His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 320

The conservatory instantly fell silent.

Elias continued, "Mr. Vanderbilt has also arranged a private jet. Upon arriving in France, you will all be checked directly into the penthouse suites at The Royal Palace Hotel. He has also provided a dedicated security team and a private medical staff for the group. So, there is no need to worry about the airfare."

Dead silence swept the room.

A few seconds later, Mrs. Thorne was the first to let out a quiet chuckle.

"Miss Sterling, you should save that ticket money to buy yourself a new purse," she mocked openly, setting her teacup down. "Mr. Vanderbilt's generosity... we are clearly just riding on Ms. Caldwell's coattails here."

"A private jet... that's infinitely better than first class."

"Mr. Vanderbilt is so devoted to Ms. Caldwell. He even makes sure her hobby classes are this luxurious."

The socialites gossiped excitedly, casting envious glances at Virginia.

Virginia paused, setting her bamboo whisk aside, completely abstaining from the conversation.

She had absolutely no idea Archer had arranged any of this.

Mandy's face flushed violently red, as if she had just been slapped in front of a crowd.

She bit down viciously on her lower lip, glaring at Virginia, who was sitting effortlessly in the spotlight. Her new manicure practically dug deep enough to draw blood from her palms.

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At five in the afternoon, the class concluded.

Virginia grabbed her bag and stepped out of the glass conservatory, taking the elevator down to the grand lobby.

Just outside the revolving glass doors, the familiar black Maybach was parked silently by the steps.

Archer leaned casually against the car door, his left thumb rhythmically rubbing the prayer beads on his right wrist.

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