His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 528

Seeing him completely utterly unfazed by her desperate advances, Evelyn's panic skyrocketed. Without a second thought, she reached out, frantically trying to grab him.

But he smoothly sidestepped, easily dodging her touch like she was a plague.

She clenched her fists in furious unwillingness, yet her face looked pitifully fragile. She stared up at him, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to fall.

They say a woman's tears are her greatest weapon.

This trick had worked for her a hundred times out of a hundred. She absolutely refused to believe that Archer was the sole exception, that he could remain this cold-blooded!

Just as Archer's patience was about to utterly self-destruct, the elevator doors at the far end of the hallway dinged open.

Zachary strode rapidly down the hall carrying the suit bag. The second he saw this scene, his scalp practically went numb with terror.

"Boss..."

Archer's dark eyes were bottomless. His long, elegant fingers casually rolled the prayer beads on his wrist, and his voice was dead calm, completely stripped of emotion.

"Zachary. Remove her."

"Notify HR. Evelyn Snow has blatantly disregarded company protocol. Terminate her immediately." The man's tone was entirely flat, yet every single syllable radiated sheer ruthlessness. "Furthermore, issue an industry-wide blacklisting notice under the Vanderbilt Group's name."

The moment those words dropped, Evelyn's face turned completely ashen. She collapsed into Zachary's grip like a ragdoll, her eyes dead and vacant, completely losing the ability to even force out a sob.

An industry-wide blacklist from the Vanderbilts meant that in the domestic AI chip sector, she was officially a dead woman walking. She would absolutely never find another relevant job for the rest of her life...

"Mr... Mr. Vanderbilt! I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong! I'm begging you, please don't do this to me!"

Archer completely ignored her frantic, screaming pleas for mercy. He grabbed the suit bag and slammed the door shut with a violent bang.

The suite fell into dead silence once more. He spun around and headed straight back into the bathroom.

...

It was already the dead of night by the time Archer returned to the South Hill villa.

The snow in the corners of the courtyard had yet to melt, and the winter wind howled viciously.

Just then, a knock echoed through the room.

Helena walked in carrying a celadon bowl of hot soup. "Archer, are you still working?"

She placed the bowl on the corner of his desk, asking casually.

"Almost done." Archer pulled off his glasses and pinched the throbbing bridge of his nose.

Helena pulled out a chair and sat down. Staring at her son's bloodshot eyes, her heart ached, but she still couldn't stop herself from offering some advice.

"Virginia's been looking pretty good these past few days. When are you planning to put your remarriage on the schedule?"

Archer's hand completely froze mid-air as he reached for the bowl.

He lowered his eyelashes, his gaze dropping to the files on his desk. His thumb absentmindedly stroked the side of the bowl.

"We need to wait."