Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband Chapter 492
Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband
Chapter 492 Veronicaâs Masochism âPlease, please, have a seat.â Patrick looked like a servant welcoming his master. Quest pulled a face and pointed at Veronica. He asked, âIs she an employee here? She insulted a client. She has no manners at all. I demand an explanation.â
Patrick knew what had happened. Someone told him earlier. He glanced at Veronica and frowned deeply. Now he thought Veronica was nothing but trouble.
âNo wonder she insulted the client. So, she used to be a model.â âAnd Mrs. Kingsâ god-granddaughter too. Probably got kicked out or something.â
âSheâs a scheming woman. Sheâs probably trying to marry Matthew too. Just being a god-
granddaughter isnât enough for her.â âSheâs pretty. Has that mature woman feel. And she has that good vibe too. So, sheâs a good fit as a model.â
âAs if. She looks like a succubus out for someoneâs money.â
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The salespeople were whispering among themselves, though it was loud enough for Veronica to hear.
Patrick was furious due to the turn of events. If looks could kill, he would have murdered Veronica on the spot. However, when he turned to Quest again, he was all smiles. âSorry, Mr. Lemilo. Sheâs a newbie. She doesnât know the rules well.â He roared at Veronica, âDonât just stand there! Apologize!â
He wanted to get into Veronicaâs pants and just got some money from Kelly. It would be embarrassing for him if he had to fire her now, or he wouldnât have tried to appease Quest.
Veronica knew Quest was trying to bring her down, but she needed this job. She had to apologize, even though she didnât want to. âOf course, Mr. Lemilo. Itâs my fault for insulting her. Sorry, Mia. I was being presumptuous. I thought you were going to pay for it yourself. But if itâs your brother paying for it, then, of course, heâll buy the million-dollar car. After allâ¦â She drawled, âWe can see how much he loves you.â
She was pushing them into a corner. Veronica apologized to them and praised Quest for spoiling his sugar baby. If he ended up buying the cheaper car, that would only mean he didnât love her enough.
Mia had no idea what Veronica was trying to do, but she played along. âOf course. Quest is nice to me.
He doesnât care about cheap cars either. Only the best gets his interest.â
Mia was young, beautiful, and a popular model. Of course, she was aiming to reach greater heights, or she wouldnât have dated Quest. She would only get the most expensive things. She might have a grudge against Veronica, but all she wanted now was to get something from Quest. After considering her options, she put her grievance aside and said, âWell, you did apologize. I suppose I can let youââ
âNo!â Quest was here to humiliate Veronica. Therefore, he wouldnât let it go that easily as he rudely pointed at her face. âYou insulted my sister, and that means you insulted me! So, you either grovel before me, or you slap yourself. Or Iâll make you pay, you hear?â
âSo, youâre saying youâll buy the car if I just slap myself, are you? And youâll give all the commission to me?â she asked him, much to everyoneâs surprise. They thought she would be mad about it.
Her words stupefied everyone. They never thought Veronica would go so far just to sell a car.
âJust some slaps? No. Iâll record a video while you slap yourself.â Quest kept pushing it.
Everyone kept quiet and watched the show unfurl.
Mia knew Quest was getting back at her, and he promised he would buy the car if Veronica would slap herself. Naturally, she was more than happy to witness this.
âSure. How many slaps? How far should I go before youâre satisfied?â she asked calmly.
âWhen your face is swollen whole.â He sneered darkly.
Veronica took her phone out and turned the camera on. Finally, she handed it to Hanson and instructed, âRecord it for me.â
Hanson took it dumbly, and his jaw dropped in surprise.
Mia wouldnât let this chance pass. She took her phone out and started recording too. Iâm going to post this to my wall. She stood beside Hanson and started recording.
âI shouldnât have said Mia couldnât afford the million-dollar car. That was rude of me, Mr. Lemilo. I shouldnât have looked down on both of you, and I apologize for that. But you promised youâd buy the car if I apologize by slapping my face until itsâ swollen. So donât go back on your word,â she repeated herself, a hint of cunning gleaming in her eyes.
âI never go back on my word.â Quest straightened his suit out and smirked. He thought a girl like Veronica would just stop after a slap or two, but he underestimated her.
She looked up and raised her hand, and then she swung it hard at her cheeks. She slapped herself right in front of everyone, and the slap was audible. Her head turned to the side from the impact.
The crowd was shocked. They had seen a lot of stuff in their lives, but this was their first time seeing a woman torturing herself like that.
Veronica stuck her thumb out and wiped the blood off the corner of her lips. She rubbed it on her index finger, and the crowd saw some crimson liquid spreading across her finger.
âSheâs bleeding? Wow, thatâs one tough woman.â
âGod. Itâs just one sale. She didnât have to go so far.â
âLook at her face. I can see the mark. Oh no, itâs swollen.â
âMy god, itâs really swollen. This is terrifying.â
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Veronica took a tissue out of her pocket and wiped the blood away from her fingers. She looked at Quest, a smile curling her lips. âAre you satisfied, Mr. Lemilo?â
Quest had seen many people in his life, but Veronica was the most formidable woman he had ever seen. He felt a little mortified. âI meant you gotta slap both sides of your face.â He sneered.
Mia, who had been delighting herself in this, agreed, âYeah, thatâs what he meant! This is a half-done job.â Patrick wasnât the manager for nothing. He knew these guys were out for Veronica, but he kept quiet and let things unfurl.
âVery well. As you wish.â She brushed her messy fringe as if she didnât feel the slap earlier. Then, a moment later, she slapped the other cheek as hard as she slapped herself the first time. Everyone could hear the slap, but none spoke. Veronica might be beating herself, but she was standing with her head held high.
Her face was swollen, and blood was trickling down the corner of her lips, but she wasnât even flinching from the pain. Instead, the air around her felt tense and suffocating, as if the sight of her alone struck fear in everyoneâs hearts.