Chapter 64
Quennel’s face darkened completely. He felt like he had been played by the person closest
to him.
Joseph was waiting at the mouth of the alley. When Stephanie emerged, he asked, “Can I give you a ride home?”
Stephanie’s refusal was swift. “No, that’s alright. I couldn’t ask you to be my driver every
time.”
She knew Joseph meant well, but she didn’t want to drag him into her mess.
Joseph rubbed his nose. “It would be my honor to be your driver. Are you sure you won’t give me the chance?”
Initially, Joseph’s impression of Stephanie was that she was beautiful, free-spirited, and his cousin’s best friend.
But after hearing her exchange with Quennel, he found his cousin’s best friend to be rather interesting.
Giving her a ride home was on his way anyway his own house was in the same direction.
Stephanie thought for a moment. “Alright, but I transfer you thirty dollars for gas.”
Joseph raised an eyebrow. “Why thirty?”
Stephanie reasoned, “Because a cab ride home costs thirty dollars.”
Joseph laughed. So she really was treating him like a driver?
A new emotion flickered in his eyes. “I thought after that huge sum you just received, you’d be a rich woman. I was expecting at least a hundred.”
Stephanie’s expression froze for a second, her long lashes fluttering. A smile touched her lips as she joked, “In that case, I’d better take a cab.”
Her eyes were clear and bright, her face as small as a palm, framed by her sea of waist-length hair that made her skin look like porcelain.
Joseph felt a pang of regret for turning down Cecilia’s suggestion that he marry her on the spot. He couldn’t believe he’d let her marry some unknown man.
He had missed his chance. This adorable girl could have been his wife.
From behind, Quennel watched Stephanie get into Joseph’s car and drive away. He slammed his fist against the wall.
He immediately called Julie. “I need you to run a background check on someone. The license plate starts with…”
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Julie was efficient. A few minutes later, she called back.
“The car is registered to a Joseph Nguyen. He lost his job a few months ago and is currently looking for work. It seems he even submitted a resume to our company recently.”
Quennel’s voice was cold. “Have HR contact him. Tell him to report to the office. And assign someone to keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn’t get another chance to get near Stephanie.”
When Quennel returned to the restaurant, Victoria was surrounded by colleagues, her eye red and puffy as they tried to comfort her.
Seeing him enter, she looked up, her eyes glistening with tears. “Quennel, I thought you weren’t coming back.”
Quennel didn’t say a word. He sat down beside her and threw back a drink.
Victoria asked, “Where’s Stephanie? Did she leave with her husband?”
The word “husband” seemed to trigger something in Quennel. He suddenly turned and
stared at Victoria.
She blinked innocently. “Did I say something wrong? That man literally said he was her hus…”
Before she could finish, Victoria felt herself being lifted off her feet.
In the next moment, Quennel pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Victoria froze, then a wave of delight washed over her.
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