President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

The look on her face was so candid that Nick wondered if he was being a little too conservative and petty in that regard.

Nick stood there with a grim face, motionless, as if he were an emotionless statue that people didn’t dare to look directly at.

During the pause between elevator descents, Victoria felt the need to fight properly again for the future of the studio.

When she came to work, she realized that, in many cases, her little face was nothing at all. After all, there was so much he could pay.

“Mr. Andrews, I’d still like to know which style you personally prefer, I’ll try them all, and if you’re really dissatisfied at a later stage, I can do it at no charge.”

Nick no longer knew what words he should use to describe this woman.

He was dumbfounded for a moment, and held his tongue before stifling, “Don’t you have a client?”

Victoria was a little surprised. No wonder, Nick was worried, he would have thought that she would be divided and wouldn’t be able to do his work properly?

Some designers do approach several clients at the same time, but Victoria has never gone for anything but quality.

“Don’t worry about this Mr. Andrews, if I take this order from you, I won’t take any others in the short term, if Mr. Andrews is interested, you can give me five minutes to talk about it in detail.”

“Not interested.”

Nick stepped out first, and Victoria, holding someone up, couldn’t very well chase after him.

She had to hold Wesley up while she waited for the substitute driver to pick him up.

Victoria kept a safe distance from Wesley even though he was drunk except for the stumble she just had.

Not far away, a car’s headlights flashed twice, then the door opened and a delicate-looking woman came down.

Seeing the two of them, the woman lifted her foot and walked over. Without saying a word, she raised her hand to strike at Victoria.

“It’s you right? Always pestering him with questions at the studio and delivering milk tea in the middle of the night? I’ve long seen you in a bad light, what do you want to do tonight while my husband is drunk?”

Victoria’s hands were still holding Wesley up and the slap didn’t go unavoided, leaving her cheeks hot and sore.

The woman’s chest was shaking with anger and her eyes reddened, “I’ve seen a lot of people like you. You just like to go and break up people’s families, and I’m telling you, I have all of Wesley’s money, and you’re not going to get anything by being with him!”

Victoria was so angry that she couldn’t speak. She didn’t go to the studio much but knew there were a few girls in the studio who did like to pester Wesley, maybe some did have that in mind but it wasn’t her.

Wesley seemed to sober up a bit when his wife tossed him around like that and hastily grabbed her wrist, “Amelia, just calm down.”

Amelia shook off his hand as if some nerve had been touched, “How can I be calm! This bitch has no shame, knowing that you are already married, she is still pestering you with all kinds of things. I put up with everything, milk teas, belts but it turns out that tonight on her birthday she even called you out, and you’re still hiding it from me?”

Anger swept through Amelia, and she couldn’t wait to go right ahead and rip Victoria’s face off, “So good looking, and she turns out to be a haphazard seductive vixen!”

Wesley just felt a headache and held her in place, looking at Victoria with an apologetic face, “I’m sorry Tori you go ahead.”

Victoria felt that she did have some bad luck tonight, but that was the senior’s wife after all, should she slap her back? She felt it was inappropriate to do anything about it, so she decided to keep it to herself.

Not far away Nick was sitting in his car with an expressionless face.

From the moment Amelia slapped her, he saw the drama unfold.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Declan also noticed the fracas over there.

The original mate, clearly depressed, pointed at the man and cursed, while the man hugged her and gently coaxed her, while Victoria looked out of sorts.

It was amazing that such a young and beautiful girl would be a mistress.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Declan sighed a little thinking that.

Nick coldly withdrew his eyes and said to Declan, “Drive.”