President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

“Talk about what?” Nick asked with annoyance.

Nick’s tone was extremely cold as he slowly leaned back. “In the future, don’t take it upon yourself to introduce me to these women.”

‘The brothers are her clients. He doesn’t mind getting dirty?’

It was true that there were people in his circle who had such a fetish, but he had been absent for years and had never been able to put any interest in such things.

He didn’t know what kind of nonsense Gabriel had been learning out there all these years, it seemed like he should get Gabriel to do some serious work at the company now rather than later.

“Nick, are you sure you don’t want to come over and meet? I’ve been searching for a long time before I thought she was right for you.” Gabriel said, interrupting his thoughts.

If Nick really wasn’t interested in letting her take this project, he still had a couple of houses empty, Gabriel thought and continued saying, “If you don’t like it, then I’ll talk to her. I kinda like her anyway.”

Hearing that Nick suddenly sat up straight.

“I’ll arrange for you to come to the company for an internship, so that you don’t have to hang out with these disgusting people all day long… Your mom told me for a long time… Come to work tomorrow morning.”

Gabriel groaned, but before he could retort, the call was already cut off.

He looked bitterly at Victoria, who could probably guess that she had been rejected.

She shrugged and said, “Mr. Mercer needn’t be in a hurry, perhaps Mr. Andrews has a more preferred plan, that villa is designed for his favorite person after all, perhaps some caution is required.”

Gabriel sighed, “It can’t be. He’s been looking for it.”

Victoria’s face was unfazed. “Business is also about destiny. Maybe I’m not destined to be with Mr. Andrews.”

“Sure, I’ll ask him in person later, and if he still doesn’t need it, then you can design those houses for me. I really like your style.”

Victoria smiled and slowly extended her hand. “OK then, thank you Mr. Mercer for your appreciation.”

Gabriel took another call, then smiled at the two, “Sorry about that. I’m going to head back tonight, so leave me your number and I’ll catch up with you some other time.”

Victoria gave out her number without hesitation. Gabriel saved it and got up to leave the box.

Victoria and Wesley were the only ones left in the box. This was Wesley’s second drinking session of the night, and he had a bit too much to drink, while Victoria relaxed without anyone else around.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Let me call a proxy driver for you.”

Victoria knew that Wesly was slightly drunk even before she arrived but he had held himself back until now solely to get her this deal, and she appreciated that. That was one reason she was comfortable staying in Wesley’s studio.

“Okay, thanks.”

Wesley relaxed and got drunk instantly.

It was not that Victoria didn’t want to drive Wesley back, but Wesley got married a year ago and his wife was easily jealous, so it was better to have a substitute driver in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Taking Wesley out of the box, she helped him down the hallway to the elevator. This led to the exit, which was a little closer.

Wesley was drunk and gurgling.

“Told you it’s not what you think. I’m tired.”

“Can I have a little privacy?” He said, presumably dreaming of arguing with his wife.

Victoria politely held him up with her hand, an action that was a bit of a struggle because of the distance she had to keep.

Wesley stumbled and nearly fell out as the elevator doors opened.

Victoria hastily pulled the person to a halt with her hand. A long, strong hand reached out from inside to hold back the elevator that was about to close for them.

When Victoria looked at the direction of her finger, she saw Nick’s face instead. The “thank you” that came out of her mouth suddenly stuck.

How was it that people that hadn’t seen each other in three years now always met since yesterday, was it fate or no fate?

After a quick glance at her and Wesley, Nick retracted his gaze, “Which floor?”

The man’s shirt collar was loosened to two buttons, not as cold as before, but his face was still expressionless.

Victoria was keen to catch the hint of sarcasm and dislike that crossed his eyes.

The atmosphere was a little odd as she helped Wesley inside. Her tone was polite and detached. “First floor, please.”

Just then, Wesley muttered a few more words, “Money Money Money, do you have feelings for me or not?”

Victoria had heard from her colleagues in the studio that Wesley’s wife was a big spender. Even though Wesley ran the studio well, he did not keep a penny of the money he earned and left it all to his wife.

Victoria just felt the cold air “swoosh” next to her, and she shivered as she heard Nick ask softly, “Clients?”

In spite of the awkwardness, Victoria was unable to admit at that time that Wesley was her boss.

Nick was already displeased with her, and knowing that their studio owner was drunk in a place like this, she was afraid that he would immediately blacklist their studio from ever hiring them.

She had no choice but to nod her head, “Yes, Mr. Andrews. What a coincidence.”