Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 1278

At night the next day.

Tiffany, who was under house arrest, lay on the bed and stared at the medicine on the bedside table. Her tearful eyes were gradually filled with hatred.

Her fair hands then clenched tightly together, trembling with anger. "Veronica Murphy! Veronica Murphy! I will kill you! I will kill you!"

Veronica was responsible for all her misfortunes. Tiffany would never be able to let go of her hatred if Veronica didn't die.

That night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

In her mind, she fantasized about how to eliminate Veronica and what would be the quickest and most effective way to achieve her goal.

But as she pondered, she suddenly caught a faint fragrance. Her mind then became dizzy, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Unconscious, Tiffany didn't know what had happened.

After an unknown period of time, when she woke up from her dream, she opened her eyes and saw Crayson and Mateo.

"W-Why are you here?"

She was somewhat panicked as she struggled to get up from the bed. However, she realized that her limbs were tightly bound, and she couldn't struggle when she moved.

Filled with fear, she instinctively looked around, only to find herself in a large underground chamber.

Even though there were lights around, she couldn't see the walls. The only things she could see were a few pillars standing on the ground, supporting the dome.

Even the lights were antique bronze figures that held a stick with a palace lamp on top.

The combination of antiquity and modernity added a touch of mystery to the underground chamber.

And yet, it was this mystery that made Tiffany feel even more insecure.

She couldn't be certain of Dawson's true identity, but she had overheard a conversation between Hendrey and Xavier that mentioned Dawson. At that time, she had a feeling that "Dawson" was an extraordinary person.

She asked Hendrey about Dawson afterward, but he refused to say anything.

She speculated that Dawson was likely the mastermind. However, she wasn't completely certain.

In a critical moment, she could only bring up Dawson to intimidate Crayson, hoping it would be effective.

"I've been waiting for Dawson for a long time too."

Crayson snorted coldly, showing no fear of Dawson. Instead, his face was filled with contempt.

At that moment, the heavy door made a sound like gears that had been sealed for many years as it was pushed open.

Tiffany couldn't move her limbs and could only lift her head to look at the door. That was when she saw five or six members of the hidden clan, dressed in black clothes with blue edges and wrapped in black headscarves, walking in.