Chapter 9 Pregnant Women Dislike the Smell of Cooking Fumes
Victoria was taken aback for a moment, but soon she lowered her eyes with an air of dignity, "Then I won't disturb you."
She nodded her head and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute, let's eat together before you leave. I want to introduce you to these guys; they've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time."
Isabella held her back, and as they walked out, she said, "You really don't need to be formal. I'm a few years older than you, and since there's no one else in your family, you can treat me as your sister."
Isabella led her to the living room.
The living room was eerily quiet at this point.
Even Alexander closed the cards in his hand, casting a brief glance at the newcomer.
She was dressed in a white blouse and grey trousers, looking sharp but unremarkable.
However, she was pretty, those big eyes, even when she was looking down, were captivating.
"Mr. Alexander."
She stood in the living room, greeting him politely.
Alexander also cooperated, crossing his long legs leisurely, but his face didn't look good.
"Weren't you all eager to meet her? Now that you've seen her, why are you all mute?"
Alexander's deep voice suddenly questioned those around him.
But a faint fragrance reminded him of the night before, the little woman who was panicking under him.
No, her panicked look was like that of an innocent little girl.
"Hi, beauty, I'm William Sullivan."
"Mr. Sullivan."
She nodded.
She knew them all, though not well, she had seen them a few times at dinner. William Sullivan, Edward Sinclair, Benjamin Beaumont, and Sebastian Montague; they were all rich second-generation kids in A City, now holding important positions in their family businesses.
Yes, they were all good friends Alexander had grown up with, almost like brothers.
"Oh, why don't you let our little sister sit down first?"
Isabella spoke up again, still in her soft voice.
But when she said this, indeed, everyone made room for her.
"Thank you, but I actually have an appointment, so I won't disturb you all. Goodbye."
Victoria made an excuse to decline.
"Are you sure you won't stay? I was hoping you could help me cook. You know, pregnant women generally dislike the smell of cooking fumes."
Isabella looked straight at her as she said this.
"I'm sorry, I don't know how to cook. Happy birthday to you, Miss Montgomery; I won't disturb you any longer."
She tried her best to act naturally.
"Well, then, I won't force you to stay."
Isabella finally let her go.
Victoria turned to leave, but suddenly a voice from behind said, "Stop."
The cold voice made her stop in her tracks.
Isabella and his friends all looked at him, and for some reason, Isabella was a bit nervous.
Alexander's dark gaze shot at her, "Be in the office before eight tomorrow."
"Yes."
She immediately agreed with a nod. Wanting to leave, but still restraining herself, she turned to look at him and softly asked, "Alexander, may I leave now?"
Alexander's gaze was exceptionally sharp, sharp enough that she felt like a knife was about to pierce her throat.
She stood there awkwardly and nervously.
"Okay."
He finally let her go.
Victoria turned and immediately strode away.
Back at her place, she shut the door and leaned her back heavily against it, listening to her heart pounding. She could practically taste the humiliation.
So, he was just playing her in front of his friends.
She had always thought he was polite to her.
A call came in, and she numbly pulled the phone out of her pocket and answered, "Hello, Adrian."
"Where are you? I'll pick you up to relax."
"Regal Retreat."
"Regal Retreat? What a coincidence, I'm there too."
Victoria went downstairs and saw a Porsche parked there and immediately walked over.
As soon as she got in the car, Adrian Harrington immediately handed her a mask and sunglasses, then drove out of Regal Retreat.
There was a quiet café by the sea; it was small and usually not crowded, so they found a secluded spot and sat down, then Adrian said somewhat annoyedly, "We're being followed."