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Chapter 992
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Chapter 992 True Amnesia

"The ascension ceremony for the head of the clan is approaching. Once Veronica secures the position,

these people should either leave the hidden clan forever or have their mouths sealed forever," Crayson

said with a dark gaze and a hint of coldness in his eyes. Then, he sighed and turned to look at Mateo,

who was lying unconscious in the hospital room. "Matthew has hurt my grandson like this. I must make

him pay with his own blood!"

"Matthew's existence brings no peace until he is eliminated." Hayley also sighed, deeply worried.

Meanwhile, in the washroom, Veronica stood quietly in there, waiting. As expected, within two minutes,

someone opened the stall door she was in, and it was Xavier.

Although he had a scar on his face, it couldn't conceal his handsome features. Despite scarring his

gorgeous face, it somehow added a sense of ruthlessness and toughness to his appearance. His sharp

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demeanor had the imposing aura of a gang boss, but at this moment, his face softened and was full of

tenderness.

After making eye contact with her, he hugged her tightly. "You scared me. Do you know how concerned

I was when I thought you'd lost your memory?" He was very concerned about her and held onto her

hand tightly as if he wanted to merge her with him.

"I can hardly breathe," Veronica whispered in a low voice.

After hearing that, Xavier finally released her and straightened up, looking at her. "It's good that you're

okay; it's good that you're okay."

At that moment, she noticed that his eyes were red. She decided to tell him the truth because she had

lied to him about Matthew's fake death last time. However, this time, she didn't want to deceive Xavier

again and make him worry.

"Listen, when Matthew wakes up, tell him to find my children's whereabouts immediately. My children

have been brought to the hidden clan by Crayson, and their whereabouts are currently unknown. I'm

afraid he has taken them hostage," Veronica said. Then, she added, "You should avoid me for a while.

Crayson will do anything he can to get rid of you if you show up too often. If that happens, Antheena

will be in danger. Xavier, you've helped me many times. I don't want to owe you any more favors. If you

consider me your friend, it's better to stay away from me for a while." She kept urging him.

"Okay, I understand. Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, his eyes still red.

After hearing that, she pursed her lips and said, "Only you and Matt know about my situation. I don't

want a third person to know."

Only two people know the truth, and I am one of them, which fully validates her faith in me. Xavier felt

that his heart was warm and filled with an inexplicable sense of comfort. "I'll promise you this." He

nodded.

"I should go now, or Crayson will get suspicious," Veronica didn't want to delay any longer. So, she

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pressed the flush button on the toilet, pushed open the stall door, and walked out. After washing and

drying her hands, she walked out of the washroom.

As luck would have it, Crayson stood in the public washroom area, seemingly waiting for her.

When Veronica saw him, she became nervous, but then she thought she had spoken to Xavier in a

very low voice, and he couldn't have heard her. If he did, he wouldn't have the current expression and

reaction. So, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm worried about you." He sighed. "You've never let me rest easy since you were little. You've always

made me worry."

"That's not true," she replied, pursing her lips and trying to act nonchalant before walking away with a

smile.

After that, Crayson followed her, turned around, and looked at the women's washroom with unease

before finally leaving.