His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 389

Two days later, at the Vanderbilt Group executive office.

Over the last two days, the atmosphere on the top floor had been cold enough to freeze someone to death.

Zachary scampered in and out of the office on high alert, too afraid to even breathe heavily.

Miles happened to be passing by the building. Ordering two iced Americanos, he knocked on the office door, swaggered in, and plopped himself down in the chair opposite Archer.

"Archer, your face looks like a storm cloud. Who pissed you off this time?"

He set the coffees on the desk, sliding one over to him.

Archer leaned back in his leather chair, his long fingers rubbing the prayer beads around his wrist, ignoring him completely.

Seeing this, Miles whipped out his phone and booted up a game, muttering to himself, "Weird, why hasn't Virginia been online the past few days? I used to bump into her around this time."

The moment he heard "Virginia," Archer's thumb stalled over his beads, his dark eyes turning even grimmer.

Miles sharply picked up on the shift in mood. Lowering his phone, he leaned in closer. "Did you guys get into a fight? No way, man. Didn't you say you were taking her and Cynthia to that private dining spot just a couple of days ago?"

Archer threw him a look, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

Miles immediately threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll shut up. But you know how stubborn she gets. I can't really help you out here."

He gave a small shrug, grabbed his Americano, and hastily made his exit.

Archer stared at the documents on his desk, unable to absorb a single word. His mind was entirely consumed by the memory of Virginia downing those pills without a moment's hesitation.

For two days straight, Archer hadn't returned to South Hill, choosing instead to crash in the private lounge connected to his office.

...

Friday night, at an upscale private club.

There was an exclusive corporate networking event tonight. As one of the hosts representing the Vanderbilt Group, Archer was naturally in attendance.

He furrowed his brow in blatant displeasure.

"Archer, I heard you've been in a bad mood lately," Mandy murmured, biting her lip in an openly inviting manner. "Virginia is so cold. She has no idea how to take care of a man."

Taking a brazen step, she reached out to grab his sleeve, letting her body fall toward his.

"Archer, honestly, I've adored you for a long time. If you'll just give me a chance, I could be ten times better than her. Whatever you need... I can do it all..."

She tilted her head up slightly, showcasing her deep cleavage.

Pure disgust flashed through Archer's eyes. Taking a half-step back, he easily dodged her, causing Mandy to stumble into thin air and nearly twist her ankle.

"Zachary!" he snapped, too repulsed to even look at her.

Zachary, who had been on standby nearby, marched right over. "Mr. Vanderbilt."

"Miss Sterling is drunk." Archer slammed his wine glass down onto a nearby pillar, his face thunderous. "Take her to the lounge and lock the door. Let her sober up in there!"