas was standing by the window, smoking silently.

Even if his attitude was indecent, he was a loyal assistant who had always done his best for Matthew. Thus, never once had Veronica blamed Thomas.

In any case, she had encountered nastier comments since the day she managed the company as Elizabeth’s god-granddaughter. Once was bearable, but not for long; eventually, she had built a towering barrier with the bricks thrown at her.

“I’ve signed the contracts. Please pass it to him.” She placed the pen aside.

Right then, Shirley entered the office to serve the coffee. She smiled politely at Thomas. “Mr. Ritter, here’s your coffee.”

However, Veronica told her, “Shirley, please escort Mr. Ritter out.”

“Huh? But it hasn’t been long since he arrived here.” Shirley could sense the heavy mood hanging in the air.

Thomas held the cigarette with his fingers before saying, “No need for that.” Then, he took the contract and strode out in a fuming rage. Property © of .

Glancing at the man’s long face, Shirley knew that a note of discord had surfaced during the conversation. “Veronica, Thomas works for Young Master Matthew. Did you guys fight?”

Veronica breathed a heavy sigh. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Looking at her wristwatch, she realized that it was 3 in the afternoon. “Stay here. I gotta put up a vacancy announcement.”

“Huh? Didn’t we have newcomers already? Why do we need more?”

“Forget it, then. I’ve got some business to attend to. See ya.” She waved her hand and left with her bag.

I bet a rigorous man like Matthew will transfer over some experienced workers, right? Then, there’s no need to hire more people for now.

While Veronica was on her way to the hospital, Thomas was heading toward Spinfluence Group, which was quite near the place. A ten-minutes drive was all that it took.

After alighting from the car, he made a dash for the president’s office with the contract. Matthew was leafing through some documents when he heard someone enter. He assumed that it was one of the secretaries, yet the oncoming person flung a document in front of him.

He lifted his head to see a furious Thomas. “What happened?”

“Young Master Matthew, I told her that she could decide the equity division as she wished and she only gave you 5% of the share! I was wondering how much she would be grateful for what you’ve done for her, and I know now. She’s simply incorrigible! ”

Working under Matthew, Matthew had always known Thomas to be a mature and tactful man. However, he could no longer contain his temper, considering how much Matthew had changed and sacrificed for Veronica. He was quite touchy whenever she was involved in the issue.

“Oh, really?” Matthew leaned against the chair as he flipped through the contract. “Did you say anything else to her?”

“I said everything that was on my mind! She’s mercenary, cruel, heartless, and full of schemes! Not only that…”

Thomas began his harangue by speaking badly of Veronica in every possible way. As the list went on, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze glaring at him as it sent chills down his spine. He raised his head instinctively, only to see Matthew’s face covered with seething anger.

Matthew rose to his feet and tossed the contract right in Thomas’ face.

“Take a closer look at it!” Matthew insisted.

Feeling the stinging pain on his face, Thomas had no clue to the reason for Matthew’s rage. It wasn’t until he read the terms properly that he finally realized his terrible yet foolish blunder. 95% of the shares

belonged to Matthew!

That means Veronica only has 5% of it?

“I-Impossible! How did I get it wrong?!” Unable to accept his mistake, Thomas flipped open the papers once again before coming to terms that it was indeed his misunderstanding. Veronica owned only 5% of the shares.

His expression fell. “She loves money, yet she gave herself only 5%? But why?”

Even though he hated to admit it, it was a fact that she only owned 5% of the shares. In other words, due to his daft assumptions, Thomas presumed that she hogged the lion’s share the moment he saw the written numbers.

“Y-Young Master Matthew, is this the reason why you let Miss Murphy decide the division?” He trembled in the face of Matthew’s fearsome gaze. He gulped in horror as the memories of him attacking Veronica with a tirade flashed across his mind. His guilty conscience was pricked, but his idiotic action was irrevocable.

In the meantime, Matthew took a cigarette and began smoking. He deeply inhaled the tip before breathing out a puff of smoke. “You haven’t rested well in the past ten years while working for me. It’s time for you to take a leave.”

“Huh? I… Young Master Matthew, I apologize for my rash actions, but please rescind that order. I will apologize to Miss Murphy until she forgives me. I promise!”

Why did I say that? Why did I freaking say that? How could I commit such a sin?!

“You should enjoy yourself for a few months on Cory Island.” Matthew walked toward the French window with a smoldering cigarette in hand.

However, Thomas’ face was contorted in despair and pain. “Young Master Matthew, I think I should apologize to the person involved myself. I’m sure Miss Murphy is a magnanimous person, and she will forgive me.”

The urge to slap his untrammeled mouth himself was so strong. He thought, To Cory Island? That’s not an ordinary trip, but a trip to hell!