His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 249

Sensing his distress, Virginia frowned. She subtly shifted her footing, using her body to completely shield Miles from view.

Eleanor sneered and looked away.

She must have been mistaken. If she had ever crossed paths with a boy that stunning and successful, she would have definitely remembered him.

With that thought, the contempt in Eleanor's eyes deepened into outright hostility.

"Mr. Vanderbilt!" Richard suddenly spotted Archer standing in the back. He practically leapt out of his chair, pasting on a sycophantic grin as he bowed slightly and offered his hand with desperate reverence. "What a coincidence! Are you dining here as well? Chloe was just talking about you..."

Archer’s expression remained perfectly glacial. He didn't even glance at Richard's outstretched hand.

"Mr. Sutton. I've heard so much about you."

Richard's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air. He didn't know whether to pull it back or leave it hanging, the fat on his cheeks trembling with profound embarrassment.

Seeing her husband utterly humiliated, Eleanor boiled with rage but lacked the courage to lash out at Archer. So, she aimed her venom directly at Virginia.

"What is wrong with you, you wretched girl?! Why are you standing so close to Archer?"

Virginia’s expression didn't shift. She met the woman's eyes dead-on, fully prepared to fire back.

But before she could speak, Archer suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, seamlessly interlocking his long fingers with hers, entirely unfazed by the staring eyes of everyone in the room.

The man's palm was scorching hot, his grip firm and unyielding. Before she could process what was happening, he pulled her smoothly to his side with a subtle tug.

Virginia’s breath hitched, the intense heat transferring from his hand making the tips of her ears burn.

She tugged subtly to free herself, but failed. His grip only tightened, offering zero room for escape.

Chloe stood just a few feet away, witnessing the entire intimate exchange.

She stared with borderline insanity at their intertwined hands, her nails digging so violently into her palms they nearly drew blood, every drop of color violently drained from her face.

"Archer..."

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