Chapter 116 McNeil's car pulled up outside Quantum Core Technologies just as the others arrived.
The headlights swept across the pavement, illuminating the building as if it were midday. Violet slid into the front seat, buckled her seatbelt, and watched as Curtis opened the passenger door for Victoria.
She never imagined she'd run into Victoria again—and with another man, no less.
Violet glanced over at McNeil. His hand was resting on the steering wheel, but his eyes were fixed on Curtis and Victoria standing by the curb.
With a faint, knowing smile, Violet said, "That's Victoria." McNeil didn't react.
"I didn't expect her to start working at Quantum Core," Violet continued, keeping a close eye on McNeil's expression. "When she first con as Mr. Garcia's assistant, I actually thought you'd recommended her." "It wasn't me," McNeil said flatly, his gaze still tracking Victoria as she got into Curtis's car.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtViolet kept her tone light, but her words were measured. "I figured as much. Still, it's impressive-Victoria really surprised me. I always thought she was just good at running a household, but she's turned out to be a real powerhouse at work. You missed quite a show at the company gala the other night-thanks to your injury, of course. Victoria's speech was incredible. The whole room was captivated-she was so confident, so charismatic. And the dress she wore? Let's just say she had every man in the place hanging on her every word. Honestly, even I couldn't look away." She exaggerated for effect, but McNeil remained silent.
Violet pressed on. "And look at Curtis. Honestly, I think he's got a thing for Victoria. She's smart, accomplished, beautiful-it's only natural he'd be interested." McNeil's hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles whitening, tendons standing out as if he might snap the steering wheel in two.
Up ahead, Curtis's car signaled, taillights flashing before it slowly merged into the stream of traffic.
McNeil hit the gas, and the car surged forward-maybe a bit rougher than necessary.
Violet's lips curved in a small, secretive smile.
Victoria-she really does have that allure. Too bad, Violet thought, she's using it in all the wrong ways.
Curtis, meanwhile, hadn't even noticed McNeil's car behind him.
He and Victoria spent the drive immersed in talk about their project, and the more they spoke, the more Curtis realized just how talented she was.
Halfway home, Victoria's phone rang. It was Yasmine.
She answered, then apologized to Curtis, asking if he could pull over.
"My cousin's coming to pickup. Thank you for the ride, Mr. Garcia." Before getting out, Victoria had texted Yasmine, arranging for her to intercept them en route.
For one, Curtis was McNeil's friend-and it was clear he was interested in her as more than just a colleague.
For another, Victoria wanted to keep her personal life under wraps. Whether as McNeil's ex-wife or as Simms's biological daughter, neither family wanted to acknowledge her, and she'd rather leave those ties behind.
She was a Turner now-Ms. Turner. Not Mrs. Langford, and certainly not Simms's daughter.
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Curtis didn't protest. "Of course." He wasn't the type to pressure anyone, especially a married woman. As much as he liked Victoria, he wasn't about to interfere with her marriage.
He could handle the rumors-Victoria's career was just getting started, and he reputation want to jeopardize her reputation. If she really was going to get divorced, as Violet suggested, he figured he could wait until things were official before pursuing her. Yasmine arrived quickly, and Victoria switched cars after saying goodbye to Curtis.
It was late-well past midnight-and Victoria was exhausted, stifling yawns as her eyelids grew heavy.
Turner Manor finally cinto view. Just as the gates opened, kerphone litup with a call from McNeil. She glanced at the screen and immediately declined the call.
But he was persistent. He called again. And again. And again.
At last, Victoria's patience snapped, and she answered, exasperated. "What do you want?" "Gwyn wants to talk to you," McNeil said.