Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Victor stormed out, slamming the door behind him. His chest burned with age. He knew what his father qua

But still, Victor just couldn’t accept this. Why? Why does bad always get to dictate my ? What gives him the righen

Two days later, Eliza sashayed to Victor’s office in statio heels, her hips swaying seductively, and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Victor said.

The door opened gently, revealing Eliza in a deliberately chosen white dress that made her delicate skin glow

“Lilie? What brings you here?” Victor’s face instantly lit up with a smile when he saw tzw. He rose from his seat and walked over in greet her

“What’s this? Am I not welcome? Liza shot him a playful look before settling onto the so

“Why would you say that?” Victor sat down beside her, looking at her affectionately. “I’m just glad you’re here

“Vic, let’s grab dinner after work tonight. There’s somewhere special r’d like to take you,” she suggested

At Eliza’s words, Victor was suddenly reminded of his father’s insistence that he attend a matchmaking party with Regina a thought that made aware of imitation well up inside him.

I’m tied

“Ellie. I’m tied up tonight Rain check?” he said.

Eliza’s smile froze momentarily as a pang of disappointment Bashed through her,

She h had dressed to the nines, her heart brimming with excitement as she came to invite him out. She’d envisioned a romantic dinner where they could deepen their connection, only to be met with his flat–out rejection.

But Eliza quickly asked her disappointment, replacing it with a gentle smile. “Alright then, since you’re busy, I’ll get going.”

That evening, the party hall was ablaze with light

Victor stood listlessly in the corner, idly swirling his champagne and taking the occasional half–hearted sip.

With a stern expression, Albert strode over, gave his shoulder a hard pat, and yanked him out of the corner. “Follow me”

Victor followed his father with visible reluctance, his irritation simmering into full–blown resentment.

Albert led Victor to a distinguished, silver–haired gentleman whose vigorous demeanor belied his age, his face breaking into a practiced diplomatic smile

Albert greeted warmly. “Mr. Aniston, it’s been ages. You’re looking as vigorous as ever.”

“Albert, you’re looking as sharp as ever. Come, let me introduce you. This is my granddaughter, Regina Aniston,” said Edward Aniston.

Albert gently nudged Victor forward with an encouraging hand on his back. “This is my son, Victor,” he introduced.

“Good evening, Mr. Aniston, Victor said politely as he approached the chairman of Aniston Group.

Edward’s r

Victor.

gaze slowly swept over Victor, With a slight nod, he stroked his graying beard, then nodded again in approval Clea

was pleased with

He patted the hand of the young woman beside him and said, “Regina, come and say hello to Mr. Powell”

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Chapter 84

A young woman in a lilac evening gown glided forward, exuding grace and poiss

“Good evening, Mr. Powell Begins greeted calicly “I’m Regina Aniston, freshly returned from abroad.”

“Regina’s been studying abroad all these years. Now that she’s finally back, I thought I’d bring her out to get some exposure and meet new peopl Edward said warmly.

Albert nodded approvingly at Regina She was the picture of poise and grace, her impeccable manners a testament to her privileged upbringing

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