Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1276

Chapter 1276 Exactly the Same

Tiffany, with her swollen cheek, would even feel her cheek twitch in pain when she spoke.

But compared to the deafness and pain in her cheeks, she no longer cared about the pain on her face.

No matter where it hurt, it was not as painful as Hendrey's words.

The kind of ice-cold feeling as if plunging into an icy cellar struck her, and she felt the chill engulfing her, causing her whole body to tremble.

Tiffany gradually released Hendrey's hand and fell weakly to the ground.

Due to inertia, her cheek muscles also trembled, pulling on her swollen face and causing excruciating pain. Despite that, she remained unaware of the pain.

With lifeless eyes, she stared ahead in disbelief as she raised her hand to touch her ear. She couldn't accept the fact that she had gone deaf.

"N-No, it's not possible. I can't be deaf. I'm not..."

She used to be the most dazzling star in Bloomstead. But now that she had taken a fall, she suddenly didn't know what to do.

As Tiffany thought of the instigator, her blurred gaze gradually focused. She curved her fingers over her ears, clenching her fists tight, and spat through gritted teeth, "Veronica Murphy! You and I are

enemies!"

She murmured word by word, almost using all her strength for each word, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Even as Hendrey looked at her expression of unbearable pain, he showed no sympathy.

Instead, he sarcastically said, "You did what you did even though you knew it wouldn't turn out the way you wanted it to. You brought this upon yourself." He turned around and walked to a nearby chair. He looked sharp as he crossed his legs and reminded her, "I repeatedly warned you before joining the hidden clan not to provoke Veronica. Didn't you understand what I meant?"

"I..."

Because of her deafness, Tiffany couldn't hear his words clearly. She couldn't hear anything from her left ear that felt like there was cotton stuffed in it. It drove her crazy.

The enraged woman wanted to refute Hendrey's words, but she didn't know what to say.

After a while, Hendrey continued, "Do what you're supposed to do and stay away from her. Otherwise, not even your Creator can save you."

He had helped the last time at the palace's banquet when Veronica wanted to kill Tiffany.

If it weren't because she was still useful in certain ways, Hendrey would never have saved this foolish woman.

"You'd better shape up."

Hendrey left the bedroom after saying these words.

Walking to the living room door, he instructed the guard standing at the door, "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her out."

"Yes, Mr. Johnson."

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After leaving the residence, Hendrey drove away in his sedan, intending to visit Zac and discuss a strategy with him.

As the sedan moved slowly through the streets, he couldn't help but gaze at the shops on both sides of the road.

Suddenly, a few silhouettes caught his eye.

He saw Veronica, accompanied by a woman in a red dress, waving her hand at the entrance of a shop not far away. Standing next to Veronica was a man.

The man who had his hands in the pockets of his loose casual pants stood tall and exuded a compelling aura.

Hendrey adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and took a closer look. Wasn't that... "Iron Pillar? No, that can't be."

In his mind, scenes from the bonfire feast outside the palace where he had a confrontation with "Iron Pillar" flashed back.

Even though "Iron Pillar" didn't attack and only defended himself, he effortlessly fended off his attacks.

At that time, Hendrey had already sensed that this person had astonishing skills, but he didn't think much of it.

But from this angle, the man called "Iron Pillar" didn't have the hunched posture he usually had.

Except for having a slightly dark complexion, an average appearance, and a mole on his face, Iron Pillar's figure and demeanor were exactly the same as Matthew's.