Chapter 825 Meanie
Crayson did not answer Veronica’s question. Instead, he continued smoking his pipe while his gaze remained on Matthew as the latter walked upstairs. His gaze made Veronica’s heart skip a beat. He can’t have suspected Matthew’s identity, can he?
“You’ve been working with Iron Pillar for quite some time now. How do you find him?” Crayson avoided her question and diverted his attention onto Matthew. Feeling that something was amiss, Veronica replied, “Well, he’s honest and kind. He’s alright. Why do you ask?”
“Eleanor has been trying to get close to him lately. I don’t know what she’s playing at, so you’d better be on guard.”
“Haha.” While letting out a snort, Veronica grabbed a teacup on the table and stood up. She then took a sip of tea before saying, “Based on your deduction, I think that you’ve underestimated Eleanor. If she wanted to start with Iron Pillar, she would have been too obvious—anyone can tell from her actions and words.”
Although she wanted to say that Eleanor simply fancied Matthew, she could not bring herself to say so.
“Yeah.” Nodding in agreement, Crayson then shook his head. “Sigh. I was thinking about this too. In that case, why did she approach Iron Pillar? I don’t think she wants to learn cooking from him, does she?”
“In any case, beware of Iron Pillar from now on. Don’t leak any important information to him. That way, he won’t be worth much to Eleanor,” Veronica suggested. She then continued, “Let’s observe things for now. Then, we’ll handle any problems when they arise. We can’t panic because of this.”
“You have a point.” Crayson then took a drag from his pipe. As smoke came out from his nose and covered his wrinkled face, it made him look even more weathered.
With unknown thoughts in his head, Crayson frowned for a while before looking up. He said, “Oh, I almost forgot. Eleanor has invited you and Iron Pillar to a banquet at the palace tomorrow.” “A banquet?”
Is this a trap? Veronica was unsure of this. “Using Iron Pillar as a guise, they invited you along. I don’t think this is a simple invitation.” Crayson looked at her. “If you don’t want to attend, then don’t go.”
“Of course, I’m going to go.” Veronica nodded instantly. “Aren’t you afraid of them playing dirty?”
“It’s not as if I’m attending it alone, so I don’t have to worry about anything. Besides, with you guys around, Eleanor wouldn’t dare do anything to me.”
She was very sure of this.
“Alright. If you’re so sure about this, let’s go.” At this point, there was no more tobacco in his pipe, so Crayson emptied the ashes into the ashtray before he stood up and left. “Rest early. I’m going to bed now.”
After Crayson went to rest, she remained seated on the sofa, recalling the events that happened recently. Veronica thought about what Eleanor had in store for Matthew and her tomorrow.
Yet, after much consideration, she could not come up with anything concrete.
“Roni, if you’re going to the palace tomorrow, could you bring me along?” Mateo, who had been silent all this while, sat down next to Veronica after Crayson had left.
“Don’t ask me. I can’t decide that for you!”
Veronica pushed him away and pointed at Crayson’s back, hinting that he should speak to his grandfather about this matter. If Crayson agreed, then she would bring him.
After that, she went upstairs, leaving Mateo to sulk alone in the living room.
“Hey, Roni, am I not your brother? Don’t you think you’re being too mean?” Mateo stood up and complained.
After arriving at the staircase, she stopped and turned around with one hand on the railing. “You stinking brat, you still don’t know me well enough. When have I ever been kind?” she said with a smile.