Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

newbie. She doesn’t know the rules well.” He roared at Veronica, “Don’t just stand there! Apologize!”

He wanted to get into Veronica’s pants and just got some money from Kelly. It would be embarrassing

for him if he had to fire her now, or he wouldn’t 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 didn’t want to. “Of course, Mr. Lemilo. It’s my fault for insulting her. Sorry, Mia. I was

being presumptuous. I thought you were going to pay for it yourself. But if it’s your brother paying for it,

then, of course, he’ll buy the million-dollar car. After all…” She drawled, “We can see how much he

loves you.”

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 didn’t love her enough.

Mia had no idea what Veronica was trying to do, but she played along. “Of course. Quest is nice to me.

He doesn’t care about cheap cars either. Only the best gets his interest.”

Mia was young, beautiful, and a popular model. Of course, she was aiming to reach greater heights, or

she wouldn’t 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, “Well, you did apologize. I suppose I can let you—”

“No!” Quest was here to humiliate Veronica. Therefore, he wouldn’t let it go that easily as he rudely

pointed at her face. “You insulted my sister, and that means you insulted me! So, you either grovel

before me, or you slap yourself. Or I’ll make you pay, you hear?”

“So, you’re saying you’ll buy the car if I just slap myself, are you? And you’ll give all the commission to

me?” she asked him, much to everyone’s 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.

“Just some slaps? No. I’ll record a video while you slap yourself.” 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.

“Sure. How many slaps? How far should I go before you’re satisfied?” she asked calmly.

“When your face is swollen whole.” He sneered darkly.

Veronica took her phone out and turned the camera on. Finally, she handed it to Hanson and

instructed, “Record it for me.”

Hanson took it dumbly, and his jaw dropped in surprise.

Mia wouldn’t let this chance pass. She took her phone out and started recording too. I’m going to post

this to my wall. She stood beside Hanson and started recording.

“I shouldn’t have said Mia couldn’t afford the million-dollar car. That was rude of me, Mr. Lemilo. I

shouldn’t have looked down on both of you, and I apologize for that. But you promised you’d buy the

car if I apologize by slapping my face until its’ swollen. So don’t go back on your word,” she repeated

herself, a hint of cunning gleaming in her eyes.

“I never go back on my word.” 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.

“She’s bleeding? Wow, that’s one tough woman.”

“God. It’s just one sale. She didn’t have to go so far.”

“Look at her face. I can see the mark. Oh no, it’s swollen.”

“My god, it’s really swollen. This is terrifying.”

…

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. “Are you satisfied, Mr. Lemilo?”

Quest had seen many people in his life, but Veronica was the most formidable woman he had ever

seen. He felt a little mortified. “I meant you gotta slap both sides of your face.” He sneered.

Mia, who had been delighting herself in this, agreed, “Yeah, that’s what he meant! This is a half-done

job.” Patrick wasn’t the manager for nothing. He knew these guys were out for Veronica, but he kept

quiet and let things unfurl.

“Very well. As you wish.” She brushed her messy fringe as if she didn’t 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 wasn’t even flinching

from the pain. Instead, the air around her felt tense and suffocating, as if the sight of her alone struck

fear in everyone’s hearts.