Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 48

After all, Victoria would soon be moving into the house she had decorated. Since they had disgusted her, it was only fair they compensate her with money.

Besides, Quennel had made a fortune at Meridian Consortium over the years. The money was just going back where it came from. A simple conservation of energy.

Stephanie clearly had no intention of staying. After her declaration, she turned to leave.

"Mr. Gonzalez, I'll wait for you to get the funds together. Contact me then to sign the contract. Twenty-five billion, not a penny less. Otherwise, I'll lose all respect for you."

Her desperation to cut ties with him left a suffocating feeling in Quennel's chest.

Her smile was pure sarcasm. The Stephanie who once had eyes only for him would never have acted this way. Quennel felt a deep sense of unease, a feeling that something had fundamentally changed.

The moment Stephanie left, the house fell silent.

She used to love this home so much, yet this time she had left without a moment's hesitation.

Quennel slammed his fist against the wall, a storm of frustration churning inside him with nowhere to go.

A few minutes later, his phone rang.

It was Victoria, her voice soft and gentle. "Quennel, are you working late? I've been waiting downstairs at your office for almost two hours. Can I come up and see you?"

Quennel frowned. He now remembered the message Victoria had sent him that morning.

He'd seen it but had been in a meeting and then completely forgot about it.

Contrasting Stephanie's coldness with Victoria's attentiveness, Quennel's mood improved slightly.

"I'm not at the office. Come over to the house."

She was slowly becoming one of them. She was confident that everything Stephanie once had, she, Victoria, would have too. It was only a matter of time.

Soon, they arrived at the villa. She got out of the car.

Victoria's high heels clicked as she walked towards the house.

The taxi driver had a group chat with other drivers. He pulled it up, watching Victoria's retreating back with disdain as he recorded a voice message.

"Hey guys, just dropped off a fare at one of the villas. Thought she was some rich girl, but turns out she's just a call girl one of the young masters ordered."

A voice message came back with a laugh. "How do you know she's not a rich girl?"

"It's the aura, man. You can't fake that kind of class. It's something you're born with. Besides, what rich girl takes a taxi? They all have private drivers. At the very least, they'd use a black car service. Damn, I feel like my car's dirty now that a hooker's been in it."