Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 140

Chapter 140

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Nathan cleared his throat. “Victoria, don’t blindly idolize so–called ‘successful‘ people. Study their journeys, the real ones, not the polished versions. Take Mr. Holcomb, for example. If you ever get the chance, pick his brain. His advice would be worth more than any lecture.”

There was a hint of something in his voice–jealousy? Resentment?-but his guidance was sound.

I knew he was right. Learning from Jared’s experience would be invaluable. But given our… complicated history, was that even possible?

“I’ll ask him when I get the chance,” I said neutrally.

Our food arrived then, saving us from further small talk. Nathan served me the tenderest part of the fish. The cheek, the most flavorful bite.

I stared at the lifeless eyes of the fish, a bitter taste rising in my throat. Memories flashed, me doing the same for Jared, arranging his plate just the way he liked, removing anything he disliked without a word.

“Something wrong?” Nathan frowned when I didn’t move. “Not a fan of fish?”

“No, I love it.” I forced a smile, locking away the past.

grilled Nathan on investment strategies, and to his credit,

was learning. Testing men. And so far, Nathan was proving

outside the restaurant, he hesitated.

past nine. “Not

“Alright.” He didn’t push.

the driver a wad of cash, enough to

on me.

an enthusiastic nod. “You got it,

tugged at my lips. Nathan caught it and mirrored the expression as he shut the

penthouse was dark when I arrived. A quick shower, then

anticipated. My twin hotel concepts were taking shape: one, a light–filled palazzo dripping with understated luxury; the other, a Clusian–inspired retreat where every negative space whispered elegance. To bring

mattered. The palazzo demanded crisp, refined opulence, while the Clusian–inspired space required deliberate restraint–every brushstroke of negative space

on–site. I was masked, deep in discussion with a contractor, when he strolled in,

him. “When did you

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he surveyed the