Loving You In Secret (Vicky and Tyler) novel Chapter 9

Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 9

The dial tone rang, but no one picked up the phone.

Five minutes later, Vicky Shaw tried calling Tyler Hart once more. This time, the busy tone appeared once the dial tone rang once. Thinking he was busy with work, she decided to stop for a while.

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She tried again half an hour later, but the result was the same. Tyler rejected her call without any hesitation. It was then Vicky realized Tyler purposely refused to answer her call.

After taking a deep breath, she called a taxi and decided to go to Hart Corporation to look for him. Frankly, she did not truly want to ask Tyler for help. Nonetheless, she could not just desert Cece as she was the only person who was nice to her after she woke up from the car crash.

From Cece, she knew she used to be a notable young lady. After all, the Shaw family used to be a reputable family three years ago, but for some unknown reason, her family collapsed in just one night.

Vicky tried to investigate the reason from her diary and published news. There were less than ten people on her contact list, and neither of them had the same family name as her. Since she lost her family, she did not know who else could help her other than Tyler.

When she entered Hart Corporation, two of the front desk women stopped her. One of them asked, “Hi, Miss. Who are you looking for?”

Vicky stopped walking. “I’m looking for Tyler Hart.”

The women’s smiles disappeared as they looked at her curiously. “May I know what business you have with our CEO?”

Vicky looked at them and answered, “It’s regarding a very pressing matter.”

The other front desk girl frowned. “Do you have an appointment?”

Well, Vicky did not have an appointment. Since she was in a hurry, she straightforwardly responded, “I’m Missus Hart. Don’t you know me?”

The front desk women exchanged looks with each other. Clearly, they never saw the legendary Missus Hart. News regarding upper-class society was never within the reach of white-collar classmen like them.

The front desk girl thought for a while and said, “We have an order from the CEO that no one is allowed to enter without an appointment. If you truly are Missus Hart, why don’t you call our CEO? We have to go by the book and let you in only when he says so.”

Without a choice, Vicky could only try to call Tyler again.

Beep, beep, beep!

No one picked up the phone like before. Soon, it got cut off automatically because it rang for too long.

The front desk women looked at her with contempt as though she was dirty.

One of them, having noticed Vicky’s pretty face, grew jealous and sarcastically remarked, “What a joke. To think that Missus Hart can’t even get Mister Hart to answer the phone… Who are you trying to fool?”

“Do you think you can meet our CEO as you wished? How cheap can a mistress be these days?”

“You think you can seduce our CEO just because you’re pretty. I’ve seen many sl*ts like you, but none of them are so shameless to call herself Missus Hart.”

Their voices were not too loud; just enough to let Vicky hear how they despised her. Vicky did not expect to be treated so rudely and disrespectfully when she was, in fact, Missus Hart.

It had been three years since she married Tyler, and not even the employee of Hart Corporation could recognize her.

Vicky asked, “Is he here now?”

The front desk girl coldly replied, “I’m sorry. The company prohibits us from disclosing our CEO’s whereabouts to outsiders.”