Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband Chapter 835

Chapter 835 Puppet “Tiffany may look like she’s working with Hendrey and Zac, but according to what I know, she has been in frequent contact with Dominik and Liam lately. She might have her plans. She’s too ambitious and uncontrollable.” Crayson frowned deeply, the thin smoke spewing through his breath and barely able to hide the worry on his face.

It hadn’t been a month since his return to the hidden clan. Everything was beyond his control, and that made him feel extra helpless and exhausted.

“Yes, Tiffany is totally out of control. No matter what we arrange for her, she won’t agree to it.” Hayley sighed, but her legs were neatly placed together as she sat on the couch, her back as straight as a ruler. No matter how troubled she was, she still presented herself as a noblewoman.

“Since she’s out of control, how do you deal with her?” Veronica asked curiously as she gazed coolly at the two people sitting opposite her, awaiting their reply.

In reality, Veronica had always felt pissed, but she tried her best to hold it in. The two kept talking about Tiffany being out of control, and it sounded like they thought she was easier to control.

They should’ve known that only puppets were the easiest to control. What did she mean to them, then?

“Tanya’s target this time isn’t just you; it’s Tiffany as well. If nothing goes wrong, she probably won’t be leaving this hunt alive.” Crayson’s tone was grave as he kept puffing his cigarette to ease the turmoil in his mind.

“Don’t you think it’s a pity to give up on the seeded player you’ve raised so carefully for more than 20 years?” Veronica leaned against the couch as she asked, smiling.

Her sarcastic smile pierced through Hayley’s heart.

Hayley knew that Veronica hated them, so she was doing her best to fill in the blanks in their mother-

daughter relationship. However, she hadn’t expected their relationship to grow more distant. She felt helpless about it, and she didn’t quite know where to direct her energy.

“Fate determines all.” Crayson frowned as he spoke sternly. “Veronica, I know you find this unfair, but we’re doing this for your own good. Of course, your mother and I still have to discuss what to do with Tiffany.”

Just as Veronica had said, it was a pity for them to discard the ‘pawn’ they had raised for more than 20 years. “In that case, I guess I should thank you guys.” With that, she got up and walked up the stairs.

“I’m tired, so I’m going up to rest.”

“Come back!” Seeing that she just got up to leave, Crayson put on a dark expression as he gripped the pipe, knocking it heavily against the table. “Madam Hayley has been waiting an entire day for you, but you’re leaving just like that? How rude of you!”

Veronica had just taken a few steps when she paused, then slowly turned around. The fury on her face was replaced by a smile as she said, “Haven’t we discussed everything we needed to?”

“I still have to discuss with you about the hunting festivities,” said Hayley.

“Discuss?” Veronica repeated the word. “Is a discussion with me even necessary? You’ve already decided everything, so you only have to tell me what to do on the day itself. I trust that you won’t just stand by and watch as I die in the hunting event. After all, I have much more worth than Tiffany.”

With that, she turned around and went up the stairs without even looking back.

Mateo looked at her figure with a dark look on his face. Then, he turned to look at Crayson and Hayley.

“I can understand why Roni is mad. It’s unfair of you to treat her like that.” He stood up from the couch as well, and as he was about to leave, he added, “No one in this world would willingly become a puppet.”

Only puppets were controlled by people.

What was the definition of a puppet?

It was nothing more than a soulless doll.

Upstairs, Veronica returned to her room to see that Matthew was already there.

He was sitting at the desk, reading something. When he noticed Veronica’s sullen expression, he got up and walked up to her. He put an arm around her waist and caressed her hair with another hand, asking, “What’s the matter?”