Victoria found it hard to believe the words that he'd just said, she merely stared at him for a good three seconds.

It was then, a waiter arrived and handed the key card over to Trevor. Shortly, both Victoria and Trevor entered the executive suite.

Trevor locked the room's door right after they entered. Holding the key card in his hand, he then released Victoria's hand, turned around and walked towards the water dispenser in the room. He poured himself a glass of water and proceeded to drink it up in a single gulp. Afterwards, he sat down on the bed. Victoria remained standing at the door, maintaining her distance away from him as she looked at him vigilantly "Why are you still standing there? Are you afraid of me?"

Trevor raised the key card in his hand and said, "I have the key card so you're trapped inside here with me for now."

Could she really escape from this room if he were to do something indecent to her?

Victoria was well-aware of her current situation.

Since the door was locked, then leaving wasn't an option. However, Victoria still felt like she had to keep a distance to avoid anything from happening.

She walked very slowly to the chair beside the coffee table. Then, she adjusted the hem of her dress and sat down promptly.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Trevor's gaze followed her every move. He was feeling slightly light-headed.

Victoria had a dignified and elegant composure in her every move. She was also polite every time she spoke. After all, she was a designer with a good fashion taste, and she must've gone through proper education!

Victoria's personality and appearance fulfilled the image his mother had described. She was born into a good family, beautiful and outstanding. She was also both virtuous and gentle!

Although the last requirement had yet to be tested. However, Victoria was indeed a good woman who knew her place. She also had the temperament of a young lady from a respectable family! However, if this woman was Victoria, then who was the one he met in the hotel previously?

Suddenly, Trevor's memories of that day came rushing back. At that time, he was out to meet an old friend who had come to Casterwich City. They had arranged for dinner together. However, Trevor was late because something came up.

to personally get a gift for his friend and to also check on it. When he was returning to his table, Trevor clearly heard a waiter yell "Miss Atlas". At the same time, on the first floor of the restaurant, a beautiful

about arranging a blind date for him. Although he hadn't seen her face before, yet he was well-aware

the woman. Until then, he could still recall the woman's dressing

body was comparable to a man's. Her dress was branded and she had expensive jewelry on her. It was clear that she came from a wealthy family, but she had a dark, unattractive complexion. Compared to her

who then replied to him,

woman

her. Therefore, to him, his mother's words were

impression, Victoria's image had always

this begged the real question. Who was this Victoria

referring to? No wonder she seemed very familiar when he first saw her? Could it be because he had seen her photos

a long period of time, the both of them did

had her own doubts

that Trevor had no idea who she actually was. Never in Victoria's life had she offended him before, so why did he

fond of his playboy image. Therefore she wasn't willing

Coincidentally, they happened to

during an event. He had stood in the corner and seemed to be making a

at night, bring

female companion. His next words were about Victoria, "Dark, ugly, fat, and shameless. She's a boar pretending to be a princess. Even if all other women ceased

disgusted by him. Why would she go on a

displayed a change in his attitude. Now that Victoria thought about it, her heart went through a

chance that he could have recognized me that day, or if he hadn't worn that mask, I would have recognized him... Perhaps, for the sake of the elders, that tragedy

worn a mask

day, so Trevor

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