The Life Of A Billionaires Wife

The Life Of A Billionaire’s Wife Chapter 141

Chapter 141

“Rules are rules, and we are not going to break them just because of you. I can‘t give you special treat ment,” Matthew stubbornly insisted.

“Heh, you are right,” Veronica said agreeably before continuing. “How about this? I‘ll have the manager put my bill under your tab, and you can reimburse it for me when you are available!”

Veronica knew that Matthew was a man who stringently abided by his principles. As he had mentioned, he would not bend the rules of the club for her. There were strictly no late payments, no discounts, and no promotions allowed at Twilight Club.

Since that was the case… perhaps the reason Matthew did not give her a discount was because he wa nted to reimburse her bill!

Contrary to what Veronica was hoping for, Matthew nonchalantly replied, “You are the one who owes my club money. Why would I reimburse it on your behalf?”

Upon hearing his words, she was dumbstruck for a few seconds before her own temper flared. “Matthew,” she began to chide. “Can‘t you sympathize with me? You‘re not short of money, so this bill wouldn‘t have made a difference to you even if I paid for it. Do you know how hard it is to earn my own keep? How can someone as poor as I possibly pay such a huge sum? You are such a bully!”

“You ordered the most expensive drinks despite being aware of how poor you are financially. You bit off more than you could chew,” Matthew calmly answered, unaffected by her outburst.

“… I only did it because I thought that you would give me a discount.”

Matthew then continued, “So, you just assumed that I would give you a discount without prior understa nding? You‘re too arrogant, Veronica.”

“I…” Veronica was rendered almost speechless by Matthew‘s rebuttal. However, she still managed to keep her temper at bay as she asked through clenched teeth; “Let‘s just get straight to the point. Are you giving me a discount or not?” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“I don‘t like repeating my words,” Matthew replied in a cool tone.

Immediately after hearing his reply, Veronica went off on him. “Matthew Kings, you human scum! F*ck y ou. You better watch your back from now on. “God brother‘ my ass. All you do is use people. You turn y our back on me as soon as you find out that I

can‘ı give you anything in return. You are inhuman,” she viciously spat before continuing

“Hmph. I‘ll remember what happened today for the rest of my life. You no longer are my brother from to day onward. You don’t deserve to be my brother. No, wait blame me for being poor. It is my fault for not being on your lev el.” Veronica was boiling inside, and without giving Matthew a chance to say another word, she hung u p the phone after venting her anger.

However, her anger still had yet to subside, so she stood by the door and tilted her head upward to look at the starry night sky. With that, she gradually sobered up as the gentle night breeze blew in her face.

At that moment, Veronica kept replaying what Matthew had said to her just moments ago. You ordered the most expensive drinks despite being aware of how poor you are financially. You bit off more than yo u could chew. So, you just assumed that I would give you a discount without prior understanding? You‘r e too arrogant, Veronica.

In fact, Matthew was right.

She had arrogantly thought that Matthew would give her special treatment because they had gotten closer to each other recently af ter living under the same roof.

On the contrary, he betrayed her brutally.

Hence, Veronica knew for a fact that the reason behind the change in his attitude toward her was because she would be leaving Bloomstead soon— which meant that he wouldn‘t be able to use her as one of his many pawns anymore.

Naturally, Matthew didn‘t see the need to spare another glance at someone who had no value whatsoe ver to him.

Cruel and calculative was the nature of businessmen after all.

It was her mistake for being too naive.

Multiple thoughts ran through her head before she mockingly laughed at herself. While shaking her hea d, she took a deep breath and decided to make her way back into the club.

Now that she was standing in front of the counter, she took a proper look at the bill, only to spot a series of ridiculous–looking numbers that were waiting for her to pay up.

1,023,991.22! How could it be so expensive?!

No wonder Matthew is such a wealthy man. He probably earned it all from scamming the patrons of his club, Veronica glumly thought while passing her credit card to the cashier with trembling hands.

The cashier reached out to take the card, only to meet Veronica‘s resistance as she tightly held onto he r card.

Veronica meekly peeked at the woman standing behind the counter, and in a low voice, she pleaded, “ Pretty lady, can‘t you give me a discount for old time‘s sake? Do it for your ex–colleague, hmm?”

Veronica used to work at Twilight Club prior to this, which was why the other employees knew her even though she had ‘changed‘ her face.

Even if they didn‘t know her personally, most of them knew about her and had at least gossiped about her once.

“Big Ron,” the woman apologetically called out with a professional smile on her face. “I‘m really sorry, but those are the rules. I can‘t give you a discount. Why don‘t you let go so that I can proceed with the payment?”

She attempted to take the card from Veronica again, but it still remained glued to Veronica‘s fingers.

Veronica gave it another thought before eventually deciding that there was no point in holding on. Desp ite the pain she was feeling in her chest, she sighed and surrendered. “Fine. I‘ll get Mr. Crawford to pay. I ain‘t got a penny on me.”

She then thrusted the card back into her pocket before walking back to the private room she and Xavier had spent their time in.

As she stepped into the room, she was greeted by the sight of the top hostess, whom she had hired to entertain Xavier, singing at the top of her lungs, while two hosts were playing a drinking game on their o wn. Xavier, on the other hand, was dead to the world from all the alcohol he had drunk.

Veronica could feel the corner of her lips twitch as she looked at the four of them having the time of thei r life.

She then lowered her head and stared at the card in her hand. Preparing for the incoming hurt from sp ending a huge amount of money, she turned and went to the cashier. “Just swipe my card. Do it fast bef ore I start regretting this,” she urged after

loudly slapping her card on the table.

“Alright. Please hold on.” The cashier swiftly swiped the card at the card swipe machine, and after letting Veronica key her password in, it only took less than a minute for the pa yment to go through.

Reality finally sank in when the cashier handed her the receipt of the payment. The pain from seeing th e total amount of over 1 million was so real she could cry.

After keeping the receipt, she returned to the private room. Then, using her phone to hire a designated driver, she supported Xavier up all the way to his car. By the time they had reached his car, the driver was already there.

“Good evening. May I know where you are heading to?” the driver asked.

Only then did she realize that she had no clue where Xavier was staying, but still she instructed, “A hot el. Get me to the nearest hotel.”

In response, the driver threw a side glance at Twilight Club and asked, “Isn‘t this place both a hotel and

“Just go. Find somewhere cheap for me. It would be best if you can find a place that charges around 50

“Ah, alright. I know a place that you can spend the night in for only 50 dollars.”

“That‘s great. Let‘s head there now,” she urged.

“Alright,” the driver replied briefly and began to drive.

They soon arrived at an old and worn– out hotel in the outskirts of town. After verifying with the receptionist, the room was confirmed to only cos

After the driver and Veronica both brought Xavier up to a room and placed him in the bed, Veronica mad

“Do you need me to bring you back into the city?” the driver asked as soon as they stepped out of the ho

Instead of answering the question, Veronica tossed a question back at him. “It is not my car. Where am

“Alright. If that is the case, I will be charging you for the one–way trip we made,” he reminded.

“How much is it?”

“That will be 65 dollars,” the driver told her after checking.

“What?!” Veronica stood there agape with disbelief, “65? Why is it so expensive?”

Due to the fact that she didn‘t own a car, and neither had she ever required the service of a designated driver, she was completely clueless about the fees of hiring a d

Since what‘s done was done, she could only take this as a lesson to get a taxi instead of a designated d

“Yup,” the driver replied. “That is the standard fee the company charges.”

Hearing his reply, Veronica heaved heavily, “Alright, alright.” She couldn‘t possibly refuse to pay after us

But that was not the end of it.

She still had to find a way to go back to her own place. Even though she was unwilling to go through ano which cost her around 30 dollars.