Chapter 96

Victoria stood there in a daze, utterly bewildered.

Chaos erupted around her, drawing the attention of both the gallery's security and the visitors. Nearly everyone paused, eager to watch the spectacle unfold.

Violet and McNeil stood side by side, the picture of a perfect couple, their eyes drifting toward the commotion.

Victoria hurried over and managed to separate Osborn and Marcus before things escalated further.

The crowd swelled, everyone catching on that this was a classic case-two men fighting over a woman.

"Who knew? Victoria's more popular than she looks," someone commented with a smirk.

Violet spotted Victoria at the center of the drama. This time, McNeil's supposed rival had shown up in person.

She shot McNeil a pointed glance. “So, what's the real story between you and Victoria? Did she misunderstand us and decide to cheat because of it?"

McNeil had no idea who Osborn was or why anyone thought he was fighting for Victoria's affection. If he had to guess, Osborn was probably the guy who'd picked Victoria up from Teague's place.

"She's not my concern anymore," McNeil replied coolly.

elaborate, but Violet's heart skipped a beat. Not his concern? What was that supposed

sharp enough to know when not to push. If McNeil didn't want to talk,

she understood one thing-something Victoria clearly hadn't grasped: Victoria's attempts to catch McNeil's attention had backfired

Is that a fight? Is that Mommy?" Gwyneth tugged at McNeil, peering over at the

his

finally intervened, urging Osborn and Marcus to stand down or maybe the two

mind?" Victoria snapped, barely restraining herself from saying worse. Osborn's lip

gritted her teeth. "He's not my

he?" Osborn's eyes

just punched the

a friend. Nothing

explain the entire mess to Marcus as

about you-I can't blame him," Marcus said, though inwardly he was already plotting to knock Osborn out

him an exasperated

Marcus fell silent.

made it home, it was late. Her mind was a jumble-she didn't even have the

Gwyneth. Victoria considered ignoring it, but her daughter kept calling,

up.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

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