Chapter 298

Yasmine was left speechless.

"But Ms. Turner..."

Victoria's patience was running thin. "Let's drop this for now. Don't bring it up to me again."

Giving up on V&S Group would be the same as handing herself, her brother, and Osborn over to McNeil on a silver platter. She wasn't that naive.

"Understood, Ms. Turner."

Yasmine focused on driving, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror where Victoria was answering a call from McNeil.

"We'll pick up Gwyn together this afternoon," McNeil's voice came through, deep and gentle. "It's been ages since the three of us sat down for a family dinner."

He sounded just like he had the first time Victoria met him-polite, saying her name with that easy confidence. Even back then, just hearing his voice had been dangerously seductive.

"Fine."

Victoria's answer was clipped, almost through gritted teeth. The call ended soon after.

That afternoon, when it was time to pick up Gwyneth, McNeil never showed. Victoria hadn't been surprised; she'd suspected he was just talking for the sake of it. So she brought Gwyneth home herself. While Gwyneth sat at the kitchen table working on her homework, Victoria lingered nearby, helping when needed.

times-but only Victoria understood deep down that

low growl of a sports car engine echoed

kept her attention on her daughter's homework, refusing to be distracted by

the sound. She immediately dropped her pencil and dashed

though there was no longer that chilly indifference she used to radiate around McNeil. She needed something from him now, but she was careful not to

the moment he sensed she was at his mercy, he'd only push

loose, the top buttons undone, hair slightly mussed. He looked nothing like his

eyes met. McNeil's gaze lingered on her, playful and a little insolent, a crooked smile on his

his arms, immediately spotting the new

did you get this

the toy with delight. Only then did

been since she'd bought her

sweetheart. Violet picked it

hair, his expression

to thank Violet, but as soon as she noticed Victoria standing

go upstairs then. You and Mommy

and Violet had been busy too-no one was around much these days. Gwyneth still remembered her

thought Violet was trying to hurt her or make her uncomfortable. Maybe Violet

they were together in the evenings, Victoria always made sure

after suffering through that dreadful toothache did Gwyneth start to appreciate her mother's concern. Maybe Max was right-her

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