NovelUpdateChapter 279 Haley had already gone upstairs.
"Ma'am, I think Mr. McNeil is here," she called out.
Haley always referred to Simms as "Mr. Turner," but to McNeil, she used "Mr. McNeil." Victoria nodded. "Let him in." This was a quiet neighborhood of villas, not just the Turners' hbut several other families lived nearby. Victoria had no intention of disturbing the peace.
With permission, Haley headed out to open the door.
McNeil's car was already parked out front. He was just about to get out when his phone rang.
"Mr. Langford, Ms. Marchand just got out of the car..." McNeil's tone was even. "Are you there?" "No, sir," the driver replied. "She insisted on getting out, and I couldn't stop her. Honestly, it's not a safe area..." McNeil's brows drew together. "Where exactly?" The driver gave him the address.
Upstairs, Victoria stood on the second-floor balcony, watching from above. Haley was already crossing the front yard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuddenly, McNeil's car spun around and sped off, tires screeching.
Haley hadn't even reached the gate before McNeil's car roared away.
"...?" Haley was left standing there, bewildered.
Victoria watched from her window as the car shot down the street, the urgency unmistakable.
If she had to guess, something must have happened with Violet again.
Unbothered, Victoria let the curtain fall back into place, showing no reaction to McNeil's abrupt arrival or departure.
Meanwhile, McNeil told Maynard to drive straight to the address the driver had given.
In the distance, the wail of police sirens echoed. Soon after, he saw someone being escorted into a squad car.
As McNeil approached, he spotted Violet crouched against a wall, trembling.
He slipped off his suit jacket and wrapped it gently around her.
Startled and shaken, Violet looked up and saw McNeil.
"McNeil..." For a moment, all she wanted was to collapse in his arms and sob.
But she held herself back, unwilling to show him her vulnerability. Leaning against the wall, she struggled to her feet.
"What are you doing here?" she managed, her voice betraying a tremor she couldn't hide.
Before she could say anything else, her knees buckled. McNeil caught her and lifted her into his arms, carrying her back to the car.
Nearly half an hour later, Victoria was still waiting. McNeil's car never returned. Finally, she called Maynard. "Ma'am, Ms. Marchand... there was an incident. I don't think Mr. McNeil will be coming back tonight." Just as she'd guessed. Victoria's face remained composed. "Understood."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFor the first time, Victoria felt like she owed Violet a thank you finally, she ve might get a peaceful night's sleep.
Climbing back into bed, she was about to turn off the light when her phone buzzed.
It was Yasmine, surprisingly awake at this late hour.
"Ms. Turner, could you check your email? I just sent you a video file." Victoria knew Yasmine would never disturb her at this hour unless it was important.
Plugging in her laptop, she waited a few moments, then opened her work inbox.
Sure enough, there was a new message. Yasmine had sent it from her personal account.
The video was nearly twenty minutes long. Victoria clicked play.
A woman's voice filled the room: "I'm not Vivian. Yes, I'm an F1 driver, but I'm not the Chinese mechanicalm engineer The woman who won the championship on the track that day-that's the real Vivian. You've got the wrong person. I'm Violet, not the one you're looking for..." Victoria's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Someone tried to leak this video to the media today," Yasmine had m written. We managed to intercept it. Ms. Turner, I thought you'd want to see this." Victoria typed back a brief reply: "Thank you." She downloaded the video, encrypted it, and deleted the message from her inbox.
Only then did Victoria finally settle in for the night, certain she was in for the best sleep she'd had in ages.
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