2113 North Wallace Street.
Veronica's eyes widened, instinctively disbelieving. "Dexter had someone chop off one of Frank's arms? Are you sure?"
Fiona nodded heavily, her face completely serious.
Veronica looked at Fiona, unable to accept this fact, unable to imagine someone like Dexter doing such a thing. "You said he sort of admitted it to you? What does that mean? Did he admit it or not?"
Fiona thought for a moment and organized her words. "He didn't directly admit he did it, but he indirectly admitted it."
Veronica: "???? Tell me in detail."
Fiona didn't waste time and described the encounter with Dexter that morning as accurately as possible.
After listening.
Veronica subconsciously opened the beer in her hand, gulp gulp, downing half the can in one breath. "Go on."
Fiona did so, talking about Lip being kidnapped.
Once the chatterbox opened, Fiona's big mouth rambled on non-stop, tracing back all the way to the very beginning. "Back then, he invited me to work at his restaurant. It should be from that day that he started targeting me, targeting the Gallagher family."
"Do you remember the requirements he made of me then?"
"If I accepted that job, I had to draw a clear line with Lip and the others."
"Thinking about it now, proposing such a requirement, he clearly wanted to break up my family."
Saying this, Fiona lit another cigarette and took a few fierce drags. "Later, I refused, and he immediately hired you."
"Not long after that, we gradually stopped interacting."
"Think about it carefully, is that normal? He knew clearly we were best friends... The reason he did that, his goal was just one thing, to separate us!"
"He succeeded!"
Fiona said through gritted teeth, "V, I admit, part of the reason we separated was me... but the main reason lies with him!"
"Dexter is a devil, a scumbag!"
Hearing this.
The expression on Veronica's face was indescribably complicated.
The always smiling, seemingly very nice Dexter, was actually such an evil guy who would even kidnap and chop people?
The amount of information was too large. Veronica really couldn't digest it all at once. At the same time, she instinctively felt fear towards Dexter.
If Dexter was such a person...
Then if she offended Dexter, wouldn't she possibly get her arm chopped off? Maybe even lose her life?
Veronica couldn't help thinking about this, immediately trembling slightly uncontrollably.
The fact was, don't look at how strong Veronica was at home and at the Alibi; when really encountering trouble, Veronica was actually very cowardly.
Because of cowardice...
Veronica even thought about quitting her job and staying far away from Dexter. Anyway, having worked for so long, she already had quite a bit of money...
"You suddenly telling me all this, what for?" A long time later, Veronica, suddenly regretting very much listening to Fiona's long speech, asked with a headache.
"I miss you," Fiona's eyebrows twitched slightly as she said this. "There's a misunderstanding between us. I think you should know what's going on."
Veronica raised her hand to rub her forehead, thinking again and again. "I need to think about it properly. Let's talk another day."
Fiona understood and didn't force it, nodding. "Okay."
Before long.
The two separated. Veronica went home, and Fiona returned to the Gallagher house directly from the small path behind.
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Veronica's house.
Having so much terrifying information forcibly stuffed into her head, Veronica was in no mood to discuss wedding matters with Vivian and Svetlana.
Not long after.
"Sorry, something urgent came up. Let's stop here for tonight..." Veronica found an excuse and sent Vivian and Svetlana away.
As soon as Vivian and the other left, Veronica immediately collapsed onto the sofa, poured herself a glass of red wine, downed a few mouthfuls fiercely, forcing herself to calm down.
Having heard so much from Fiona, as of now, Veronica was truly afraid of Dexter.
In the face of this fear, red wine didn't have much effect.
About two minutes later.
Veronica hurriedly took out her phone and called Kevin. "Kevin, something happened, come back immediately!"
Kevin, who was having fun with the drunkards at the Alibi, heard this and panicked instantly, his expression changing drastically. "What happened?"
"Can't explain clearly on the phone, come back right now!" Facing Kevin, Veronica was as domineering as ever.
"Okay," Kevin truly loved Veronica. Without wasting words, he responded, hung up, and turned to Kermit. "Kermit, the bar is yours. I'll be back in a while. You can drink for free."
Hearing this, Kermit grinned instantly. "No problem."
Kevin ran like the wind, rushing out of the Alibi, getting in his car, and hurrying home.
Not spending much time.
Kevin rushed into the house in a panic, shouting, "Veronica!"
"Stop shouting, come, sit down," Veronica was still sitting on the sofa, her dark face tense as she turned to speak to Kevin.
Kevin had already seen Veronica and quickly looked her over. Finding Veronica unharmed, he was very puzzled, sitting on the sofa while asking, "What happened? Are you hurt? Or Ethel or Jonah?"
Veronica shook her head. "No one is hurt. Don't worry, listen to me."
The silly and cute Kevin was still very obedient. "Go ahead."
"Not long ago, Fiona came over and told me some very scary things," Veronica didn't dawdle, getting straight to the point. "About Dexter."
Kevin's IQ was also limited, not understanding. "????? Just because of this, you called me back?"
Veronica widened her eyes. "Fiona said Dexter had someone kidnap Lip, and that person almost killed Lip. Fiona also said Frank's right arm was chopped off by someone Dexter hired!"
Boom.
"????" Kevin's head exploded, bewildered, disbelieving. "Are you kidding? How could Dexter do such a thing? Why are you interacting with Fiona again?"
"I didn't believe it either, but Fiona said Dexter sort of admitted it to her," Veronica added with an incredibly solemn tone.
Kevin: "????? What exactly is going on, tell me properly!"
Veronica did so, retelling what Fiona said basically completely without stopping.
Done, she added.
"What Fiona said is well-founded. Too many things have indeed happened to the Gallagher family in the past year or so..."
"This is why I called you back. What should we do?"
Kevin was even more bewildered, his head buzzing, instinctively raising his hand to scratch his head, unable to speak for a moment.
Veronica didn't urge him, waiting quietly.
A long time later.
Kevin took out a cigarette, lit one, took a few fierce drags, and finally spoke. "You say what should we do, what do you mean?"
Hearing this, Veronica said anxiously immediately, "Dexter is this kind of person. How can I still work in the restaurant? And how can you partner with him?"
"We should stay as far away from him as possible."