“Ms. Turner, where are we headed now?”
“To Midhill Manor on Winding Peak Lane. I’m here to take back my house.”
As soon as Violet arrived at Winding Peak Lane, she saw the gates of the manor left wide open.
The staff inside, spotting her, scrambled over in a fluster.
Victoria had worked here for a year, and the senior housekeeper remembered her well—it had only been a few months since her last visit.
“Victoria, haven’t you had enough of these little stunts? You keep coming back and making a scene. What’s your angle this time? Do you ever consider McNeil’s reputation?”
At the press conference earlier, Violet had been seething with anger at Victoria, but back at her own company, her mood quickly balanced out.
After all, it was just one moment in the spotlight. At best, Victoria was the Vice President of Quantum Core Technologies. What real waves could she make?
In the end, she was still just a high-level employee working for The Langford Group and Quantum Core Technologies. No matter how well this game sold, it was the companies raking in the profits—Victoria would only see a tiny cut.
Violet, on the other hand, was McNeil’s favorite, now the owner of a billion-dollar company. She hardly needed to waste her energy on petty things like this.
But her generosity only seemed to make Victoria push further. Finding her back here, causing a scene yet again, Violet could only sigh in exasperation.
She softened her tone and spoke slowly.
“Victoria, we’re all adults here. We should act like it. You were impressive at the press conference today—independent, capable. I’ve known you a long time, and I’m truly glad to see how much you’ve grown. A successful woman should keep building on her strengths.
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