Victoria arrived at the villa and knocked on the door.
Quennel, thinking it might be Stephanie returning, opened it.
But when he saw Victoria standing there, the light in his eyes dimmed.
Victoria looked a little different today, but Quennel only spared her a quick glance before looking away.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, confused.
Victoria froze, a flicker of hurt in her eyes. "You told me to come find you. Did you forget?"
He really had forgotten.
He'd had a few drinks earlier, and after Stephanie left, he'd finished the entire bottle. He'd then taken a groggy shower and was just about to go to bed.
Quennel was dressed in pajamas, his damp hair half-dried and still dripping, giving him a softer, less intimidating look than usual.
He then remembered Victoria had said she needed his help with something.
He turned and walked back inside. "Come in," he said flatly.
A shy blush appeared on Victoria's face as she hurried after him.
"Quennel, you're the heir to Verdant Grove Capital. Are you involved in its daily operations?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Quennel's eyes. "Why the sudden question?"
Victoria bit her lip. "It's not a huge deal, but... my company has a project, and Verdant Grove Capital is the client. My company promised me a promotion if Verdant Grove Capital agrees to use my technology. But your father is the boss, and because of Stephanie, he's always been biased against me... I called his secretary this afternoon to schedule a meeting, but she just blew me off..."



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