The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 161

Genevieve was choked with anger. She gritted her teeth. "Fine. But the moment you find a place, you move out immediately. Elias Shawn can't find out you're here with me."

Henry raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on his face. "Genevieve, after all the times we've slept together, don't you think it's a little late to be worried about Elias finding out about us?"

"If you don't agree, you can leave right now!" Genevieve snapped, her expression sour.

Henry held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright."

***

That night, Genevieve received a surveillance video from Henry. It was from the building where Victoria rented her apartment.

As Genevieve watched the familiar Maybach in the video and the silhouette of the man walking into the elevator, her grip on her phone tightened until her knuckles turned white.

Elias really was at Victoria's last night.

They spent the night together!

"VICTORIA SANGER!" Genevieve’s breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes smoldering with a lethal, unchecked venom. She wanted to chew the name up and swallow it whole.

She closed the video and opened her contacts, intending to call Elias.

But when she found his number, she froze.

She couldn't make that call.

She couldn't let Elias know she had people investigating him and Victoria.

Genevieve felt herself being devoured by a growing, unchecked jealousy. She was so pent-up she was on the verge of frenzy. If she could, she would have killed Victoria just to vent her rage.

Just then, her phone screen lit up with an unfamiliar number.

Genevieve frowned slightly, hesitating for a few seconds before answering. She hadn't even said a word when she heard a voice, altered by a changer, ask stiffly, "Is this Genevieve?"

Genevieve's expression shifted. She double-checked the number. "Who is this?"

"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that you listen carefully to what I'm about to say," the person said. "I know what you did at The Sanger Group two years ago."

A strange sense of unease crept into Genevieve's heart, and her voice became tense. "The Sanger Group? I don't know what you're talking about. I... you have the wrong number!"

With that, she fumbled to hang up the call.

But in the next second, the voice came through the phone again. "Genevieve, Grady Sanger is investigating the incident at The Sanger Group from two years ago. He's already found out that you were involved in that project. It won't be long before he discovers what you did back then."

It was as if a bomb went off in her head. The taut string in her mind finally snapped, and the color drained from her face.

"No... impossible!"

"I've said my piece. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

"Who are you? How do you know all this—"

Genevieve snapped back to her senses and pressed for answers, but before she could finish, the other party had hung up, leaving only a harsh dial tone.

Her mind reeled with the words from the anonymous caller.

Dawn hopped onto the head of the bed, curled up beside Victoria's pillow, and let out a soft cry.

Victoria, half-asleep, opened her eyes at the sound.

She'd had a nightmare, but the moment she woke up, its contents began to fade, leaving behind only a strong, lingering sense of sorrow.

"Good morning, Dawn."

Victoria rubbed her temples and sat up, pulling Dawn into her arms.

Dawn licked the back of her hand and meowed in response.

After lingering in bed for a while, she set Dawn down, got up to wash, and made herself breakfast as usual. She fed the cat, and for a moment, it felt as if her life had returned to the calm it had before that night.

Victoria had called Old Mr. Shawn to check on his health.

Somehow, the old man who had sounded so full of vigor before now sounded weak over the phone. He couldn't speak more than a few sentences without coughing and seemed tired and drowsy.

She asked Chuck, who sighed and explained earnestly, "It's the recent drop in temperature. As soon as it got cold, the old gentleman caught a cold, which brought on a few other minor ailments."

"But don't you worry, the doctor said he just needs to stay in the hospital for observation for about six months, and he should be fine."

"Six months?"

Victoria was stunned. A cold? Why would he need to be hospitalized for half a year to recover from a cold?