Her Biliionaire Husband

"Save the formality between us." Matthew played dumb before saying seriously, "I can't let Sasha know about me and Roni."
"You're telling me. I know that very well."
"Well, thank you for your hard work." Matthew hung up the phone just like that.
Just as he set his phone down, the person in his arms woke up and nestled against him. "What's wrong?" Her voice was groggy.
He told her the story, which elicited a frown from her. She seemed a bit worried. "Eleanor had just arrived in Bloomstead. There
are a lot of things that she has to learn. Not to mention that she used to be the Young Lord of the hidden clan. Everyone held her
in high regard. How could she tolerate this kind of treatment?"
"There's not much work to do at the moment. Let's pay her a visit at Axies Villa," Matthew suggested.
Veronica agreed, "Okay, I was just thinking the same."
The two got up and went to the bathroom to get freshened up quickly. They then left the office and took the elevator to the
basement.
Because of their divorce, paparazzi had been on their tails and countless media outlets wanted to interview them.
That was why Veronica was on her guard whenever she was out. The last thing she wished for was to be mentioned in the news.
They left from the basement and headed straight to Axies Villa.
When the two arrived at their destination, they pulled the car over outside the gates.
They pressed the doorbell, and a maid came over. As soon as she recognized the guests' identity, she let them in.
"Sir, madam, you're here. Please come in," the maid greeted them warmly.

The maid was transferred over from Pinewoods Villa, so they were close.
"Is Eleanor home?" Veronica asked.
"Yes, she is in the living room." The maid showed them the way. "I'll lead you the way."
"It's fine, Adeline. You can go ahead." Veronica politely turned down the offer and walked hand in hand with Matthew toward the
living room with bags of stuff.
However, as soon as they entered the living room, they heard someone yelling.
"Troy Ritter, what do you take me for? Get lost, right now! From today onward, you don't have to look after me!" Eleanor was
furious.
The couple looked at each other, completely unaware of what had happened between Troy and Eleanor.
"Eleanor, actually, this is... not your home, and you are no longer the highly respected Young Lord. You have to keep that in
mind," Troy blurted the cruel truth.
"It's none of your business!" She began to throw things at him. "Take these cosmetics you bought me and get lost, I don't need
them!"
The sound of glass shattering echoed against the walls.
Troy had a bad temper, to begin with. Now, he had no intention of comforting Eleanor at all. "Fine, just remember what you said."
He then strode to the entrance only to see Veronica and Matthew standing there. He paused, "Boss, Mrs. Kings, why are you
here?"
"I told you to stay with Eleanor, and this is how you treat her?" Matthew's face darkened as he sounded displeased.
Furious, Troy turned sideways. "This is a mission impossible for me."

"If you can't do it, go to Cory Island. I'll give you a three-year vacation," Matthew suggested composedly.
Although it was a three-year vacation, Troy knew best that it was best to resort to death than spend three years on that island.