His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 393

Archer sat in the leather chair behind the desk, his legs crossed.

"Thirty percent... Isn't your appetite a bit too large, Mr. Kendrick?"

Liam dropped his smile and leaned forward slightly.

"You think it's too expensive? There is a way around it, actually." Liam stared right at him. "As long as you reconcile with Chloe and stay with her properly, the Kendrick Group will give you this batch of chips for free."

Archer looked at him, his fingers lightly grazing his cufflink.

"You have feelings for Chloe."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.

Liam's expression drastically changed. His feigned arrogance instantly cracked.

"What... what nonsense are you talking about!"

"The three of us grew up together. We know each other better than anyone else." Archer's tone remained flat, his expression entirely unreadable. "When did it start?"

Liam swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. His fingertips trembled slightly.

He thought he had hidden his feelings perfectly. Yet, in front of Archer, he had absolutely nowhere to hide.

"If you like her, you can just go after her directly." Archer stood up, eyeing him with profound depth. "You don't need to use the excuse of 'doing what's best for her' to make these pathetic deals with me."

Liam shot up from the sofa, his face flushing crimson.

He knew better than anyone that Chloe only had Archer in her heart. Archer's words had directly pierced his most agonizing, humiliating wound.

Unable to stay a second longer, he turned and stormed out, looking very much like a man fleeing in defeat.

Archer's expression remained unchanged. He walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Zachary, contact the suppliers in Country D. We'll import everything from overseas."

The massaging fingers paused, and the person leaned forward.

A heavy, pungent rose perfume instantly assaulted Archer's senses.

Virginia always carried the faint, refreshing scent of white tea. Never this.

It wasn't her!

Archer's eyes snapped open. He instinctively turned his head, dodging the touch, and looked back.

Standing behind him was Evelyn Snow, the R&D department's newly hired executive who had returned from overseas.

She wore a tight-fitting white blouse paired with a black pencil skirt—a typical corporate elite outfit. Yet, she sported heavy, seductive makeup, with her voluminous wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. The hem of her skirt barely covered her thighs...

Evelyn hadn't expected such a drastic reaction. A flash of panic crossed her face, but she quickly replaced it with an expression of helpless concern.