His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 392

After entering the room, Virginia walked straight into the walk-in closet. She stopped in front of the innermost cabinet, pulled open the second-to-last drawer, and took out the dark blue striped tie he needed. She turned and handed it to him.

Throughout the entire process, she didn't meet his eyes, nor did she speak a single word to him.

They headed back downstairs.

Virginia sat down next to the kids. Archer hesitated for a moment before taking a seat in a single armchair, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his dark eyes.

Miles finished a round of his game and sat up straight.

His eyes darted back and forth. On one side was his buddy, exuding a freezing aura and refusing to speak. On the other side was Virginia, head down, building her blocks and acting as if the man didn't even exist.

He rubbed his nose. The air conditioning in the living room felt way too strong today; a cold chill was creeping down his spine.

"Uh, so, Virginia, Archer, I stayed up way too late playing ranked matches last night, and I'm exhausted. I'm gonna go back to my room to catch up on some sleep." Miles grabbed his phone and bolted back to his room in a flash.

Only the two adults and the two children, who were completely absorbed in their building blocks, remained in the living room.

Archer leaned back against the sofa, his eyes locked on Virginia.

But she remained solely focused on the Lego pieces in her hands, never giving him a single spare glance.

...

Late the next afternoon.

Inside a private dining room at The Gilded Peony, a highly exclusive, upscale restaurant.

Several exquisite dishes were arranged on the round table, with a plate of steamed leopard coral grouper taking center stage.

Carlton Lambert sat next to Archer, proactively picking up a decanter to pour him a glass of red wine.

"Archer, why are you alone today? Dr. Caldwell didn't join you?" Carlton set the decanter down with a cheerful smile.

Archer paused, then picked up his glass, tilted his head back, and downed the wine in one gulp.

The spicy liquid burned its way down his throat. The alcohol stung his throat and stomach, yet it did nothing to suppress the intense frustration boiling within him.

...

Early the next morning, inside the CEO's office at the Vanderbilt Group.

Zachary Cole stood in front of the desk, holding a stack of files. He was subconsciously frowning as he delivered his report.

"Mr. Vanderbilt, the Kendrick Group suddenly raised the price of their chip supply by thirty percent. They've been aggressively acquiring several small and medium-sized chip manufacturing plants domestically. It looks like they're trying to monopolize the local market..."

Archer wore a pristine white button-down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, and his platinum cufflinks gleamed with a cold light.

"Call Liam Kendrick."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, inside Meeting Room Three at the Vanderbilt Group.

Liam Kendrick wore a loud, patterned shirt. He sat haphazardly on the sofa, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose with an incredibly punchable smirk.

"Archer, what did you need to see me about?"