Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 294

Still, the fact that Tiffany was an innocent victim did not elicit a smidgen of sympathy in Veronica.

The long curly hair that stuck out of Tiffany‘s checkered scarf and rested on her black coat. Since one hand was in her pocket while the other hand clutched her bag, she smiled at Veronica. “It wasn‘t that difficult for me to look up where you live.”

Veronica simply nodded. “Anything?”

Tiffany raised her head and stared at the winter sky. “You think I would come for nothing? In such cold weather?”

Veronica remained silent as she was all ears.

“I heard that you‘re the one handling Jackson‘s wedding. Am I correct?” Tiffany asked.

It was not a surprise to Veronica that Tiffany had found out about it. As the woman herself had said, it was easy to know news about Veronica since Bloomstead was only of this size afterall.

“Your point?” Veronica‘s patience was wearing thin.

“I‘m here to remind you to be extra careful tomorrow.” With that being said, Tiffany shrugged her shoulders. “There, I said it.” She then walked past Veronica without a second thought.

A frowning Veronica wheeled around and questioned, “What do you mean by that?”

Tiffany‘s footsteps came to a halt and she slightly turned her head. “It‘s as I‘ve told you. If you can‘t prevent the accident from happening, I‘m afraid that you will have to close down the bridal store in Bloomstead.”

“Got it.” Veronica coolly ended the conversation despite the questions flashing across her head and one of them read, Why are you helping me?

It was obvious what kind of answer Tiffany would give. Because I‘m trying to make up for the things I‘ve done in the past.

What a joke. Nonetheless, she made it a point to stay vigilant on the wedding regardless of Tiffany‘s intentions.

The brief encounter ultimately caused a heavy burden on Veronica‘s shoulders as she even failed to catch forty winks that night.

She would usually have at least two hours of sleep before waking up at 6.00AM, but

she was awake that whole night.

The morning sun had illuminated the day, yet the winter breeze was welcoming the astir streets.

The team that was responsible for Jackson‘s wedding arrived at Elite Hotel early in the morning in order to proceed with the rigorous inspection.

Veronica thoroughly checked the technology like the live sound system and projector multiple times and drilled into her team members the need for safety precautions. Let‘s hope I won‘t get deja vu today.

If anything bad came to pass, she would have no place in Bloomstead anymore. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

When the time struck nine, guests began to fill the place to the brim. Wearing a gray suit and a pair of sneakers, Veronica brought the walkie–talkie to her mouth at times to make sure everything was in order.

The wedding venue was located at the backyard of the hotel. Coating the padded artificial grass were imported fresh flowers and vibrant balloons that revived the spring amongst the winter wind.

Gazing at the oncoming guests, Veronica felt the pressure pulling her heart deeper to the pits of her stomach. It was because all of them were leading figures who possessed great power and affluence in the city.

“Hey! Anything on your mind?” Yvonne suddenly tapped Veronica‘s shoulder from behind.

A surprised Veronica turned her head instinctively before shooting glares at her friend. “Where did you come from?”

Yvonne pointed at the entrance where Conrad and Matthew happened to enter just at the right time. Conrad looked at their direction before flashing a sinister smile.

Veronica was sure that he should be smiling at Yvonne, yet her guts were telling otherwise—he was looking at her.

Even so, she brushed it off and focused on Matthew whose forehead injury had recovered after a month. Complementing his coiffed hair was a pair of space–gray sunglasses while the blue velvet suit radiated his dashing looks. With an air of elegance, his presence was magnificent as ever.

Although Veronica was standing at the most conspicuous place at the entrance, Matthew did not turn his head toward her at all, as if those eyes behind the sunglasses had not noticed her. The cold– shouldered woman was displeased.

Crazy man.

The way he flipped out at the hospital a month ago had infuriated her and she still had vet to know the issue. Still, it was understandable for someone temperamental like him to just brush her off.

Even if Matthew was not in the mood for talking to her, he should have grown tired of her by now. Thus, Veronica returned the favor by pretending not to see him too, so as not to seem clingy.

“The place is decorated beautifully. Fresh yet refined. Not bad,” praised Conrad.

Veronica wore a smile that could be described as professional. “You‘re flattering me, Uncle Conrad.”

“Oh, Conrad. Let‘s head inside. Let‘s not disturb Roni while she‘s on duty.” Yvonne let go of Veronica and greeted Conrad.

“Sure.” He nodded and they seated themselves near Matthew.

Following behind the Dame Family were Tiffany and the Larson couple, as well as the Crawford Family. Whenever Veronica caught sight of them, she purposely avoided them as she did not feel like greeting them at the moment.

“Veronica, the bride is here.” Shirley‘s voice resounded from the walkie–talkie.

“Got it,” answered Veronica.

The wedding was scheduled to begin at 11.00AM sharp. When there was only twenty minutes left before crunch time, Veronica went backstage again. “Is the equipment functioning? Did you check the wires again?”

As Jackson‘s bride, Emma Finley was a hardcore fan of fantasy dramas and it had always been her dream to`descend from the sky like an angel at her wedding. Emma had presented her suggestion many times before this.

In order to satisfy her clients, Veronica resorted to a dreamy wedding concept where

the bride would make an appearance like an angel, thereby renting the best equipment, as well as some spares, that they could get in the city.

Nevertheless, it did not stop the restlessness in her chest. It might have been because of Tiffany‘s words that had affected her emotions or it could simply be her being paranoid.

“President Murphy, don‘t worry. We‘ve checked the wires, gondola as well as the crane multiple times. There won‘t be a problem.”

“Yeah, especially the gondola. We had it welded again before this and added another safety rope on it. Everything is under control for sure.”

“Yeah, that‘s right!”

In spite of the reassurance from the prep team, Veronica was still in distress. “Just be careful.”

20 minutes had passed and the host called upon the bridegroom as the music enlivened the atmosphere—the wedding had finally begun.

Veronica stood on stage, only to see Jackson marching forward with his best men, including Matthew who followed behind him.

The host passed the microphone to Jackson and he started to recount the love story he shared with Emma vehemently.

Next, the large monitor screen featured the bride, who was sitting in a big flower basket decorated with vivid colors.