President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

The doctor was prescribing medicine to Victoria when she nearly choked on Eleanor Mercer’s words, and in a rush to speak, she moved, causing the doctor to accidentally poke her injured cheek, and she hissed in pain.

The sound made Eleanor Mercer even more angry.

“Nick, in ten minutes, have someone grab this guy and take him home. I’m going to punish him at home today.

Nick stood in front of the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

Gabriel hit Poppy? How was that possible?

“Auntie, is there some kind of misunderstanding here?”

“Victoria’s face is swollen and five fingerprints are plainly visible, there can be no misunderstanding. Gabriel is such a disappointment.”

Gabriel, who was far away in a bar, sneezed at that moment over the deafening music, feeling a little cold and chilly on the back of his neck.

Nick’s eyes glistened, she had been slapped again?

After applying the medicine, Victoria finally had a chance to speak, and quickly spoke up.

“Mrs. Mercer! It’s not Gabriel! Gabriel is too nice to do anything like this.”

Eleanor Mercer’s hand squeezing her cell phone froze, not him?

“Are you afraid I’ll chastise him, so you’re purposely excusing him?”

“It’s really not him.”

“So who did you get hit by?”

“My… My family.”

A flash of pity appeared in Eleanor Mercer’s eyes, and she was relieved to learn it wasn’t Gabriel.

“It’s good that he didn’t hit you or I wouldn’t have let him go. Here’s my cell phone number, save it and if Gabriel treats you badly, you can tell me anytime.”

Victoria was a little hesitant. She and Gabriel were in a fake relationship, but there was absolutely no chance that she could turn down Eleanor Mercer at the moment.

Eleanor was still on the phone at this point.

“Nick, that’s okay then. I’m hanging up.”

Victoria was worried that Nick would expose her and Gabriel. And it was so awkward to be there alone at the moment to confront Eleanor Mercer face-to-face.

Let Gabriel solve it himself.

“Mrs. Mercer, I have something to do at home, so I will go back first.” Victoria hurriedly stood up.

“Well, if there’s anything at home that can’t be fixed, just call me, or tell Gabriel that’s fine. You’re his girlfriend, he should help you.”

Victoria’s mouth tugged at the corner, only to feel the lie like a snowball that was getting bigger and bigger.

“Okay, thanks.”

Victoria got back in the car. Sitting in the driver’s seat, she decided to call Gabriel to get it sorted out sooner rather than later.

But no one answered.

She had to go back to the apartment where she was staying first.

Anyone hardly visited her apartment, only Lena occasionally did, and it seemed quiet and empty.

Victoria opened her computer, edited several scenarios she had prepared long ago into a document, and sent it over.

Nick didn’t reply, which she expected.

The next morning, Victoria glanced in the mirror to make sure the marks on her face were gone and drove to the Veridian City Academy of Fine Arts.

Veridian City University’s College of Fine Arts was the country’s premier academic temple of fine arts.

Every year on that day, an exhibition of paintings was held within the university, and all kinds of people from the industry were invited, including the university’s investors.

She parked her car and her feet had just hit the ground.

Isabella Montgomery walked side-by-side on high heels with a delicate bag in her hand, followed by a young man of about twenty-five.

As she passed Victoria, she stopped abruptly and raised an eyebrow.

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Victoria frowned, not remembering who she was for a moment.

Isabella Montgomery sneered. She glanced at Victoria up and down and at the modest outfit she was wearing, and took a step back.

“What? Slept with Nick all night and didn’t get any benefits?” Dressed so poorly, it looked like she didn’t serve him well.

Victoria finally remembered that this was the woman she met that day in the hotel’s restaurant.

The corners of her mouth curved as she smiled lightly at her, “Mr. Andrews said it was a bit of a hassle to settle on a per-period basis, and was planning on clearing it all together at the end of the year.”

“You!”

Didn’t that imply that Nick still wanted to continue having sex with her?

What a shame!