Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 774

Vickie’s footsteps were calm yet firm. It was as if a sledgehammer had gently brushed against her heart. It did not hurt but you could feel her sorrow and misery.

Just as the hem of the woman’s dress disappeared from the doorstep, the study door swung open silently. Cup in his hand, Gregory raised his eyebrows as the door to her room shut with a dull thud.

At that moment, a man’s mocking tone could be heard from Gregory’s earpiece.

“Boss, why don’t you show your gratitude since sister-in-law has taken the initiative to deliver herself to your door late at night?”

The ironic voice arose from the earpiece.

The man pressed his lips to a firm line and he flashed back to the scenario two minutes ago with the woman where she leaned lazily against his door frame in a maroon-colored nightgown.

His eyes grew dim and he spat coldly, “Looks like you have quite the time lately. Should I invite Selena over to practice with you?”

“Ah, no, no!” The opposite party quickly corrected his words. “I didn’t see anything boss, I swear!”

The corner of Gregory’s lips lifted into a smirk. The man walked downstairs silently with the cup in his hand.

Most of his subordinates knew about his relationship with Vickie.

After all, people hated her 4 years ago, but not those who knew what happened.

These people were Gregory’s true confidantes.

They knew how Gregory felt about Vickie. Hence, they had always addressed her as ‘sister-in-law’.

However, the two of them never got along.

Gregory’s eyes darken again at the thought of this and the warmth in his eyes left, leaving a faint coldness in it.

On the other hand, Vickie fished out her phone when the door closed.

Her slender fingers danced on the keyboard as she typed a series of numbers. She walked to the window, pulled up the shades, and waited for her call to be connected.

A woman’s charming voice answered the call. “Hello!”

Even after a while, Vickie did not reply. So the woman asked again confusedly, “Hello?”

Vickie’s fingers started to tremble. This was the first time she heard that familiar voice since she got out of prison.

She secretly took a deep breath, and once she was sure that her voice would sound calm enough, she said, “Little Eight.”

The other end went hushed for a while before it replied coldly, “Who are you?”

She grinned as she could feel the receiver of the call became nervous. A wave of peacefulness suddenly rushed over her. She said slowly, “It doesn’t matter who I am. I have a business opportunity for you, will you be free for the next two days?”

“Speak!”

“10:00 am tomorrow. Tokyo. I want a corpse stolen.”

“Pui—” The person seemed to have choked on water and coughed. After half a beat, the voice scoffed, “I don’t take job offers for ancient corpses!”

“40 Million,” Vickie replied firmly.

“Hmm… There shouldn’t be any taboos for an ancient corpse. Fine, it’s a deal.”

“Good. I will send the address and pictures to you in awhile.”

“Ok!”